Bad Childhood Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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"A Writer must Feel The Words So The Reader Can Feel The Words. By Poet"


Have you heard about this new thing,
this new thing called AI.
Is...

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
He sits there all day long scaring
The little boys who slip and fall
Like a grown-up boy and daring

One day he...

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BYLINY: a nostalgia form'that which happened '

ADOLESCENT SCENES

during the Forties
       I was just a lad
growing up
   was...

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Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth...

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Every once in a while, especially on holidays, I find myself wandering through my memory museum - rattling doors and fishing through those virtual hallways....

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Dear Enemy, 
I will wish you well and set you free. 
Your words and knife, 
will no longer hurt me. 
Too bad it all had...

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The old white wooden church,  
stood tall upon a tree lined mountain.  
The winding dirt road,  
lead us up each Sunday morning....

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When the sh*t hits the fan and the plates hit the walls 
And Mummy’s voice screeches, “You ain’t got the balls”
The sound of wood splintering...

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When we were young
we had the world at our feet.
No fear could stop us
and everything was sweet.

We weren't aware
of the good and the bad.
Everything we...

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"A mother's love is made in heaven." Quote Written By Poet

She was a young and beautiful bride,
then her handsome husband died.
The fast car came out...

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The sun is up, and I'm up. Both the sun and I are up, we're up, we're up
Off with my sleeping clothes, off it goes,...

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In the darkness a cry
A little voice ask why
Soft footsteps across the floor
Can see them passing my door
I cry no more
Moms away 
Dad likes to...

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Quote By Poet "A writer writes, because they love to write."

A writer writes,
because they love to write.
Words and ideas come disguised,
then an image will rise...

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Sentences 

the sirens were crying
and 
so
was
i
and
so
were
you,
Mom,
they
were 
coming
to
save
him
not
you,
not
us
because
you'd
be
waiting
until
he
got
home
he
was
being
saved
from
himself
we
were 
being
saved
momentarily 
for
the 
length
of
a
prison
sentence 
and 
he
got
saved
until
he
came 
back
even
more
broken
looking
for
someone
to
hurt
just
as
bad
as
he
was
his
sentences
were
shorter
than
this
one
prison
or
verbal,
they
didn't 
end
in
release dates
or
in
periods
they
ended
in
bloody
fists
both
prison
and 
verbal
sentences....

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