Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving
The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope brings love forth once again anew!
Sweet trees are now ripe and bearing
Huge fruit destined to be our gift
Faith and love are both softly caring
For streams flowing with us so very swift!
Future days await our faithful arriving
Hours we spend storing our hopes in dreams
Like Kingfishers so deeply water diving
Sweetest loves flow in the brightest streams!
Forever our hopes hold us in this deep embrace
We that love God and accept his eternal grace!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015
Note- Forgive me for being on a sonnet blitz and writing so many as of late.
This was written tonight and posted on another forum where I moderate a Creative Writing sub-forum.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
I swallowed my tears, as he walked away
I held on to life with a breath,
I crumbled like sand,swept away with the wind
Still, my body was too heavy to lift.
I took a deep breath, and listened with disbelief
As the tears bundled up in my throat.
I had a small tear, in the corner of my eye,
And on my tears began to choke.
I felt I could breath, no more from inside
And fell to my knees to pray,
I couldn't hold back these tears, I must cry,
As the doctor told me what he had to say.
Your wife styruggled hard, and the baby is here,
A new baby boy to call your own.
But your wife so fragile, fell so weak
Three strong breathes, and she passed on.
As she gasp one last breath, and
She spoke those words so clear,
Kiss daddy for me now, I love you both,
I'm sorry your mommy won't be here.
Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016
He whom once I loved I now do hate
His words and actions shared a harsh disdain
Refusing to allow this bitter fate
My boundaries now exclude his bleak terrain.
To win me, he displayed a tender care;
with courtesy and flattery he disarmed.
Then when my heart was opened up and bare.
he suddenly removed his wondrous charm.
His harshness ,rigid mind and steely heart
Showed him a terrorist in my own sweet lands;
For, suddenly, our love he broke apart
And empty was my once outstretched hand.
Beware of charm and love bestowed too soon
Or you may likewise suffer dread and doom
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2014
Nature And The White Speckled Fawn
White speckled fawn lying in the dense reeds,
Nature takes greatest care of its own best.
Unlike man and his vicious wicked deeds,
Nature holds life with results not requests.
Baby hummingbird, so fragile and small,
hidden in a well made and clever nest.
Speed and beauty in flight as I recall
so unlike the flies that this earth infest.
Cute pups, barking for much more mother's milk
spotted light red, white and darkest of browns.
So lovely, soft like the best flowing silk,
bringing sweet happy smiles, never sad frowns.
Nature shares with us all, giving each birth.
Yet humans often overlook their true worth!
March 14th, 1994
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Note- Written for my daughter KaShaundra in 1994, age 5, when she asked, "Daddy will you write me a Bambi poem"?...
From my private writes--just decided to share today.
now she is grown and married with two beautiful sons Caleb and Ty...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Mother still round, in love with child anew
Easy to overlook the subtle hints
Of the fracture within, trained eye sees clue
Eighty-two shines your number, bluish tint.
Tearful farewell, fated day has arrived.
Pained mother’s face as we pass through the door
Invisible cord stretch, tense and alive
Umbilical phantom limb evermore.
With tubes, scalpel, we enter sacred space.
The threshold crossed, commitment becomes real
To hold numbers, sounds, instead of your face.
The care within transmutes into sharp steel
Foreshortened, stolen, your time may well be
Yet you touch the hearts of all who touch thee.
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
*A POEM FOR MY BELOVED NEICE*
I REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU AND HELD
YOU IN MY ARMS
YOU WERE SO GENTLE, PRETTY, AND CALM
I REMEMBER THE DAY YOUR FATHER AND I GAVE YOU THE NAME “REE REE”
I NEVER KNEW TODAY YOU WOULD’NT BE ABLE
TO SEE ME
I HAD BIG PLANS FOR MY NEICE AND I
BUT I NEVER KNEW HER PLAN WAS TO MAKE
MY BABY RHIANNA YOU’RE GONE FROM MY SIGHT BUT NEVER FROM MY MINDI
PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR BROTHER AND YOUR PARENTS
THEY WILL BE FINE
MY BABY MEMORIES OF YOU ARE HER E TO STAY
WE LOVE YOU “REE-REE”, I WILL SEE YOU IN
HEAVEN SOME DAY
Copyright © NEKEITA JACKSON | Year Posted 2009
Hush little baby it's time to sleep
Angels watching over you so don't you peep
Listen little dreamer hear this song
Angels watching over you so nothing's wrong
Sleep little baby you had your play
Angels watching over you it's time to pray
Now it's time to sleep it's all right
Angels watching over you to keep you tight
Soft is your bed now rest your head
Angels watching over you are by your bed
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
Angels watching over you your soul to keep
Sleep little baby you're about to gleam
Angels watching over you to safely dream
Edward J Ebbs - 10/23/11
Sonnet (little song - 14 lines)
Meant to be sung as a Lullaby to a child...
