Best Parental Poems
Children raised with discipline
Parents spanked and praised
Summa Cum Laude
Have you ever seen a mother?
Watch her child suffer
Requesting mercy as she kneels
Trying to understand higher power's deals
Three hours later her child comes to peace
When the child is taken and declared deceased
A strong surge can be felt in her body
Hearing the words, “you were a good mommy”
It was spirituality that came into her soul
During a time when attitudes were so cold
Have you ever seen a mother?
Watch her child suffer
Giving birth was a happy time
Cuddling the creation proclaiming, “It is mine”
But trouble soon brewed
Everything was not innocent and new
Her child was different from the others
But still she was the child’s mother
Staying vigilant was the missionary duty
Hoping the best for what she called her beauty
Have you ever seen a mother?
Tend to her child when they suffer
It brings out a loving bond
That has a quiet calm
Answers do come
And internal battles are won
Since the two are not done
Whatever the plight
Pick up this granted strength giving for the fight
And use all its might
When searching for a special light
Then in the end
The truth will defend
A mother who watched her child suffer
Asking in prayer ‘should I have another?’
If you desire wealth
Go and make some money
Don't let yourself be poor
If you desire peace
Become a diplomat
Don't let yourself fight
If you desire love
Make yourself loveable
Don't let yourself hate
If you desire wisdom
Go and experience life
Don't let yourself be ignorant
If you desire healing
Get some pills from the doctor
Don't let yourself listen to Rumi
26th November 2016
"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
- Jalaluddin Rumi
(Entry to "Respond to Rumi" contest)
Perfect in every way
Affection that has no evaluation
Rare love that is held by fathers every day
Eternity with my children, no need for salvation
Nothing said to disarm me or inhibit my say
Trust so strong, even if let down with an abrasion
Attribute to my life, from the time they set you to weigh
Lost times made up, for there will always be an occasion
Loving my Babies, my life further down the list
Optimistic knowledge you will always make me proud
Virtue, with out a uncertainty. Embracing the times missed
Execution of my duty. Nothing to big, for that I vowed.
Amazing Boy, cutely dressed. Endearingly funny Girl, hosting intently juice. Kind-hearted,
loving mother. Nothing obscures parental questions, regarding seriously tired underage
Villains wanting X-Men….Yawning!!!!!……..Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
* For A Rambling Poets Contest.
"Parental Love"
Eyes newly opened, and who do I see?
My guardian angel, looking at me.
To know my desires, now that fact is key.
Loving me affectionately it’s free.
Love, do you have it in your possession?
Give it eagerly at your discretion,
Lest you lead me to a hard rejection.
Little babe needs it for true progression.
Lead by example it's often been said.
Reciprocal love now go right ahead.
Heed my needs, my cries, my longings and dread.
The love, the hugs, the kisses crave the spread.
I loved you beyond the night
my heart stopped, ushering you forth
I loved you with every fiber of my being
leaving to be bread winner
I loved you with such closeness
you were fledgling beneath my arm pit
I, who loved you in pain and heartache
refused to give you up
Because I loved the way you stood
awakening life in me when I fell
I loved you, though I was green with youth
in my veins; the iris of mine eyes as small as my pupils
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I love you little one
more than mummy can say
so why my baby child
do you often make me pay?
You're so pure and tiny
yet so loud and smelly too
all these years i never knew
all the different colours of pooh
I carried you for so long
I helped you grow and birth
I've bought you lovely things
and you'll never know the worth
I rise up at silly hour
before the birds awake
just to feed my angel
so why scream for goodness sake?
You may be a tiny baby
yet your voice can be so loud
you can't even speak yet
but I hear your voice above the crowd
Your pitch cuts through my soul
your smell can be so rank
the postman thought yesterday
we'd a leaky septic tank
When you're asleep
You're so beautiful and calm
I keep everybody quiet
so you'll sleep and do no harm
I love you my baby
but please consider me
I can't handle more screaming
and all the copious amounts of wee
I'll do whatever I have too
to keep you warm and happy
but please my darling baby
don't again fill your nappy
It feels like the 100th time
you seem to think it's a game
I've bought so many nappies
there's only you to blame
Please sleep my child sleep
for as long as possible please
don't make a noise or whimper
mummy's down on her knees
I need sleep too my child
I want to use the loo
and a long, hot bubble bath
would just be ecstasy too
Think of mummy darling
I know it's hard for you
but please my angel please
let me go to the loo.
A gaping wound oozes within,
the soul of those despised by kin.
The very ones who gave them birth
treated them as without worth.
Whether it is covert or overt
Rejection causes deep soul hurt.
