I do not know?
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
Copyright © Al Parry | Year Posted 2013
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
Hold your head up, Grandma would say
and let me pull your hair from your face.
Stand up tall and properly, for a lady
it should look as though it comes naturally.
Oh Grandma, I would say. I just want to go
and with the boys play. I want to fish and
shoot marbles too and maybe some baseball,
if Bobby doesn't come too.
Who is Bobby, she said. Just a boy who doesn't
like girls who with their brothers hang.
Well maybe Bobby is right and a lovely girl
such as you, shouldn't be talking such slang.
I long to be where the boys are for they have
so much fun, it beats cooking and knitting
silly hats and gloves. Give it time and you
will see, she said, that being a lady is what
God has meant for you to be.
I would lay awake each night as I grew and I
dreamed of the places my brothers seen
and Bobby too. I always knew when they were
to return home for most often it was when the
cherry blossoms scented the lawn.
Then there came that Spring day when all of them
came home late, but all I could see was
Bobby standing at gate.
My heart did flutter and my cheeks, I knew were
flushed. I never knew I had also missed Bobby
just as much.
It has been 4 years now and I still wear Bobby's ring and
two beautiful children that in cherry blossoms we play.
I often think back to what Grandma said and I understand
now every word that still echo's in my head .
I think Grandma's have an inside tip
for she already knew the plan, before I did.
I will always love you Grandma.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.
1. The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3. The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5. The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm.
6. The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers,
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013
The following poem is based on a true story
We were sitting down one evening when the phone began to ring,
“Hello mum,” said Father, “Can I help with anything?”
Grandmother then answered, “There’s a gerbil in my house!”
“Do you really mean a gerbil? Don’t you mean a mouse?”
“I’m certain it’s a gerbil,” My grandmother defended,
“And the fact you think I’d get that wrong makes me feel offended.”
“I’m sorry, but a gerbil? Are you really sure?”
“Yes I am. It must be one of those they’ve got next door.”
“We’re on our way.” Said my Dad and then hung up the phone,
And then within the hour we were at Grandmother’s home.
“Ok Mum, please tell me, just what did you see?”
“It came out from the kitchen and went under the TV.”
Dad went in a cupboard and then took out a trap,
Set it with some chocolate and waited for the “Snap!”,
It only took a moment, and what do you suppose?
A great big rat staggered out, the trap caught on its nose!
Dad chased it to the garden and gave it quite a whack,
“It’s ok Mum, that gerbil is never coming back”,
“Thank you Son, you know that I’d have struggled doing that,
But it could have been so much worse. It could have been a rat!”
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
My First Kiss
This is something I will remember for the rest of my life. Wow! It was nice.
Of course, it was years ago, but it seems like it was only a moment in time. Yes!
My first kiss made me cry. I often wonder why? No need to lie. It was wet and juicy.
After the first, there was a second, and then a third. I mourned and made unusual
sounds. I was told to hold still and stop acting like a little clown.
No one witness this event, but I remember. It was doing the month of lent. For me, it
was not entertainment. What was I to do? I was smother and covered. I didn’t have
the strength to fight, I couldn’t even take flight. I hear you saying, right! Honestly, it
happened that night.
Now! The real truth. Trust me, I only tell my friends. I was only two, I don’t know about
you. She kept looking down at me. I wasn’t asleep, only afraid to open my eyes and
As grandmother got closer to my crib, she said “honey baby” give me a big kiss, I began
to twist. My diaper was heavy and weighting me down, I could do nothing but stick
around. Mom and dad were in the living room, I cried and almost died.
Now I know what its like to kiss a fish. Grandma almost sucked the breath out of me.
Her kiss covered my mouth and noise like a giant water hose.
Even today, I don’t like kissing grandma. We touch hands as she fans. For sure! She is
my best girl friend, but I don’t kiss her. Because, she will suck all your wind.
Love you grandma, you are my best girl friend…
Copyright © Franklin Goode | Year Posted 2012
like the child her mother was
i miss that child
but adore the butterfly she has become
she will be more
than we all imagine
if we let her be
just as her mother
and her grandmother and great grandmother were and are
but we come from a line of struggle
of will and wellness
of dreams and wants
of can be and will be
and my heart is as full as it can be
she treats me like a playmate
and i wouldn't have it any other way
i love her and her mother
as much as my heart will allow
as much as there is room for
as if they were my own
Copyright © patricia koch | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
A Grandmother’s love is as warm as a summer rain
A Grandmother’s love can cast away any pain
A Grandmother’s love will last ever after
A Grandmother’s love is as sweet as laughter
A Grandmother’s love should never be forsaken
A Grandmother’s love can never be taken
A Grandmother’s love will be there even if you screw up
A Grandmother’s love will never let you give up
A Grandmother’s love will always be shared
A Grandmother’s love shows you that she cared
So take just one moment to sit back and remember
that Grandmother’s love you have in your heart
and love one another as your Grandmother loved you.
She loved the good you, the bad you, and just you.
Copyright © Donna Hartell | Year Posted 2007
Hello, my name is Bakering,
I’m not quite a grown up yet,
But I like to do many things,
I’ve already known a lot, I bet.
My grandmother cooks very well,
She teaches me how to cook,
I know – what now I’ll tell,
How a real omelette must look.
Not the way we make it from sand –
Its smell must whet an appetite.
Crack eggs, whisk them, add salt then,
Pour milk, bake in the skillet. Right?
If you like my granny’s master-class,
Read my tasty poems, please,
I’ll tell how to cook without fuss,
Even pizza with mushrooms and cheese.
Copyright © Valentina Iljina-Pechenova | Year Posted 2017
She’s always very clean and neat
With chocolate, sweets and other treats
When mummy says no, nanny wins
Like when we want to do baking
Peek-a-boo to nursery rhymes
Mischief making, pull faces times
Lots of games and lots of laughter
Silly times like when nan’s dafter
At the park on swings and slides
When it rains build tents and hide
We like to colour and do dot-to-dots
Remember banging spoons on pots
Nan could really not be sweeter
Playing games she let me beat her
She’d pick me up and hold me high
And if I fell, she’d wipe my eye
Finger prints on walls and glass
She’d potty train, help wipe our * (bottom)
It’s did not matter, we’ve no doubt
Making memories it’s about
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2017