Best Litle Poems
Its been six years, and the foremost memory of her smile still shakes my heart
Sunny, Bright was the day, her hair was tied into a ponytail I will never forget
Full of life, yet shy she sat to her lonesome, and I watched in amazement
Questioning the future of what it would become, I loaned her a pencil, well a little part
The days followed a routine, and my eyes captured her in still framed memory to later see
I felt as if it was all meant to be, for she fit the perfect match to my soul
Litle by little she did smile and I fell in love with her smile, my heart it stole
To the day I cannot get over the belief that she is the one to keep me forever, and I plea
Timid I was, for such beauty dwells in her inner being, not to mention how gorgeous she is
I kept an open eye until one day she didn't return to her seat, she was gone
I felt as if the world had abandoned me, and I never even spoke to her, and already it was done
I begged the clouds and skies for her to return, yet only the memory of her joy came to please
Days went to pass, and nothing of her return I heard
Whom to question for a shy soul I am, I gave into the sad fact
Not knowing of what the future was, I didn't know how to react
I wept, like a child to my own shadow and my shadow did laugh at me so harmless to be a bird
Fate never laughed, for she came back into my life
Held my hand every step of the way, I love her with my all
With her by my side I shall stand tall
Paula, my love, my moon, my wife, her favorite color is purple
By some perchance, if I should meet
The child I was, upon the street,
Would she tarry for what I have to say
Or from this stranger run away?
So much of her I now recall
But she knows not of me at all.
Would she wonder why I shed this tear,
My little self of yesteryear?
Would she let me take her hand in mine,
To solve the maze and walk the line?
There is so much she could learn from me,
This litle child that I used to be.
I'd like to show her where to turn,
Teach her the lessons she needs to learn
Give her a map to find her way,
This little child of yesterday.
Or should I simply set her free?
The little child that I used to be.
By: Joyce
A few moments after a hard summer shower we went to get the mail.
It was something in which my son, his dog and I certainly could prevail.
A trickle of rain ran down the drive, something not to be ignored.
With a splash, splash, whomp, whomp, he sent the water really far.
Heaven forbid that raging torrent should wash us away you know.
So he stood in front watching, making a formidable dam to stop the flow.
Then a leaf became a boat, sailing rather quickly down the drive.
He stayed in front, mesmerized, and then he finally watched it float on by.
With fascination on his face, he watched the trickles’ every move.
Then a burly frog came up, a monster king, that from the dog quickly flew.
The dog had saved my prince you know, from imprisonment in yonder pond.
For the frog was the villain, and within every good story, one must be found.
The hero became my prince, as he saved several lowly worms that day.
The worms of course declared undying loyalty, as on higher ground they lay.
In fact, the whole of the wormy world voweled to help him, that day henceforth.
And you never know when the wormy world, will be needed to sally forth.
At this time we found the mailbox, and my little prince quickly became engrossed.
My neighbor and her daughter were getting theirs, so my son hid behind the post.
When she smiled, he smiled back. A truce between kingdoms, now we could boast.
And they ran together that day, to every puddle that we did not find remiss.
At that point it became apparent, that the prince had found his little princess.
They lived happily ever after in the sun and in the rain they couldn’t resist.
And all because they’d found each other, that day in their Realm of Rainy Bliss.
CSEastman Contest:Litle Kids Again Child: Preschool (3?)
Look at you sitting there
With your chubby hand
Holding my heart with your laugh
Knowing where I stand....
Sweet Baby Starr
I know where you are
Starring at you sleeping
Listening to your baby breath
Waiting for your laugh
Hearing the morning sounds
Under the white mounds
Praying a mother’s prayer
While stroking your golden hair....
You are the reason I could fly
My baby Star
You are the reason I feel so alive
My Baby thats what you are...
Look at you growing up
Asleep upon your bed
Holding your teddy bear
Felling such love and care...
With your little arms around my neck
Oh Lord, forgive me I yelled
For some little mistake
That she made
My little Starr....
