Long Childrenme Poems

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To My Little Gifted Angel

Just like a seed
you are small and filled with hope
For you are to grow and feed the world
You are precious and priceless
you are innocent and pure
I know you are the sunshine of your parents
But for me you are the light that has touched my soul
Leaving an imprint of tolerance and love
For me you are a school
And I have gained so much from you
How can this little angle has that impact in my life!
You help me purify my heart
You taught me patience and acceptance
You taught me unconditional love
you increase my faith in God
When I am tired and want to give up
When I look at your smiling face
I regain power
I’m so fond of you
And your joy, despite your young age and suffering
makes me know that life is worth living no matter what happens
And that there is always hope we better thank God for all we have
I know all that happen was meant to be
Just hope that this experience will better my life and make me a better person
Be safe little angel and pray that all this will be soon part of the past
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How Was I To Ever Know?Part 1

How was I to ever know?
That I only believed that I’d truly was in love with you so
Oh how that belief was so real to me
Now I see I was only but a fool to believe
For years you mostly mistreated me
I took you in to my heart, mind, and soul
I brought you into my home
With a slow swiftness you took over control
You took over the role of “daddy” to my little girl
The one with whom you’ve single handedly wrecked her world
You said you loved me
But that was nothing but a lie
You said you wanted to marry me
So many damn times
I couldn’t take it anymore
And I said, to you, goodbye
You were taking her life
And tearing it down
Breaking her so she felt hopeless lying on the ground
You took my little girls innocence
And threw it in her face
Now none of what she has lost can ever be replaced
Although you gave me two other beautiful children
It came with a stiff hefty price
Because your soul is dead
Your heart cold as ice
Not only did you rob her of all that was pure
You made me feel I had to give my son up because he wasn’t yours
You took and pushed away all my family and friends
Your rein of terror just never does seems to end
The mind games you played
Were horrid and sick
You could be loving then snap
And turn into a demonic devil that quick
You lied to me, hit me, and messed with my mind
You tormented, tortured me and cheated on me 
As you laid by my side
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Premium Member A Lesson Learned

Toadstools shouldn’t tower so;
A blade of grass be taller than I.
One raindrop shouldn’t get me soaked;
A ladybug look me in the eye.

Something seems amiss, I say;
This really is an awful surprise -
Either I’ve woken in a land of giants,
Or shrunken one hundredth of my size.

If it were a dream I’m in,
I wouldn’t have felt that pinch.
It seems to me a mile today,
Yesterday was just an inch.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have yelled at Mom
And screamed I wanted to live someplace else;
Perhaps that tantrum I threw last night
Shrunk me down smaller than an elf.

What can I do to regain my size
And have normalcy return?
I would say, I am sorry and hug my Mom
If my family I could rejoin.

Being bad really makes you small;
In many more ways than just one.
I have learned this lesson for myself -
Behaving is much more fun.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Imaginary Zoo - Part 1 of 2

One day I asked my Mommy and Daddy if we could go to the zoo. 

They said, “Sure, we will go to the zoo some day, just not today. Today we are too busy doing other things.”

Then, a few days later I asked them again.

They said, “Of course we can, Dear, some day. But right now we are too busy. Maybe some other day.”

So, a few days later I asked once again, “Mommy, Daddy, can we go to the zoo?”

They said, “Yes, Honey, we can go to the zoo some day, but Mommy and Daddy are too busy to take you there today. Maybe some other day.”

This made me mad.

I stomped my feet. I clinched my hands into fists. I made a very sad face. And, I yelled, “That’s what you always say! You always say some day! Well, when does some day get here!?”

Mommy and Daddy were not happy with my behavior. They told me I was being naughty. They told me I had to sit on the naughty spot.

So, I sat on the naughty spot. 

But, I did not cry. I did not pout. I did not even feel very sad.

Instead, I went to the zoo by myself. I went to my very own Imaginary Zoo.

In some zoos there are soaring eagles. But in my imaginary zoo I saw oaring seagulls. They were in row boats in the middle of the lake.

Some zoos have snapping turtles. But my imaginary zoo had tapping snurtles. Have you ever seen a snurtle in tap shoes before? They were very good.

I have heard that many zoos have funny monkeys. The zoo I went to had money funkies.  One funky gave me a ten dollar bill.

Some regular zoos have laughing hyenas. My imaginary zoo had halfing lyenas. They were chopping wood in half and then saying that they did not do it. I think that was a lie.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

My Lifes Song

I wish sometimes that i could go back in time just so i could rewrite all my wrongs change all 
the things that are now gone change the way i wrote my lifes song siting here now wondering 
how things could go so wrong how could i let this happen is it really all my fault that your 
gone did i not care enough when they handed me that paper did i not think it through did i 
not do everything i had to just to keep you here with me when i signed on that line did i 
throw our lives away was i just to blind to see the truth behind all the lies why couldn't i just 
open up my eyes just enough to realize what they done to us they tore us apart ripped my 
heart right out  left me here sad and alone with this pain that will never go away tears fall 
from my eyes almost everyday i cry just siting here trying to figure out why things had to 
turn 
out like this why it had to be me that is the one who is losing out when the only thing i ever 
wanted was to be there and watch you grow up
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