Best Familycare Poems


Premium Member Generic Bleach

Little do I care if bleach is generic
Or if fabric softener or detergent
Some bad personality flaws become chronic
Little do I care, if well you really meant

What brings me care is negative remarks spoken_
Harsh words pour forth like rain released kinetic
Energy, power released never to be unbroken
Words that leave my heart's state of being semantic

Semantic=Affected role

Family 1-10 Then10-1

1 Family can be so much fun
2 They care so much about you
3 Look how much they all love me
4 What else can a girl ask for
5 They keep all the memories alive
6 Some things you just don't need to fix
7 Sure wish I was still eleven
8 That's when  my family was great
9 Always together spending time 
10 You just have to love them
                 Then
10 Family sucks thank god for friends
            Let's go again
10 Don't ever ever ask about me again
9 Hope you love yours could care less about mine
             Let's go again
9 No one is there to help when your falling behind
8 When you need your money back they hesitate
7 All you two faced sinners talking about going to heaven
6 How many problems can one person fix
             Let's go again
6 They always got you caught up in the mix
5 Poetry soup helps me survive
             Let's go again
5 Poetry soup keeps me alive
4 Still at my door wanting more and more
             Let's go again
4 I just can't take it anymore
3 How many times are you going to borrow from me
             Let's go again
3 I help everyone but nobody can help me
2 I can't take no more lies from you
             Let's go again
2 There's nothing else that I can do
1 so disgusted that's it I'm done

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for rambling poet contest
In search of the human mind

The Not So Golden Years

When we are born we need someones care.
To feed us and change us and to even wash our hair.
Our parents give up the rest of their lives. 
And help us out so we can hit what we strive.
So why is it when we get old and gray.
We find that so many have no place to stay.
When the roles are reversed and our parents get old.
And are living their years that are suppose to be gold.
But these days that we use to call the golden years.
Why are they now being filled with their tears.
When I was a kid my grandpa moved in.
We took care of him while he grew old and thin.
But now they get hired help or get sent to a home.
Where they get stuck in a room with no where to roam.
To be put in some place where they are forgotten.
We're not suppose to make their final years rotten.
Now this isn't true in everyones case.
Some need more care than a family can face.
But I feel that the elderly should really be praised.
For all the hard work put in the families they raised.


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