Kissing my little ones tear stained face
Promising to be better
With each daily light
Holding each other tight....
Chasing the fireflies
In the hot humid night
So tiny she was
But oh so bright....
She sat on the table
Swinging her little legs
Her body as at ease as it could be
Her thought at that time
Was telling the jokes to me....
The little girl sat by her mom’s side
“Mom, when will I grow up?”
Patience dear, it will be soon enough
Star said to me...
Sweet sixteen her first schools dance
Oh where did the years go by?
“Will anyone dance with me?” She asks me why
“Patience, my dear soon enough!”
They said you were wild
I said you were free
They said you wouldn’t listen
I said you would to me.....
Young girl grew into womanhood
And marriage she did go
Love came and love went
Finally one true love endured....
The beautiful bride looked
Towards her mother
“Can I make a marriage work?”
“Patience, my dear, patience, soon enough”
Mom it’s Valentine’s Day
I want you here with me
I feel like a litle girl
That I want to be
Will I ever be able to see you again?
In the heavenly skies....
A cold autumn day, the last leaves
Falling from the trees
Tears falling like rain
It was to be...
“Mom when will I ever see you again?
This is Baby Starr, looking for you”
Soft upon the wind came the reply
“Patience, my Starr, soon enough, soon enough!"....
BROOKE DYLAN 2014
A litle hint of you
A little hint of me
A community that creates a wonderful recipe
recipes of friendships
recipes of love
recipes of healing and comfort
sent From God above
recipes of togetherness and of unity too
may God continue to keep on blessing you
recipes of friendships
recipes of love
recipes of healing and comfort
sent From God above
we don't need to add a little sugar
we don't need to add a little spice
your the ones that write
the recipes that sounds so nice
recipes of friendships
recipes of love
recipes of healing and comfort
sent From God above
poetry soup isn't just any kind of soup
it's more like a fine stew
with a little hint of me
and a little hint of you
diane christian
3/6/2014
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I stood in the door way of this cinema town
A punch to my head and a fall to the ground
Staggered back up to my feet in a flash
A black tooth sheep herder stared back in a dash
Dressed like a tramp in wellington heel
The manure had a stench and litle appeal
I moved down the hill as another punch came out
Some traveller girls screamed and did shout
I turned in a temper a boot to his frame
Crumpled below but nothing would tame
Got up once again and I asked for the law
Came at me and dived I pucnhed his red jaw
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Then head locked this idiot and dragged him to toilet
A public amenity I just tried to foil it
Round by the sink and taps hit his head
and dragged him back out as the blood ran quite red
Then he cried solefully and said dont you know
A bag on his side he decided to show.
I said I knew not and you should not then fight
Medical care your mind had no sight
So finally said he may never be let
Drink in my Ma's bar in future he bet
Many years later this stranger was caught
Playing with sheep and a case it was sought
True story.
Many there be have turn their backs to thee/
No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?
But none the worse for wear,
Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/
In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/
Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !
We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !
No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,
We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !
Stars and the moon
Stars studied in astronomy
Stars telling your fortune
Stars in astrology
Stars a huge mass
Stars orange, blue, white
Stars little pockets of gas
Stars five points of light
Stars orbit the atmosphere
Stars their is all so many
Stars a serlestrial spear
Stars a distant galaxy
Stars and their formation
Stars where they from
Stars a constalasion
Stars look a shooting one
Updated tied up bit idea 2012 written 2012
This spare of moment idea I wrote a year ago still been wondering wheather to put on here
wanted ito addd to it but s=not sure where to go with it
when I was writing elements of life and mother earth
i dont know much about astrology,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
wanted to add more to this
LOOKING FOR LAST VERSE TO FINISH HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
still couple verses lines not happy with just litle insight on subject
MAYBE SOMEONE COULD HELP
INSPIERD B SOUP POETS AT TIME JAN FEB 2012............................
WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDCOTT ,,,,,, 2012>>>>>
written jan 2012
They are still fighting in the Mideast
Jews killing Arabs and Arabs killing Jews
Civil wars in Yemen and Syria
lead to the death of children
Will out poems change people's hearts?
Let us pray they do
A litle optimism
is what is needed
by all of us versifiers
We must do our best to help create
paths to peace in the world
It is vital!
deer mister god: momy said i coud rite a leter by mysef to you
i'd lik to talk on the fone with you but this wil half to do
id reely lik to set on yur lap, ticle you and pul yur beerd
maybee sumday i can do that if you woudn think me weerd
i want you to no i ben good and go to churc and sundy skool
my sundy skool techer has ben teaching us the goldy rool
be sur to be in churc next sundy, il show you my nuu shooz
il make sur dady nos yur ther so he wont tak his snooz
ther is sum things i ben wantin to ask you about
is it ok if i dont have to eat all my brusel sprout
momy says you ar al around us but i have nevr seen you
ar you playin hid and seek and playin triks on me too
nuther thing i ben wunder about is who invented lite
wuz it you or mister edisun pleaz tel me wich is rite
tel me what reely hapen to al them dinersors
and why do dadies have to fite in al the wars
momy says im geting a litle bruthr but wont you tak pity
what i reely want frum you or santi claws is a flufy kity
i luv you as many as the stars and want you as my frien
tak good care uf yursef mister god yur pen pal mary ann
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A little cried alone
Between the ruin house
He cried cause everybody don’t care
Everybody busy to save own family
Her parents disappear
They not carrying her
Maybe they died at the ruin
Or they forget her to get own save
In a cold of the night
No one care about her
She cried and loneliness
With much bleed covering all of her body
She’s crying with her suffer pain
She’s try to scream for help
But no one hear her screaming
Everybody run everywere to find saving place.
But everyone forget her
With her weaknes
she just can cried
With her condition of not being able to do something
After two saddening days
Some volunteer come to helping people
And they find this little girl died
Died with her painfulness face
"DoWn ThE MeMOrY LAne.......tHEre's "DuSTy KnEEs"...."BrUIsed ELboWS"....& "SwEat".
DoWn THE MeMORY LaNE.......There's "HAPPinESS".
UNAWARE OF THE WORLDLY WAYS .....WHEN THE SOUL WAS SO PURE.
DOWN THE MEMORY LANE WHERE HATE CEASES TO EXIST ONLY LOVE PREVAILED.
DAD WAS THE KING MOM WAS THE QUEEN....UNDER THEIR KINGDOM
I HELD MYSELF AS A LITLE PRINCE.
WHEN THE WORLD BEYOND THE FENCE OF MY HOUSE WAS HARD TO IMAGIINE...
BIRDS WERE MY BEST FRIENDS AND TOGETHER WE USED TO SING.....
WHEN IN NIGHT COUNTING STARS WAS ONLY HOBBY...
BORED
WITH IT I USED TO RUN,HOPP AND JUMP THROUGHOUT THE LOBBY.
WHEN LUXURIOUS COUCH WERE NOT THE PLACE FOR ME TO SLEEP..
MY MOTHER'S LAP WAS THE BEST I NEED.
WHEN SITTING ON MY FATHER'S SHOULDER WAS HIGHEST I COULD REACH.
WHEN ALL THE MOUNTAINS FALL SHORT BENEATH.
WHEN MONEY HOLDS NO VALUE....DREAMS WERE EVERYTHING.
WHEN FIGHTING OVER AN EXTRA SCOOP OF ICECREAM OR A PIECE OF CHOCLATE WAS BIGGEST CHAOS I HAVE SEEN.
GOSH THESE MEMORIES FADED AWAY WITH TIME..
MY WORLD HAS CHANGED COMPLETELEY IN JUST FEW YEAR'S TIME.
I STILL MISS THOSE DAYS.....I MISS BEING PRINCE OF MY FATHER'S LITTLE KINGDOM.
