Family. Poems - Poems about Family.

he sits on a swing and mourn 'what could've been' a little child inside a devil like him longs for a home is it that he wish to run or return to same old place he will forever be lost in the woods, searching for the end his body turning cold and sweat running down the skin heart on its...

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his wings were chopped at an early age he was just learning to stand up and live his life the cricket grounds are still lively without him but his ghost still lingers around watching everyone what could've been, what he would've been they all haunt him in middle of the night what he has become now is the result of ignorance- someone...

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He's an old man now, it's strange but it's true, he'll be sixty six this year, when the Winter is new, All I can say, is Wow, how time flies I remember when he was a spry 35, and wonder "Where did the time go" when I see the age in his eyes ...

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a ghost of a child at the playground swinging on a swing laughing and having fun a ghost of a child at the playground swinging on a swing he was never found at local cemetery priests went out in search exorcists did their performance but the child was swinging on a swing...

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Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going; She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing. Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously; Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously! They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls! As magenta...

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I’m thinking of a person Who is strong and resilient. Big in personality but size is small. When mad, they turn a green pigment. All is lost when anger worsens. Tantrums raging, escalating. Tired now, limbs in a sprawl. I’m talking about toddler phasing, A daily battle of exertion....

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(A country song to my hubby…read this with a Loretta Lynn voice) Verse one: Well, my man is the kind who likes to unwind with a BudLight and western shows. He watches them over and over and over till I think my head’ll explode! A ballcap is all that he will wear on his head, except when it rains...

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As we approach the celebration of our country's founding, one could view the glass as half empty Or half full. Or one could complain about how far we have yet to go as a nation; Or be divided over injustices and inconsistencies. We could divide ourselves even more into Red and Blue states; Or we could become more blended, truly the...

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She started crying in the middle of rages— not the soft kind, but sharp, like she’d cut herself on something I couldn’t see. She slammed drawers. Shouted at a spoon. Broke a plate and sobbed as if the world had cracked with it. Before she left, my mother filled the kitchen with notes written on paper towels— taped to the cupboards, the countertops, the fridge. I couldn’t read, but...

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Water describes a stranger while blood describes a family member This statement has been around for as long as i can remember When it comes to different situations why is this statement used When the truth is when you're in need of help your family has refused Family isn't the the blood it used to be because its been...

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he hid himself in the closet whenever he heard the footsteps in the hall and when that man was in the room he would stare through the open cracks he knew it at the age when others were in playgrounds the fear of a man who called himself his father but nothing like one and only a tyrant a monster who bullied...

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he locked the door of his room closing all entrances, even the windows to stop the monster in his dreams roaming in hall from coming in, he locked the door of his room placed a chair and sat under the table the sound of footsteps was getting loud he just sat there talking to his toys he locked the door of his room he...

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Midnight prayers, don't work. Yesterday's lies Made happiness cry. Today without that mistake, some of us wouldn't be here today. Thats life ...

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she was too innocent to understand anything too small to differ between love and pain so she learned to express what she felt she would lock herself in room with her dolls and take out crayons and began to draw a mother, a child and a man with big hands...

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sitting on the dinner table where instead of food, he was served cold silence turned into words that hurt sitting on the dinner table he was served disappointment from others who questioned his existence sitting on the dinner table his father made a loud thump on the table spewed out his hate he always keep close...

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