Best Dedicationme Poems
When I was a child, you would hold me tight
When I went to bed, you would kiss me good-night
At times I know, I was really bad,
You were always patient, not often mad.
As I got older, my love for you grew
My perfect flower, covered in dew.
No matter what I did, I knew you were there,
Always willing to forgive, showing me you care.
When I got married and moved away,
I thought about you just about every day.
The child that grew under my heart,
Showed me how much of you, that I was a part.
At times I needed you but I didn't call,
I knew how much you worried about us all.
I had so much inside, I wanted you to know
So hard, it was for me, to let my feelings show.
Although I didn't say it, I'm sure you could see,
That you meant the whole world to me.
There was no time to say good-by,
So now, deep inside of me, I cry.
I know that you are happy, up in heaven
Some souls have no one, you have seven.
I feel so empty I don't know what to do,
You have taken my heart with you.
I will always feel this emptiness within,
Until, my dear Mother, I see you again.
Until then I want you to know,
I love you Mom, I loved you so.
cry on my shoulder
cry a river of tears
let me walk with you in the dark
let me concur your fears
you say your fine
you say leave me alone
im coming to rescue you
you tend to be accident prone
when your drunk
when your high
let me save you from yourself
...just cry
i hold your tears in my heart
as my soul fills with pain
at least i won the battle
and the beast was slain
cry on my shoulder
cry a river of tears
let me walk you through the dark
let me concur your fears
just cry
Form:
My angel sit beside me I can see you in my sight
You walk with me I feel your warmth like overwhelming light
I hear your breath against mine I smell your scent
I walk my path with a knowing your strength is now mine
Love you taught me right from wrong you explained
The first rule is to smile it takes your soul to a great domain
I see you run and play in my dreams
Hiding behind the curtains I see your vision
Oh angel of mine you guide through
An embrace from you I hold close
Like the roses that bloom their is beauty in mind of you
A time ago I held you close time ago I held your hand
A forever kiss placed upon your lips
Will last forever a love that is so strong noone can complete
To have you now would make all of me complete even in my sleep
I would give all the diamonds to pay for just one more moment
I can never fill my heart full as there is a hole that does nt hide
It is always there I carry that with every beat from my heart
A thought comes to mind and its you an honesty of all
I love, I will always love ,My Angel .....
A missing part of me that just does nt die
Tears keep hitting my cheek the pain does not subside
That is true love between my angel and I....
The one who gave me life,
(With the assistance from his wife).
He was there when I entered this world,
With squalling lungs and hair that curled.
Whenever I would fall flat on my face,
He would lift me back into place.
And say "come on, my beloved son,
You can walk; your journey has just begun."
He had to correct me from time to time.
To keep me from getting to far out of line.
He also showed me the way to go,
That is why I love him so'
We have covered together very many miles,
Shared heartaches, tears, and plenty of smiles.
Though I sometimes ignored those arms open wide,
Often I saw in his eyes- great pride.
Times I was downcast, he was always there,
He taught me what it meant to care.
Through my life I've tried to honor him,
In every place that I've been.
I've come to realize that his love,
Is a reflection of God up above.
And I proudly proclaim That I am Glad,
My Heavenly Father gave me my Dad'
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
Father's Day
June 17, 2001
younger than me she happens to be
prettier than me she happens to be
smarter than me she happens to be
we are both trapped and ready to break free
in a world of lonthsome,anguish and pain
foster care has left us used and slain
we will yet be remembered, they will speak our name
our memory will haunt the ones who hurt us
we will never be left in vain
understand that we are greater than you
understand we are smarter than you
you dont understand what weve been through
but understand this...
we still love you
she is my best friend
and she understands
now we concured the pain
we are not in vain
we walk in the sand
hand in hand
no longer lonly
and wet with rain
... we have won
Form:
Just as the clay is in the potter's hand
I'm a made vessel in God's own hand
Just as he makes each vessel out of sand
So God made me from the dusty land
Just as he breaks the cup, and makes a jar
If it pleases Him, then why keep me?
Make me a vessel unto honour
Make me a vessel made of fine gold
That I might be fit for thy own use
Or break me again, still I suit you.
A moment in time, time to realize just who
I am & where I stood in life.
To look into the eyes of my mentor & watch him
as he cried.
Tears of Honor, Respect & Pride
My proudest moment in life, was
telling my Pops, I had joined the Army.
Letting him know I was ready to fight.
Standing there with a stupid look on my face,
I wasn't sure just what he'd say.
I thought he would be angry but he seemed
to be okay,
Blinking my way, past tears of my own.
Trying to show him, I was brave.
I said, "It's Time for me to leave place,
time to leave where I was, raised.
As he wiped away a tear running down his face,
he turned to me and said, "keep your head low & your spirit high
make sure you come home safe..
On the morning I left, he shook me in bed,
then said, "Don't forget what I told you
keep you head low & your spirit high
make sure you come home safe".
then he turned and walked away.
aimless and blind
I wasted my youth
left friendship behind
in search of the truth
no wiser but sadder
ah,but that never mattered
'cause then I met you
I did my hitch
sowed my wild oats
I burned all my bridges
and sunk all my boats
while the rats had all scattered
ah,but none of that mattered
'cause then I met you
yeah when I met you
you pulled me through
you gave me a clue
when I so didn't know what to do
blitzed on the booze
fresh out of hope
I had nothing to lose
at the end of my rope
I was mad as a hatter
the fact of the matter-
but then I met you
yeah then I met you
and then I met you!