The child who lacks a parent’s love
Feels a hurt that’s hard to get rid of.
Parents who their offspring reject,
were themselves by rejection wrecked.
They could not give that which they lacked,
Against their soul, the odds were stacked.
Feelings of rejection are repressed
until they can safely be expressed.
The rejected devise ways to cope,
which covers a very wide scope.
Some daydream about having sex,
Because rejection pain makes them vex.
Others from social contact withdraw,
So, they can hide their perceived flaw.
Rejection damages self-esteem
and the blow to self-worth is extreme.
This leads the rejected to self-hate
and causes many to refuse to date.
The rejected experience deep fear
So, they keep others from coming near.
They desire their true self to hide,
and maintain a modicum of pride.
Some rejected have feelings of guilt,
which to them seems to be inbuilt.
They cannot detect the exact source,
But that does not lessen the guilt’s force.
Many of those who were rejected,
complain of feeling so dejected.
Their world is covered with a dull gray,
As on their souls, self-pity weighs.
Jesus, God’s son a human became.
Upon a cross, He suffered shame.
Despised and rejected was He,
So, rejected souls to Him can flee.
Come unto me you rejected soul.
I want to heal and make you whole.
I know you are hurt and feel your pain,
It is for you my son was slain.
A sprinkle of bliss
An ember of light
Fulfilling a list
For one single night
A dash of magic
We stretch ourselves thin
Really, it’s tragic
The debt, we get in
The standards are high
Great expectations
Fantastical lie
Excitement, chasing
Pursuing a joy
A fleeting delight
So each girl and boy
Gets more than a bite
The come down is real
Reality hits
Perhaps you fulfilled
Their every last wish
It’s been done before
No surprise, really.
They know what’s in store
Aren’t we so silly
Our parental pride
Made rotten spawn
By lists, we abide
We’re zombies, come dawn
Mere moments are all
We get to enjoy
As their tiny claws
Rip through to each toy
They begged and pleaded
Alas, they’ve received
Tired and depleted
But now we can breathe
since i'm not afraid of anything ~ could that mean i’ve nothing to fear
said the cub to his mother who replied ~ oh sure son its why i'm here
today daddy told me we’ve no conscience ~ i thought it was insincere
remember son if a young gun takes him out ~ you too shall disappear
what about you mum ~ i become estrous and get taken from the rear
By
David Kavanagh
When a new pretender takes over or defeats
the alpha male of a pride, he usually kills all
his cubs too, one might think the lionesses would
hate him, but they immediately become
estrous and submit themselves to their new
master, and the cycle begins all over again
I made a nurturing nest for them to grow up secure
Kept it warm in the days of frost and chill of winter
No blasting blizzard could ever blow them away
For I kept them in the protected fold of my wings.
They attained the adulthood with my love and care
As father I guided them to face life in their chosen way
Imbibed in them the passion to foster kindness in soul
The process built the edifice of parental performance.
The effort lasted till the time when they all flew away
Turning the threads of bond into strands of memory
I keep the few feathers they left for me as a treasure
In residual time I weave tapestry of accomplishment.
A forlorn traveler traversing the last mile in twilight
Look back pensively at the deserted nest in debris
But I’m proud that they’re what I wanted them to be
Content birds of free will soaring high in another sky.
__________________
May 20, 2022
Contest : The Greatest Performance Of My Life
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
In the bond between my father and me,
Best friends we stand, understanding silently.
He, aware of my literary love,
My passion for technology, soaring above.
A laptop, my haven, where life's stories unfold,
In its glow, my narrative, bright and bold.
My mother, my ally, ever steadfast,
Knows me more than my father, unsurpassed.
Her counsel echoes from the first time I roamed,
"Be good, kind, humble, in a world unadorned.
Respect all, judge none, hold these virtues close,
Yet, expect not the same from those life chose."
Daily I live by her sage advice,
In her eyes, a son, virtuous and nice.
Yet, my father, perceiving me as frail,
Brands me a coward, a judgment set to assail.
At home, discord in the echoes of attire,
My father insists on a responsible attire.
T-shirts and jeans, expressions of self,
A battleground where opinions delve.
Outside the family, shielded from critique,
Yet within, my choices, a topic oblique.
Love, a subject my father deems premature,
"Wait for the right time, the right allure."
Blessed, I am, with a father's wise decree,
A protector, a guide, shaping destiny.
He dreams of bearing my burdens, heavy and light,
A general leading, urging me to the fight.
A call home, my mother's voice I hear,
Conversations free, void of fear.
Money's scarcity, a topic we discuss,
Life's gift, she says, more valuable than us.
