Best Little Did I Know Poems
When I became a mother, tremendous joy filled my heart,
But little did I know about this journey at the start.
I thought I knew what Love is, even Love profound,
With every cry and coo, every babbling, baby sound.
All my protective instincts kicked in naturally
And giving was a pleasure to my child, especially.
My heart was filled with Love to a degree without scope.
Everything of myself I invested in the center of my hope.
All the times when my child was so sick and listless;
Although I did all I could, I felt completely helpless.
Then all the worldly woes my child would be subjected to,
Like in school, the bullying, they'd have to suffer through;
All the cruelties of life a mother would gladly take on
To spare her child grief and sorrow, a mother woebegone.
All the sleepless nights don't end in their infancy,
They're just the prelude to all the years of worry yet to be.
When the teen years roll in though and on into early adult,
Mother becomes rather unimportant, is blamed for all the fault.
Suddenly the mother becomes stupid, the teen knows everything
And feels embarrassed when mother, along with, they must bring.
Many hurtful words are said that stab and bleed a mother's heart,
But unconditional Love remains though her heart is torn apart.
Still, her child is her child to Love, to guide, protect;
Harm her child and mother's wrath one won't wish to resurrect.
When one becomes a mother, there are years of sacrifice;
This role is for life and can't be bought for any price.
Each memory she cherishes, sustains her when she's forgotten.
Still she'll never trade for anything a child she's begotten.
A voluntary position with demands like no other role,
A mother signs on for, for life to always Love another soul.
I thought I knew what Love is, even Love profound,
Until with motherhood I was blessed and forever crowned.
When I became a mother and a life was trusted in my care,
So much more I understood for it's then I became aware
Of all my Mother's endless Love, multiplied by ten.
As a mother, from a mother, I've learned what Love is time and time again.
Entered in 'Non Romantic Love - Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
2018-04-07
YOU,
eagerly recite
those three words
- little did I know
they would follow me like
rain,
along adventures
- slowly connecting dots
whispering a sweet invite,
making me breathless and weak
YOU,
sensually speak
those three words
- over and over again
" let’s play, Hide and Seek "
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~ A little Scribble ~
I think to myself- “ I have always enjoyed this game. ”
Too little did I worry,
Too little did I know—
I wasn’t sure that you would stay,
But I never thought you’d go.
And isn’t it amazing,
How quickly day turned night?
It seems my eyes are failing,
For I cannot see the light.
O, they say that it is coming,
No farther than the dawn—
But it seems the sun is indisposed,
For it weeps that you are gone.
Some will call it merely rain,
But how are they to know?
Whatever do they know of pain—
Or how I loved you so?
Soft eyes of brown, hair a cascade of curls,
Your smile, a contagion that enraptured the world,
Dispositions like whispers of a wondrous spell,
With a handshake, you wove stories only our hearts could tell.
Fell deep and fast, no escaping your snare,
One touch, one glance, a universe we'd share,
In stolen glances, a secret dance took flight,
A symphony of hearts, hidden from plain sight.
But time played its hand, as years unfurled,
Our paths diverged in this big, wide world,
Said our goodbyes, with dreams to chase,
Destinies calling in their different space
Then a call unexpected, like a forgotten melody's trace,
"I like you," your words whispered across time and space,
In that moment, a chapter revisited, a page turned anew,
My heart's ink bled emotions, vibrant and true.
Four months, you were the canvas of my dreams, Every brushstroke a memory, painted in golden beams,
In your presence, time danced to a secret tune,
Little did I know, it would all end too soon.
September's touch, a fading sunset's gloom,
With splintered hopes I'm crying on my roof, "Boyfriend isn't my norm," your words so cold,
Left me adrift, in memories I hold.
So here I stand basking in the glory of my naivety,
A masterpiece of trust, my own little activity,
Regreting how beautifully my heart danced to your deceiving song,
Now I'm lost in the notes of what went wrong.
Pieces of my heart in my hand,
Punishing myself for not understanding your plan.
I love you more than anything.
You are my friend.
You are my role model.
Even though you are annoying at times,
You are my little sister, and I love you.
You may think I am annoying too,
But always remember I am there for you.
The day you were born,
I don’t quite remember,
but all I know is you are the greatest gift ever.
Little did I know are time would be
Short, but that’s not important.
Your first day of Pre-K was very exciting.
