Best Daughterme Poems
So… during basketball season… our manager, Anna,
would sit by me on the bench.
After Christmas,
I told her about Nana drawing with charcoals.
I told her about how I wanted to buy her charcoals
so she would draw again.
I told Anna about how Nana won’t draw anymore
because she used to draw…
when Papa was sick.
(I was telling Anna all of this because she likes to draw
and mentioned she likes charcoals the best)……..
All that being said…
Anna gave me the most beautiful charcoal drawing
of a basketball on a wooden floor.
It is framed and really big.
You can tell that she put time into it
and really wanted it to be pretty.
When I opened it in class today,
I was so surprised……
and told her it was beautiful.
She smiled at me and said,
“I drew that because of the story you told
me about your grandma.”
I bawled like a little kid.
Just that the story would influence her, and
inspire her to draw that for me.
It is awesome.
I had forgotten that we even talked about drawing…….
She didn’t.
That story meant something to her.
And that is why people teach.
Where
art thou, for I long for thee,
Simply just love, you and me,
Have you gone without a care,
And left me to sit, and wonder,
Where,
Are you, for me you use to shine
So bright,Nothng else mattered,
Cause we were so right,
Where,
Shall I sit, forever
And wait for thee? my queen,
Deeply in love, very few know
what I mean.
So until you need me again
I guess this is..
THE END...!!!!!
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*** Ritisha is my daughter's name. In Sanskrit, it means The godess of Truth or someone who never lies***
I watch her stir awake
And open those deep dark eyes
The look in it my breath it does take
And all I can do is sigh
She sees me looking at her
And her lips break into a smile
And yes I am her big tall father
But I fight my tears and try not to cry
She holds my hand in her tiny fingers
And pats my unshaven face
Then she gets up all lady like
Oh! You are so full of grace
I watch her leave in her school bus
All smiles and happy between friends
And I wave her good bye hiding my tears
Yes, it’s a daily trend
Watching you leave for school
Makes me think of the day you will go away
And maybe I am being just a fool
Worrying over you this way
But I can tell you this my baby, my daughter
And what I tell you is true
The greatest friend you will find is me, your father
And I’ll be there to protect you
So step into the world and spread your wings
And soar high in the sky
‘Cause till I am there in your life
I’ll ensure you never cry
Will you hug me Mom?
Oh yes, Gracie, so so tight.
Will you tickle me Mom?
Now and always I will.
Will you snuggle me?
I am the best snuggler Gracie girl.
Mom, can we read 2 books tonite?
Mom is tired, how about one.
I was a good girl, please read 2.
Gracie, one day Mom will be old.
3 like me, mom?
No baby, but maybe eighty three.
Gracie, will you hug me?
Tight tight tight, Mom.
My sweet girl, will you tickle me?
On your funny tummy, Mom.
Will you still snuggle me beautiful girl?
But you are the best snuggler, Mom.
How many books will you read me, Gracie?
Mom, if you are a good girl,
I will read you 2 books.
Please don't forget me
when I am old my Gracie.
No Mom, when you are little and I
am big I will brush your hair.
Thank you Gracie girl.
What makes me so special?
You favor me with ease
You take me with you everywhere, through your highest highs
And your lowest lows
It is like I was born branded, like the bump
That you bestowed
A thorny crown placed on my head, causing
Scars that I can’t heal
I was born to be your rag doll
You keep me close at
Hand
To be a yes-man when you’re happy, because I’m
Something you can spoil
You give me gifts just so I’ll stay
But when you get mad, I’m
Yours to hit
There’s a smile painted on my face, and
It never falters
Beneath the surface, there are cracks
Where your hypocrisy alone
Has dared to go
My walls are up, my doors are locked, but you always find
Your way in, then blow down the chimney
And even though my heart is made
Of stone, around you, it
Always crumbles
And with you it’s all a competition
To see who can hate you
More
You’d kill for some affection, and
Basically, you do
I still remember that day, two years shy of now
When I sat there cowering on the floor
When you hit and pulled my hair
You said I’d never
Known abuse
But I know you personally
Only you can be pardoned for everything
You are forgiven without excuse,
Name us guilty without trial
We lack lawyers and a jury, and I’m tired of
Taking all the blame
For the stupid things you do
I’m just another daughter, just Raggedy Anybody
But I wrote this poem all for you
And only you’re to blame
A newborn infant has no choice.