DOWN WITH MY DUSTY KNEES,BRUISED ELBOWS & SWEAT IN THIS WORLDLY RUSH.
DARING TO WIN AN IDENTITY OVER MILLION'S IN THIS GHOSTLY HUSH.
"DoWn ThE MeMOrY LAne.......tHEre's "DuSTy KnEEs"...."BrUIsed ELboWS"....& "SwEat".
DoWn THE MeMORY LaNE.......There's "HAPPinESS".
what can i say
i'm lady eagle beautiful & elegant
got her own style
i'll be coming to an area near you
soon
but right now let me tell you a litle
about this eagle of mind
this aint no introduction
only to inspire young lady's of
today, not tomorrow
or yesterday news
let's get ready to soar
and explore new heights
of the living wind that got a
hold of our destination
you can guide your own direction by
using your wings
let's fly
it's up to you to decide
which path you want to go
you can either take the narrow way
or the wide way of life
if you take the narrow way of things
theres an option of being the very best
you can accomplish things you wouldnt
believe you can
it's up to you
if you want to achieve
the choice is yours
if you chose the wide way of life
you can become part of the population
of what society says or be the
next statistics
it's still time to chose
your own destiny
it might be captivating at the moment
sooner or later you're find out its
no longer a challenge
develop a eyesight like no other
for things thats right or wrong
let your eyes determine what you
want out of life
look at your surroundings
is this you? or
do you want more?
my feathers are indivduality
and my heart is influential
u should know what my mind
is informal to the things of power
and of knowledge
get on board
don't worry, this eagle is legal
as long as you're single
ready to mingle
with things of independency
just wiyh no other tendencies
only to become the best
this is not a test
at least not yet
unless you settle for less
lady eagle is going to do her
& my expectancy
is for you
to do you
and fly
through the open door
of opportunities & prosperities
What hurts the most is I’m never going to see your face again. I wish I could hug
you again, I wish I could yell at you one more time, but I cant.
What hurts the most is letting go. I love you like family, my cousin, now your gone.
Its killing me inside because I wish I could be with you again.
It hurts, but I know your in heaven looking down on us. Zay, i love you, miss you!! I
wish I could say hey one more time, I wish alot, but it wont never happen.
I’m going to miss my litle cousin, alot of people are going to miss you, yes it
hurts because he’s gone, but hes always going to be in our hearts!!
R.I.P Zay
A LITLE CLOUD SAID RAIN
TO A TINY EARTH SO DRY
A PRECIOUS SEED HEARD SPROUT
FROM A SUN SO HIGH
UNTIL A LOVELY FLOWER GREW
AND SOON BEGAN TO BLOOM
AND THAT'S THE WAY I'D HAVE TO SAY
GOD GIVES THE EARTH PERFUME
SO WHEN LOVING COMES A KOCKING
YOU'D BETTER LET HER IN
YOU'D BETTER LET HER IN
CAUSE SHE MIGHT NOT COME AGAIN
THAT'S WHY IT'S DISCONCERTING
DOWN RIGHT UNFAIR
THAT OUT OF MANY
THERE'S HARDLY ANY
ONES WHO REALLY CARE
A HANDSOME MAN SAID LOVE
TO A LOVELY GIRL SO SHY
ANOTHER LIFE BEGAN FROM
ANOTHER SOURCE ON HIGH
AND WE'RE ALL FLOWER CHILDREN
LIVES OF EVERY HUE
APPEAR THE LITTLE BOY IN ME
AND THE LITTLE GIRL IN YOU
SO WHEN LOVING COMES A KNOCKING
BETTER LET HER IN
BETTER LET HER IN
CAUSE SHE MIGHT NEVER COME AGAIN
THROUGH STORMS OR SUNNY WEATHER
ENJOY LIFE'S GAME
NO ENDEAVOR LASTS FOREVER
BUT LOVE ALWAYS REMAINS