You were so happy to be leaving for school.
Later that month would not be very cool.
That day sucked because I was at school,
Hoping everything would be okay,
But little did I know it wouldn't be so gay.
I walk in your room, not knowing what to say.
I see you in bed, I don’t know what to do.
Mom said you would be okay.
Then you woke up.
I was so relieved but I thought I lost you that day.
Mom and Dad were so very sad.
I remember that day like it was only yesterday.
I still really miss you, but I’m okay.
I know I have another angel in heaven.
But I still wished that day would never have happened.
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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Wandering my maze of memories
In search of yesteryear
The spark she struck within my heart
Still burns in spite of tears
Hand in hand we walked the halls
Young love boldly displayed
The classes we shared
The moments we snared
Our two hearts swept away
That Saturday picnic in the spring
'Neath the canopy of juniper trees
Our first forbidden lovers' touch
No other eyes could see
Innocence lost in a tender embrace
For us there was no doubt
Time stood still the fire burned hot
The breeze could not put out
It must have angered the powers that be
Our love was unrequited
A storm blew in the rain put out
The flame which we'd ignited
Our love was blind
Fate was unkind
A love not meant to be
That memory branded in my mind
How cruel love was to me
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How cruel love was to me
A future I could not see
My heart so tender and true
Would heal but forever be blue
As days turned into years
More dreams would drown in tears
How little did I know, how quick love turns cold
So elusive and hard to hold
Yet over and over again
Sparks would ignite in the wind
Flames would rise and fall
The rains, drenching them all
Each time a lesson was learned
Leave scars from all of the burns
Then fate would intervene
Two hearts would once again dream
I felt the wind in my face
It was time for love's final disgrace
Then all of my love was gone
I was left all on my own
I would not try again
Because love is not my friend
Just spend my time at ease
With my maze of sad memories
by Daniel Turner
You have spun a careful web of lies.
Lying in disguise.
It’s made smooth as silk,
sparkling before my very eyes.
You whispered to me, spoke my name,
enticing me to follow.
Luring me into the silken web.
Its tendrils of soft silk, wrapping around me.
Caressing me into its self.
You wound it tight and warm around me.
Then I could not breathe.
Little did I know there would be no way out.
This web of lies you have woven,
cannot be undone.
GypsyofEssence
Now that I am in my sixties,
I look back on my life like the Sinatra song.
I was working and busy until a few years ago,
but then I fell, and everything went wrong.
When I was in my fifties,
I was in the start of a new career.
It wasn't what I wanted to do,
but at that point, it was the only path that was clear.
When I was in my forties,
Life seemed to be in the pink.
Little did I know,
it would soon all go down the drink.
When I was in my thirties,
my life was on the upswing.
A second love had saved my life,
I had a good job, a beautiful wife, and a new child from the hospital to bring.
When I was in my twenties,
Young and in love like a fool.
Dating and romancing and feeling life,
all while I was putting myself through school.
Way back when I was ten,
The kids on the block...we were always on the run.
Except when I was in school,
Learning the three "R's" from those persistent nuns.
I do not remember much before the age of five.
I did what most kids do I suppose.
Learning about the world one day at a time,
Never realizing how fast time really goes.
So here I am reflecting,
on all those sixty-plus years.
Remembering the growth, the loves, the ambitions,
A life of what could have been, now reduced to tears.
PROMISING YOUNG MAN
Hear the travails of a single mother
Traded her heaven for love
But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran
Now she cries aloud to every woman
Be ware of a promising young man
He promised to move me mountains
He vowed to spring forth like fountains
At my faintest whisper when in need
And called on cupid to strike him stupid
If he is short of a word or letter in his creed
He stands and mopes as though lost in lust
It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust
He calls my left keg wonderful
And the right he christened as powerful
Both together he called beautiful
He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes
That heaven is hid between my very thighs
And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven
He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven
Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven
He said my presence did make him shiver
And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river
If only I would be his all in one miss
He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss
And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss
Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan
Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone
From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven
Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven
He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven
Friends Forever
Little did I know
that so early
you'll leave and go
A friend like you
is so hard to find
yet you left so quickly
leaving me behind
It was not your choice
but God's own will
he took your soul
and made you still
To heaven he called you
indeed a better place
there he'll keep you
with love and grace
From this world you are gone
yet still, in my heart
you will live on,
forever.
