Short Childhoodme Poems
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Take my hand show me where to move
Pulling your strings feeling so confused
The rubber is hard yet somehow smooth
Teach me please how to tie my shoes
Form:
Memories
Floating in and out of my mind
Memories
Always left in places to find
Memories
Holding me back
Memories
And all that I ask
Is that fade away
Is that they leave me be
Memories
Were never meant for me
Form:
dad am so glad
and not sad
for when i was bad
growing up
pick me up from the dust
tho you fess
to kept me from lust
and all kind
of bad stuff
because you too
my life is set
must say happy father day
my eyes or wet
FATHER YOU ARE THE BEST
Form:
I'm tired and bored,
and nodding off to sleep, I see
my life flashing forwards, me
and her, science and math are
two c's. A hand taps my shoulder
and I jump, and sigh it's my teacher.
She asks whats wrong
and I say I haven't been sleeping
trust me I've tried. These two c's
are haunting me!
Form:
RAIN
written by me at 8 years old around 1945. Printed in Philadelphia Evening Bulletin
To me rain,
Is a pitter patter on the window pain.
"But to me"
One man said,
"It means a nasty cold in the head."
(I guess I just was born a bad poet with a attitude.)
By Miriam McCue writer of bad and even worse poetry.
My special gift from God above.
My miracle, my heart, my Love.
I know He loves me this is true.
For He entrusted me with you.
Nurturing and watching you grow
has taught me so much in this world.
The questions you ask , discoveries you find
goals that you reach makes me proud that your mine.
You are special... one of a kind.
Laughter....Haa! Haa! Hoo! Hee...a Wah...Hoo ho ho--Hehehe!!! Smile
And Silence....
My Two favorite sounds!!
Reminds me of children playing hard and having a good day then drifting off to sleep
at peace in the world...then mom's alone time just me and birds chirping and crickets
serenading me off to sleep. AAHHH!!
For Janette Fisher my inspiration
He stomps down the path!
Oh how I feel his wrath!
He screams at me!
I'm about to pee!
He shoves me down a hole!
Oh how he dances on the telephone pole!
Flirts with every girl he sees!
Please Badaway, don't touch me!
He is the bully of high school!
How he thinks he is soooo cool!
He weighs two o' eight.
Oh how he used me for his manly bait!
I hate him, don't you see!
Why won't anyone listen to me?!?!
Make me thankfull for Paternity
I no longer crave Success
As the One I wish most to Impress
Sadly no longer lives at this Address
Ill meet you on the other side
Provide the wing’s so we both can glide
And Ill show you my Life
If you’ll show me yours
I wont lobby my position
Apologise for my stupid decision
Ill just look you in the eye
So you can separate truth from lie
While you slowly carress the tear's from my Eyes
A life so fragile, placed in your hands,
To mold and teach to understand....
To mold a caring and honest soul,
to teach morals, and to set a goal.
To understand feelings, to accept without change,
to love without judgment,
To be a friend
A live, MY life, placed in your hangs,
to watch me grow, to help me plan.
To know one day you must set me free
to live the life I choose for ME.
(written approx. 1983, for Soni.)
Everyday I wait for my dad to come home,
while he leaves me in the empty house alone,
he kissd me on my cheek,said "I won't be back for a while, hey don't look at me like that
sweety give me a smile, he put on his hat an marched away, as I stood by the door and
whispered please be ok, hoping his journey isn't long, I really don't know how long he'll be
gone, he is my father and always apart of my world, this is the poem writen from daddy's lil
gurl
Staring at me through his cage, wide round eyes,
Watching me as I remove my skates
Clutching a gleaming stick tightly in two new gloved hands
Their newness unyielding to his grip
Standing erect on shiny steel blades
Waiting for his father to dress
Velcroed warrior, encased in plastic and foam
As he stands there, silently, patiently, I wonder,
Does he realize, can he know
That he is about to join the fraternity
Of little boys of every age
Who play and love the Game