By Michael Wayne and Smriti Jha
I will paint my love RED across your face as I drink in your
beauty.
A river I will course in BLUE down the center of your chest.
You turn me RED with your vibrant strokes.
My soul melts in your arms like scentedSMOKE
Upon your left breast I will mark radiant, life giving SUN ,
The right bosom will receive my gentle painting of the MOON
The emulation of two heavens seep into my heart.
The one desire you paint reflects your inspired art.
Crimson"RED HEARTS I will brush onto your dainty arms.
Colorful butterflies I reproduce on your ticklish legs.
Like a rainbow of love streaming out of my consciousness ,
Pouring down those sensuous legs so rapturous and sublime.
MOUNTAIN peaks I will design on your smooth back.
Wings I will paint on your luscious feet, to bring you close
I will run down your chest with my feet till you drag me
closer to hear my racing heart beats.
Upwards pointing ARROWS will trace upon your
inner THIGHS ,
They will guide me to the place of our INTENSE union.
Inhibition melting arrows rest between my thighs
Like rain drops falling from fertile,blue skies.
ON your lower belly I will PAINT GREEN like the leaves of
a healthy and growing small tree
This plant of life will strengthen our nuptial bond
.This dream I find so tantalizingly profound
In COLLABORATION WITH A VERY VERY TALENTED
MICHAEL WAYNE
Grandma would rock in her chair,
as she shelled green beans,
telling me stories of old,
that kept my attention.
As I helped her with this
chore, I was amazed with
this wonderful sweet lady
and the wisdom she had.
She never attended a day
of school, but yet she had
all the answers.
Every time I talked with her,
she would build me up,
telling me "Jimmy Foulk,
you will be somebody someday,
mark my words."
I could never get down while
with her, she just kept building
me up and encouraging me.
She was my best friend as well
as my Grandma, she died in
1969 and I dearly miss her.
written 4-17-11
Form:
Sittin on santa's lap,
he asks me what I wish for-
I reply, I have no list,
no need for anything.
Sittin on santa's lap,
he asks me what I mean-
I reply, I have the greatest love,
I could not ask for more.
Sittin on santa's lap,
he asks me to tell him more-
I reply, I have no words,
to express the love I own.
Sittin on santa's lap,
he asks me where it came from-
I reply, it is the perfect gift,
from the only man for me.
Sittin on santa's lap,
he tells me I have the Greatest gift-
I reply, this I know,
for he's my christmas star!
(c) Rosemarie Schrock
Dec. 15, 2008
I escaped the narrow lives of solitude
to taste the wine of your love.
You showered on me your contagious charm .
I am enslaved with your thoughts .
I wish there was ONE place in the globe
where lovers could built those beautiful hopes .
If death knocks me out before the blissful kiss
just walk into the graveyard
and there you will find your red fiery
dazzling even in the twilight
I hope you like this one :-)
How can I say thank you for all the things you do
When they’re all so never-ending from hearts so very true
No gratuity could measure the amount I count on you
I’m sorry and I’m grateful; for now, It’s all that I can do
I know that I am blessed because you mean so very much
I thank God for your presence and every part of me you touch
It’s through you that I am learning the art of give and take
And, I’m educated often for all of goodness’ sake
The integrity in your hearts and your thought-provoking ways
Keep me motivated through most of my darkest days
And when I peek outside my box, I see you being there
You hold my hand and cradle my heart, and it means more than you’re aware
Through the worry and frustration, you soldier your way through
The ways of love and how it works, I have learned from you
Thank you to my Daughter, Frank & Kayli
Dear Father, please forgive me for the things I did and didn’t do-
And for only showing in fragments how much I loved you.
You were kind and gentle, but I mistook it for weakness.
To my detriment, I denied myself the depths of your sweetness.
I believed that I was the rock and that you were the sand-
But in my weakest moments, you still held out your hand.
There was strength in your silence when things would go wrong.
And, you kindly let me come back to where I began and belonged.
Though my gratitude was fleeting, you held your head high.
When I was a burden, you’d simply quietly sigh.
You only judged me a little when I made my mistakes,
And you’d turn the other cheek when I’d yell in your face.
You helped me raise my daughter and get my degree.
You put a roof over our heads for nearly free.
You kept your heart open and gave us a home,
Only to die in the street all alone.
I was helping you too is what I would boast,
But it was you who gave and loved the most.
Now, you’ve passed, and it still makes me so sad….
Only a memory----my hero, my Dad.
In Loving Memory to my Dad (4/8/38-8/3/03)
Tinker Bell dwells well in my mind,
Helping me find the words to use,
Endearing enough to help choose
Radiant qualities that blind.
Alluring my mind from behind,
Charm is in the arms of my muse,
Handing me lines I can not lose,
Engaging enough to be kind.
Lyrical miracles flow free,
Qualified to be the unique,
Uncommon qualities we see.
Incredible enough to speak
Notably of? Enough for me!
Noticeable enough to seek!