Agreeing casually, her sentiment I share,
Cherishing life, beyond worldly affair.
Then my father speaks, a different tone,
"Money's not vital, but too much is known.
Reflect, son, on wealth's pivotal part,
In its excess, lies life's true art."
He, an advocate for abundance,
Never settling for less, a life of substance.
Lucky, indeed, with both by my side,
Parents' gift, a treasure, in joy and stride.
Each day, I hold their presence dear,
A testament to love, unwavering and clear.
Date: 6 April 2021
Contest: Writing Prompt - Cherish - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
~Placed Third
Right now I feel depressed
I thought I had all my old
awful memories repressed
but with a swift kick, and a scowl
all plus more have regressed
I keep losing my baby girl
over and over and over again
my head is in a swirl
getting up out of bed, ha
not even my finger can I twirl
bright happy thoughts turn black
the nightmares become real
tired of being the one who is attacked
I haven't done anything wrong
why do I keep coming back
little they believe how I love my child
for when she changes her mood
she pushes me until I too am riled
she is angry I left, and can’t be there
so she demands everyone my exile
she lashed out with a sharp tongue
she doesn't understand her hate
am I all who know she is young
because we argued in public
everyone now wants me strung
being without her hurts more than life
I have struggled for years
tossing and turning every night
desperate that I can't be a mother
to show the world how this isn’t right
I know suicide is not an answer
from all the abuse I endured
leaving him meant chancing her
who fooled us all being two-faced
his bullets at my feet, I'm but a dancer
patience is my only avenue
waiting out this hellish nightmare
and everything they put me through
still I tell her on a constant basis
Here I stay to wait for you
-FrankiiFame
PARENTAL LOVE SHOULD BE A REFLECTION
OF JESUS’ LOVE FOR US
THEY SHOULD GET THEIR TEENAGERS READY
TO DRIVE CARS, RIDE TRAINS, AND TAKE THE BUS.
JESUS DIDN’T BEAT US FOR LITTLE THINGS
OR TO GET OUR ATTENTION
HE NEVER CURSED OR YELLED AT US
OR FORCED US INTO SUBMISSION
ALL CHILD ABUSERS SAY SAPRE THE ROD, SPOIL THE CHILD
BUT NOT ALL SPOILED CHILDREN ARE BRATS, SOME ARE SWEET, MEEK AND MILD.
JESUS DIED FOR ALL OF US AND WOULD KILL FOR US AS WELL
BUT MANY PARENTS CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT THEIR THINGS TO ALLOW THEIR KIDS TO
BRING THEM FOR SHOW AND TELL.
MANY KIDS ASK FOR CLOTHES, MONEY, TOYS, AND SPECIAL MEALS
BUT MANY KIDS CAN LEARN TO BE SELFLESSNESS IF THEY ARE TAUGHT GOOD WILL
CHILDREN NEED EMOTIONAL SHELTER IN ADDTION TO A ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS
IN ADDITION TO PHYSICAL NEEDS, KIDS LIKE BEING TUCKED IN BED
KIDS LIKE BEING TOLD THEIR SPECIAL AND THAT THEIR A GOOD BOY OR GOOD GIRL
THEY NEED TO KNOW THAT TO YOU THEY MEAN THE WORLD.
There are three basics an infant needs
if she is to be expected to thrive.
Not surprisingly, one is good nourishment.
It is also a necessity that she have shelter.
One may think the third not so important
but we now know that another basic is love.
Orphanages recruited volunteers to show if love
was part of a baby's three basic needs,
if love was truly immensely important
and its lack the reason she doesn't thrive,
even when provided with adequate shelter
as well as good nourishment.
Mother's milk gave her baby nourishment
and she instinctively gave her tender love,
when our ancestors lived in caves for shelter.
These ancient parents knew her needs
and how to make her grow and thrive;
that love, nourishment and shelter were all important.
Who can say which is the most important?
A good diet for her nourishment?
That will surely help her flourish and thrive.
She must also have guidance and love.
Parents must provide all of her needs.
Until age eighteen, they must provide shelter.
Only the most delicate of plants must have shelter.
Enough water and sun is important.
People are not plants with simple needs,
who only want soil and additives for nourishment.
Some gardeners even give their plants love
and will tell you that it helps them to thrive.
It would be wonderful if the whole world could thrive
and everyone could have adequate shelter.
No one should survive without love.
It is intangible but it is important
as is insuring everyone rich nourishment
in meeting the wide world's needs.
For a child to thrive, three things are important,
necessary shelter and good nourishment
served with selfless love. These are her basic needs
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