My folks with others had consulted.
And this is the girl name that resulted.
They christened me with name of Joyce.
You won’t find my name on today’s lists,
But for those ladies of a certain age,
Born when this name was the rage,
In obituaries it still exists.
Dad’s friend had named his daughter Joyce.
Dad thought it was a pretty name,
And asked if he might do the same.
His friend said “Yes, if that’s your choice.”
With four sons ahead of me in line,
My parents wanted a feminine name.
I know in my heart they would think it a shame,
That Joyce started out as masculine.
My name was popular for a while
Until becoming tattered from over-use.
Out-dated was used as the excuse
To put it in the passé file.
I found when looking on the Internet
That Joyce translates to saint or lord.
I’m afraid I don’t fit either word.
On me it’s as plain as a name can get.
My name has served me very well
And though it hasn’t brought me fame
Isabelle is my middle name
So my daddy called me his Joybell.
No matter what your name may be,
As long as it’s pronounced with love,
It’s a blessing from the Saints above.
I’m sure with this you will agree.
For Linda Marie’s “What’s In A Name” contest won a first place
.
She handed the stick to me in silence.
A red plus symbol faded on its end.
“What does this mean?” I said in shock.
“We’re going to have a baby!” She beamed.
The hidden magic of your conception,
washed over me in pride.
You would be the true linkage of unrelated people.
The beginning of the pinnacle of my creation.
I longed to hold you.
On a small screen in a sterile office,
I first saw you in black and white,
Playing in the darkness.
The sound of your heart beating intensely,
Brought us yet closer.
I watched you grow and felt your flutters,
Kicking and twisting within.
I was given the honor of selecting your name.
But I longed to hold you.
Interruption of my sleep,
Came on a warm night in August.
You chose an early exit from your confinement.
A midnight drive I orchestrated to a solemn hospital.
With my reeling body seated in a corner,
After many hours and countless contractions,
You split the morning with a feeble cry.
Through my exhaustion I could not look away.
I oversaw every detail of your first hour .
And I was the first to hold you in Love’s eternal embrace.
First time I saw you sitting there like a nervous little angel ready to fly away
First time I talked to you I encouraged you to stay
First time I saw you smile, it made me smile too
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too
First time I held your little hand, seemed like I had a friend for life in you
First time you told me about your mom ma I felt your love for her too
First time you jumped on my back I felt the beginning of love for you
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too
First time I taught you something, you taught me something too
First time I told you have a wonderful blessed morning, you told me to have one too
First time you said good night to me, I said good night to you
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too
Oh it’s been many a years and your still that little girl I knew
You fell in love with him before I really knew, just like I fell in love with you
When you went away to school I told you, you are a precious gift from God and you said so
are you, I got them you are all grown and left me, miss my baby blues
HOW DO I LOVE THEE,LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.
I LOVE THEE BECAUSE YOUR THE BEST PART OF ALL MY DAYS .
I LOVE THEE FOR THE VISION OF YOUR SMILE,THAT LENDS ME COMFORT AT NIGHT.
I LOVE THEE FOR YOUR SMILE,THAT GETS ME GOING AT FIRST LIGHT.
I LOVE THEE FOR ALL YOU'LL EVER DO AND ALL YOU'LL EVER BE.
I LOVE THEE,JUST BECAUSE YOUR SO VERY SPECIAL TO ME.
I LOVE THEE FOR THE RADIANCE OF THE SUN,IN WHICH YOUR SMILE PROVIDES.
I LOVE THEE BECAUSE HAVING SUCH A WONDERFUL DAUGHTER,MAKES ME FEEL GOOD
INSIDE.
I LOVE THEE,CAUSE YOUR THE BESTPART OF ME AND MY VERY BEST PART.
I LOVE THEE MOST OF ALL ,WITH EVERY BIT OF MY HEART.
SO STAND PROUD MY CHILD ,WITH GRACE AND STYLE AND NEVER SEIST TO BE.
FOR OF ALL THE THINGS IN THE UNIVERSE ARE NOT A EQUAL TO HOW I LOVE THEE....
The only thing that's sleeps next to me,
Is a pillow now and occasionally,
My daughter who climbs up into bed,
Softly on my chest just to lay her head...
She's the warmest thing that I ever feel,
So enormous without the sex appeal,
Just a 6 year old but she knows the needs,
Of her father that seems to slowly bleed...