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011
A Dirty Basement Room
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Weakened mother was defiled
Forced my law to birth a child
Upon a dirty pillow she lies
In a dirty room the mother dies
Mother and son soon reconciled
Victims of government gone wild
A time to live a time to die
Angry rapist walks streets free
Will they listen to her plea?
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Angry rapist runs streets free
In a dirty basement room mother dies
Will they listen to her plea?
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
I look at her picture ... she'll never grow old.
A feathered headband on her small, downy head.
The pain will lessen, that's what we've been told
but we've so few memories of a babe , now dead.
Scarlett of name, a moniker bold,
for such a wee thing, fragile and young.
She won't grow into the name, will never grow old.
Won't learn to walk or talk or ever have fun.
I look at her picture, tears brimming my eyes.
She sleeps so peacefully in repose.
They say time will heal but I believe it's all lies.
The grief that we feel, no one really knows.
Her unbearable beauty left scars on our hearts.
On the day God reclaimed her ... we all fell apart.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014
She wanted a baby more than life
So she went and booyah’d 50 guys
Her smile dazzled everyone she met
When she finally learned she was pregnant
Her breasts grew larger, her belly too
She decorated the nursery with pink and blue
But at the doctors, something was amiss
The only sound was the instrument’s hiss
There wasn’t a heartbeat; her eyes grew wide
“Doctor is my baby, dead inside?”
“Let’s do a sonogram, see what it shows”
But his eyes were sad, his movements slow
As the sonogram screen lit up the womb
It wasn’t as they’d thought, a baby’s tomb
Because in fact, there was no baby there
Just an aching hole, and a woman’s despair
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
Our rising worship! Oh, perfect love of Mother and Child
is understood by adoring eyes. Eager hearts pray,
from the eternal breath of babe. Lifted high, strong yet mild,
He foretells of forgiveness and whispers agape.
Upon Mary's chest, lie His heavenly dreams -
a love of no measure born unto a Virgin
and sins evermore are assuredly redeemed
as God's blessed Mother cradles creation.
Her womb brought forth Light, the Savior of man.
Her gentle touch nurtured God's only Son.
The sacrifice, His blood shed to quench a dry land.
Prophecy fulfilled, so no soul shall be shunned.
Inspire us precious babe upon Mary's chest.
Mother's unfailing love gives comfort and rest.
*Inspired by Anguissola's Virgin and Child.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
Those sapphire eyes and kissable cute cheeks -
I held you and I knew I was in love.
The moment I'd been dreaming of for weeks
was perfect, and it came from God above!
Home from the hospital, how our life changed!
Though challenging at first, it was worthwhile
to have our sleeping patterns rearranged.
What precious memory was your first smile!
And now you've grown. We're many miles apart.
How wonderful you are, my darling boy!
Do not forget you're always in my heart.
My precious son, you are my pride and joy.
The loving feelings that I have for you
will stay with me, dear son, my whole life through.
Contest:In the name of love
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
Tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.
One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears,
as if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.
The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014
Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens
that slowly fill its voluminous page;
and behold, all the world to its far ends
shall in time be your playground and your stage!
But for now we wait in last days careworn
a labour of love and new breath of life;
on this augur I'll welcome my firstborn
when in my keep I hold my son and wife!
Gift him the arts and mercies of good men,
make heard his voice over the bark of most
and not want for love or false praise ask - then
my boy, my son, I'll have no prouder boast.
This be the first step in the longest mile,
and the longest wait for my unborn child.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
'Twas early spring in my thirty-ninth year
When that which I covet most brought new lease,
And on my first watch would elated stare
Upon worshipped eyes shut in newborn peace.
Thirty-nine years before first gazed my own -
My tiny hands clutched in my father's palms;
O but that love was hidden and not shown,
And thus I shall spare you no such alarms!
