War Mom Poems

Just the very thought of him, like an artist’s stroke of his
Paintbrush, sealed a promise of a lifetime of tomorrows.
I finally had found myself and,...

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   My father, a WW2 vet
   My mother too
     On Veterans Day they first met

  ...

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Future Dreams

The hot water in the teapot
is boiling and the kettle whistling loudly. 
It seems to have gotten hot, very quickly, 
as if time was...

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End Times

When good men 
see bad things happen, 
and do nothing 
but watch... 
The world is set... 
on the road, 
directly to destruction.

Hope is put...

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The customs men shake their heads
and watch the women enter Mexico.
Three with skirts, white socks,
one with jeans 
and proper blouse.
Seventeen, eighteen
just out of Concord Academy
in...

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Baby Mine

I found today that I am not alone. 
The Lord has given me a great gift. 
There is life inside my body. 
I can...

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The Map

On the table... there is a folded paper. 
When carefully opened and displayed, 
it shows places to go and to be... 

Why would anyone...

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A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn
wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for  
...

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Just One Of Those Things
David J Walker

The boxes of wide mouth Mason Jars 
Still stood stacked in the back of the
Garage in neat racks of...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this...

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On an early morning just before school
My tummy is churning my head hurts too
My feet are cold my forehead is hot
I have a runny nose...

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Welcome home the family has missed you                        Dad come down now    ...

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She rose from the table moving slowly to the sink. This was not her favorite time, too much time to think.  Her body moved...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a...

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Perennial grace belongs to my mother
Stunned to look at her charm shower
Evergreen pose has stories plentiful
Of kid, war and life blissful
Lotus gives its glorious presence
Rosy...

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