She will tell me all of the sweetest things,
Giving so much love minus all the strings,
She appreciates all the things I do,
Which alleviates any pain from you..
Any moment you take advantage of ,
She will own it so I can feel what's love,
Never asking me what is in return,
It's the last thing that's ever her concern...
It's the smallest space when I'm in my bed,
So I pretend the pillow is her instead,
Taking up what room that is in my heart,
While the others use it to keep apart...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
You have always been there.....
When i have needed you...
Listened Laughed, and comforted me
In times of uncertainty....
You brighten my days that seem so dark..
Erased the pain of my broken heart.
You helped me say good-bye...
TO all the bad things in my life...
You are my friend when i seemed to have none..
You gave me strength when i was scared,
Standing beside me,you were there.
You wiped my tears when i was sad,
All along holding my hand.
You are my mother
A gift from god ,guardian angel from the heavens above.
Co pyrite 2008
Amanda Vaughn
She Said
Sometimes life gets so hard
You stand so long that you get tired
It’s not about giving in
But knowing you just can’t win
It’s about the rules and the hypocrites
The tighter you hold the harder it gets
Parents preachers cops and teachers
A single voice lost in the bleachers
Just one drink might solve a problem
But leads to ten which don’t solve nothing
You can’t escape from your family
They’re all they are and all they’ll be
One of these days you’re going to see
Cause someday the mom you’ll be
Make mistakes share the laughter
Bear the pain cure disaster
Someday you will want to know
How I did it what’s the goal
But till that day I sit and cry
Look beyond stars asking why
Oh please my lord let me have love
Until you call me back above
Someone who will always care
Someone who is always there
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Pain manifests deep inside my chest,
Burning through me unforeseen.
Every bodily organ bursting to explode,
My heart, the lungs and spleen.
She lived inside, so delivered to an earthly reside,
Which is now up for question.
Please, oh god, I can't live without
My tiny little affection.
Vital to existence,
She controls my every move to demise.
Still, future days and discarding nights,
With her, are left very compromised.
A devastating diet depression,
Never would I hunger for another bite.
Famished from family fatigue,
These eyes of the tigress face to fight.
If I lose, the loser not only I,
I'll be left to cry over a dual life tragedy.
As more time proceeds, the edge of terror,
Approaches, ever so gradually.
She breathes my blood,
And laughs my pain.
Cries my worries,
and her smiles my gain.
What will I do if I lose a love,
deeper than stares can see?
What will ever become of her,
And God, what should of me?
Beg on my hands and knees,
With my head to the ground,
If I was born a man,
I'd surrender power, loyalty and crown!
However, spirit is in feminine step,
Agony in depth, and forever left roaming the earth,
Take my baby, recognize not maybe,
My faith and choice granted birth!
A mauling quarry, daughter left to worry,
Aside from this critical plea,
Not for court of any sort,
But for shae, I'll be the best mother I can be!
Have mercy, if you take Shae,
in grave I will lay, might as well bury me…
But beware of this,
Unless final bliss,
I'll fight with every last hint of life,
Don't count on me to flee!
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Slow down little girl
Is this a swirl
Tell me what you are looking for
Is there something more
Slow down do not hesitate
To get that first date
Let him come to you
Tell us what you do
Slow down little angel child
Tell me why you go wild
Is this all just a test
Is our love just the best
Slow down do not stay out late
Just because he is your date
Let him know what you want
Sometimes you got to be blunt
Slow down our young lady
Do not have a baby
Is this what you are looking for
Is this boy-your more!!
November 2010
Rachel Thibeault
remember the first time i fell to my knees and began to pray. it was a quarter till 9 on the morning
of the 23rd day in the month of may.i was in a room alone my heart pounding my hands shaking. i
turned to god and gave him my word that i would start giving and stop taking. i can say for certain
that time had become still. i took responsibility for all i had done, and i realized that this must be
love i feel.how had i gone through life without knowing how to love.then time began again and the
door opened, i stood up and put everything in the hands of the man above.i still cant remember a
single sound, it was as if i could only hear my heart speaking out i found my way to a room so
bright, and their was your mother with a smile that took away all doubt.their isnt a word to
describe what you gave me that day. all i can say is thank you for saving me with your gift of love,
and showing me how to pray.
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