In your helpless lay - in first sleep of babes
The future becomes yours, and now I trust
I will see its light before my own fades,
And remember to wait if wait I must.
When I look at you looking back at me
I see an avatar of God's glory
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
A baby cries all night "mommie"
No one answers her feeble plea
Soon the baby's cries stop-dried up
As her speech halts and emotions' cup
The adult carries the hurt child
Every snub, hurt, or those seemed are filed
A need for forgiveness weighs heavy
But deeper, deeper, deeper bury~
A pressure cooker boiling erupts
Each thought, action, steadily corrupts
Just a little time spent releasing
Grudges no longer increasing
Forgiveness is for the one holding.
Heavy weights lifted; new life molding
Inspired by Craig Cornish's Contest About Forgiveness
Written: September 22, 2015
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
Inside my stomach I feel the flutters, I don't know what to think
so I watch other mothers.
Our future uncertain - yet an exciting mystery.
I can not wait to meet you, I wonder if you will look like me!
A child's love I have been told is the purest kind of love, like gold.
Is it true? I hope I feel such love from you.
Of course I'm nervous and scared, but if you think I'm bad,
well you should see your dad!
He loves you already, that is what he often tells me.
In nine months time the mystery will be solved,
October will be a time for smiles with all involved.
(any advice would be helpful)
Copyright © Kristen Thomas | Year Posted 2013
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)
Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste,
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!
Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!
Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!
Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX
Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2011
I will tell of love in fourteen short lines
Remember when you chipped bone in kneecap
So much pain for you and me nothing fine
Knee pain for you for me nausea trap
You had surgery, nausea had me
One baby in arms another womb bound
When you came home, total care you no glee
Beside chamber nausea vomit round
Daily existence for weeks ugly trap
Baby, husband's care between nausea
Holding baby my only relief gap
Situation had me deep undersea
Love is deep when one gives beyond their strength
Giving beyond the call of duty is youngth
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
Life after High-School is gonna be tough
I will do what i can to get employed
Even though it may be a little rough
and I'm sure it will make me paranoid
I will then ask my girl to marry me
We will have a nice house and nice yard
It will be rough. Yes! I guarantee
But i will have her there when things get hard
Nine months go by there is a little boy
I hope that time doesn't fly by too fast
He will be my little bundle of joy
Before we knew it the time flew on past
Hes in college, its just me and my mate
So, life out of high-school i just can't wait.
Copyright © whitney cooley | Year Posted 2016
She had the world in her eyes yet you could see through
A windowpane leading to a brick wall.
All I wanted was my notions, passions to ring true
Through her voice, lips, lust, despite myself I fall.
I can hear her haunting voice still in my head.
I can feel her fingertips flowing intertwined with mine.
The smell, scent, sadness lingers still in bed.
I could have seen it coming, she gave me a sign.
Yet to have and to hold, she inquired.
Despite myself, I inquired as well;
Nothing held, nothing had is what's transpired.
I can only blame me, too easily I fell.
Yet, here I stand, open-book.
She HAS the world in her eyes, if she'd just look.
Copyright © Derrick Shane | Year Posted 2013
In my hour of fatherly ambition
Long I dwelt on my fields of battles fought:
Arrow, not of peace, but pale attrition
Might slowly pierce my last refuge methought.
Yet, having crossed my Rubicon, I wait
In new beginnings - in love's boons to be!
Where new battles will rage and punctuate
The fullness of time in his century:
Thus to that cause I heart and soul commend,
And unexampled favour bears me more -
That, in my child, I have a son and friend
Who fills in me what was missing before.
Now march on "Daddy" millennia years
For I am no stranger to strange affairs.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
One day I will see my baby,
So sad he had to fly above;
I ask God why and cry sadly,
My boy is way up- oh the love.
Oh God, a mom so lonely,
The sad I will not get rid of;
One day I will see my baby,
So sad he had to fly away.
I see him in my arm at night,
I lay him on the bed- delight;
Him and me are one till daylight.
Go now my boy, see you darling,
Son, one day mom will be flying;
Oh God, end this sea of grieving.
March 17, 2016
ababababcccddd, 7/8 syllable lines
3 letter words, except rhyming word
For the contest, The Funom's Sonnet
sponsor, Funom Makama
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
Please when i call today
When i call you, could you give my pocket a break?