Dedicated to my 11 year old friend Shaniece who died on Tuesday in a car accident. You
will always be there in my heart.....*Love Maryam
Cupid spotted me
From quite far away
A round little fellow
Boisterous unfettered sway
Upon his head
A crown of poison oak
A simple dress of
Toga and a cloak
His arrows were
A putrid green
Quite unlike the
Stories and photos I had seen
He fitted an arrow
To his little bow
Set for my direction
But little did I know
I felt it pierce my heart
It knocked me to the ground
Laughter and tears
A truly hapless clown
No love I felt
Remorse and pain
Loss and grief
Nothing to gain
But why had he
Done this?
Where had he gone?
Should I take a pill
To bring me up?
Or simply stay down?
Who do I ask?
Where do I go?
Explain this to my Dr.?
I would say no
Hallucination a majic
Mushroom trick
I truly don't know
I only took a lick
The way his perfectly messy hair
falls upon the back of his head
with his breathtaking smile
that knocks me dead.
He could captivate a crowd
with just his dimples and laugh,
but you couldn't understand
from just a photograph.
He texts me once,
he calls me twice,
always checking up on me,
and always ready with advice.
He acts like he cares,
he asks about my day.
Little did I know
he would eventually send me away.
We'll talk one day,
and we won't the next.
And after two months without talking,
I'll wake up to a text.
"How are you?" he'll say
as if we'd talked the day before.
The inconsistence is painful.
I can't take it anymore.
Mixed signals are tough,
How am I supposed to know
whether you like me or not?
Just tell me so I can go.
I feel like I'm trapped.
But when I try to move on,
he doesn't leave me alone,
it seems like he'll never be gone.
He tells me I'm his "Dream Girl"
but won't show me to his friends
He tells me he wants me
but says I'm a "nine" not a "ten".
It's been four months now,
without a single call or text,
and I guess he has a new girlfriend,
but who knows what will happen next.
Poet Destroyer and theKidster, SillyBilly
were once slamming opponents on this soup of poetry.
I would slam her initially,
then she would slam me (very poorly).
I would always concede eventually
but not because P D truly crushed me.
I was just acting compassionately humanly.
I didn't want to cause her to cry like a little big baby.
I must however give credit to little P D.
She had multiple accounts at this soup of poetry
and one of her multiple personalities
would conspire with me on how to crush P D.
Little did I know I was conversing with she.
Pretty ingenious if you ask me.
I'm getting off track and referring to her kindly.
That's not how a true slam is supposed to be.
*
Dedicated to Linda, aka SKAT, aka Poet Destroyer, aka P D,....
.....who the hell really knows with all of her identities? ?
Best Wishes Always to you from me.
Your retired slamming nemesis,
theKidster, SillyBilly
*
An endless memory we all have, for it has a purpose, a meaning
Questions bloom in our hearts as to why things happen the way they do
The path I walk truly takes me all around, smile and cries, doubts a few
But allow me to answer my question to you, can you hear me speaking?
I can still taste the light, the ugly bright that blinded the eye
I wept, a different place it was, cold and vast in size, and I no longer was alone
Another person held me high it seemed, and across she was my mother, O' joy was in her cry
New feeling came about, I felt weak to all, I no longer felt protected by the a wall of stone
Growing up was even harder, born into a poor family, my luxuries were limited, but I tried
Finding my self as the center of most jokes, I truly did drop my hear out and it cried
All along that road lost I was, with a million questions in mind, yet no one to seek for an answer
My dreams became my escape, the only strength I did have was hope her self all in anger
Life turns just as fast as it begins to walk its path
Little did I know it be I to feel a truly hurtful wrath
I saw many hearts shatter like glass falling on concrete into a thousand bits
Black hearts walk all over, purple they turn as life hits
Period. A new chapter, 21 years old a new me born
writer a poet? Born a servant? Born a writer? Born to write poetry in His service
A new path given to my feet, where it can walk free of pain from a thorn
Dreams follow, hope walks ahead, but my faith holds hands with my heart
A flower awaits, her petals ever so green
Beauty lives in her, astonishing sight, a more beautiful soul I have never seen
I a lost seed, wish to grow along her side as beautiful as she
A new heart, a new vision for darkpoet is dead, on his grave blossoms a purple tulip