That pocket is almost void
That pocket and i want to hide
It's like bullets of love in our relationship
It's like picture perfect wedding in our ship
But i panic that we may sink in our ship
The bullets can come because i love the love
But can they atleast come in slow motion
So they don't hurt as much
So they can last as much
The eyeliner is pretty
But it blurs our vision
You can't see me beyond it
And i can't see you beyond it
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
An omnipotent'd been ideated by militant clan,
Aeons tell how it put them through a social pace.
To set up abode or to relate races with astute plan,
God had its genesis;women-men needed it to seek solace.
As fact a woman conceives, is manifest
Man couldn't conceive of anything but God for law and lex.
Dyed-in-the-wool,they kept bending head for mending mind lest
They vex orders of war, worship and women for sex.
But missile killed gravid woman with faded hue,
Her baby survived in placenta of its mom of Gaza:
A whole race, policies, religion; yet nothing to rue,
As if all were busy computing to bring future bonanza.
No more sacred are our Temple and Church or Mosque and tomb.
Truth says:fetus Jesus'd been bestowed on Mary's womb!
Copyright © PRITHWISH MUKHERJEE | Year Posted 2014
All smelling sweet with powder and of milk
‘Tis time to cuddle in your cosy bed
Mid golden hair that feels like watered silk
Are kisses showered on your curly head
Now comes the hour when soft the lamplight glows
And casts an evening shadow on the wall
Your baby cheeks are lightly brushed with rose
No more the dew from drowsy eyelids fall
So hush now babe there is no fear of harm
To dreamland, drifting slowly, you will creep
The hands that hold you closely, safe and warm
Will rock you gently til you fall asleep
The clear blue eyes in peaceful slumber close
And little baby sleeps in sweet repose
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
come up ta my crib, he adlibbed
bump bellies wid me, wid what god gived
we’ll part da sheets likes Moses sea
little mama we’ll be on a kissin spree
we’ll drink some wine and smoke some grass
invite in d’ crew and make some cash
and by dat neon light shining
dhey’ll be some booty reclining
hell wid the flowers get the stash
‘fore the po po come ‘rest ‘ur arse
bump jeans wid me baby y’ur so fine
don’t pay no ‘tention to the line
be my Baby Momma its aight
maybe ‘ll take you home tonight
*An inner city parody of Come Live with me and be my Love by Christopher Marlowe
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
I sing a song to you baby of mine.
You’re dreaming of adorably sweet things.
You safely rest on soft clouds as you lie,
And angels hold you in their feathered wings.
You’re new from Heaven and still have the scent
That you have carried down to Earth to share.
I wish you could speak of stories you know
Of folks we loved who now await us there.
My darling, in my arms you’re warm and safe.
We rock slowly to a sweet melody.
I’m so grateful to God that you’re the one
He has so lovingly chosen for me.
You will soon wake to find Mommy is near.
Sleep little baby with nothing to fear.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
The twinkling sky sings bedtime now draws near.
Sweet thoughts shall bless your night; so, do not fear.
Sleep soundly ‘til tomorrow does appear.
Wake up refreshed and playful, baby dear.
The wishing angel visits in your dreams.
There lollipops are chasing new moonbeams.
And ice cream floats upon the winding streams,
Until tomorrow ushers in sunbeams –
Tonight, my child, sleep tight; enjoy your rest.
Dreamland shall bring success to every quest.
Tomorrow shall be brightly filled with zest.
I love you, little baby; God has blest.
So, close your eyes and sleep; I am near.
And God shall keep you safe my baby dear.
© November 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Lullabies...
Sponsored by: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
There was pain like glass going through fresh new born skin.
It was in and out and out and in again. Like an outlet you plugged yourself
Into me but I never felt the electricity. All that I felt was numbness.
You always spoke in such circles, it was often so redundant.
Like a baby learning to talk you kept repeating words like “I love you”.
But you hid me away like you were ashamed, I felt like your diary.
And even though you’re gone I can still feel you tittering inside of me.
She kicks hard on my newly rounded belly.
And even though you hurt me I still melt inside like jelly just thinking of you.
This baby inside me grows bigger each day.
I pace back in forward through my house searching like someone whose lose their keys.
She will be searching for her father and I will be searching through yesterday.
The calendar blows in the wind. The Pages are turning years, month, memories, and the
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2010