nikkimoe
Poem Published
Today 8:55am
Today 8:55am
From Afar
Feeling like a dirty orphan
from a Dickens novel
watching a family gather
through a steamy window,
in my mind I say
"Please, sir can you spare
a few crumbs"
it's not about the food
but all that love.
from a Dickens novel
watching a family gather
through a steamy window,
in my mind I say
"Please, sir can you spare
a few crumbs"
it's not about the food
but all that love.
#family
#FeelingLost
24 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:49am
Yesterday 6:49am
To Sara
I can still picture her as a little girl
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
#love
#sister
#marriage #family
#marriage #family
24 reads
3 Comments
solanaceae
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 6:45pm
27th Sep 2020 6:45pm
The Wren (Visual)
Visual Poem for The Wren
#love
#grief
#family #death
#family #death
27 reads
3 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 6:47am
27th Sep 2020 6:47am
Like My Daddy Did
Pour my gravy over my eggs like my Daddy did
As long as I got biscuits to sop them up with
Memories of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Every once in awhile, I'll make a sheepish grin
And I'll laugh to myself that I'm turning into him
Visions of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Chorus:
My Daddy was a good man
But he wasn't perfect in any way
Sometimes I'd get so mad at him
I'd have trouble thinking straight
Still being reminded of a good man
In traits I...
As long as I got biscuits to sop them up with
Memories of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Every once in awhile, I'll make a sheepish grin
And I'll laugh to myself that I'm turning into him
Visions of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Chorus:
My Daddy was a good man
But he wasn't perfect in any way
Sometimes I'd get so mad at him
I'd have trouble thinking straight
Still being reminded of a good man
In traits I...
#father
#family
#memories
28 reads
0 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 7:39pm
26th Sep 2020 7:39pm
Death of Two Grandmothers
I lost both of my
grandmothers a day
apart of each other
My grandmother on
my mothe's side
died on 12-31-18
made a little bit
sad but she always
told us to celebrate
life I also lost my
grandma on my father's side
on 1-1-19 in Mexico
she was a Battle Ax
No disrespect so
RIP to both you
Enjoy Eternal Rest
grandmothers a day
apart of each other
My grandmother on
my mothe's side
died on 12-31-18
made a little bit
sad but she always
told us to celebrate
life I also lost my
grandma on my father's side
on 1-1-19 in Mexico
she was a Battle Ax
No disrespect so
RIP to both you
Enjoy Eternal Rest
#family
#death
#heaven
#hell
#emotional
21 reads
25 Comments
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 5:46pm
26th Sep 2020 5:46pm
Cockroaches
I find certain people to be have similarities to small insect pests, such as the common house hold nuisances like cockroaches.
They may be small, insignificant even to larger more damaging vermin like rats to perishable goods in ones home. And the overall longevity to ones health more than different possibly life threatening disease ridden vermin.
But if you leave cockroaches unchecked for too long, they fester to larger groups. Procreate more tiny disease ridden creatures. I suppose in some cases, quantity can be even worse than quality.
They eat away at...
They may be small, insignificant even to larger more damaging vermin like rats to perishable goods in ones home. And the overall longevity to ones health more than different possibly life threatening disease ridden vermin.
But if you leave cockroaches unchecked for too long, they fester to larger groups. Procreate more tiny disease ridden creatures. I suppose in some cases, quantity can be even worse than quality.
They eat away at...
#regret
#family
#evil
#scary
#suffering
29 reads
TimWombles
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 7:46am
26th Sep 2020 7:46am
So Far Apart
I've lost most of my friends and family
Because we just can't seem to agree
They argued against what I felt was right
I can't understand what their values could be
My parents taught me right from wrong
I assume theirs did too
How can we be so far apart
A chasm you could drive a truck through
Chorus:
Both sides thinking they're right
One sides gotta be wrong
I'll take the one who lies the least
After all I wrote this song
What you believe all depends on what
Channel you watch on TV
Whether you...
Because we just can't seem to agree
They argued against what I felt was right
I can't understand what their values could be
My parents taught me right from wrong
I assume theirs did too
How can we be so far apart
A chasm you could drive a truck through
Chorus:
Both sides thinking they're right
One sides gotta be wrong
I'll take the one who lies the least
After all I wrote this song
What you believe all depends on what
Channel you watch on TV
Whether you...
#family
#corruption
#politics
28 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 6:51pm
24th Sep 2020 6:51pm
Perspective
There are never adequate words
to describe the loss of a child—
that is what you must realize
when extending sympathies
Each child is individual, unique
in their own respective existence;
there is an emptiness regardless
of how many siblings remain
Things not to say to a mother
grieving the death of her child:
"At least you have more children"
"At least you have the other twin"
"Did he just die, or commit suicide?"
"At least you had years with him;
some lose them at birth, ...
to describe the loss of a child—
that is what you must realize
when extending sympathies
Each child is individual, unique
in their own respective existence;
there is an emptiness regardless
of how many siblings remain
Things not to say to a mother
grieving the death of her child:
"At least you have more children"
"At least you have the other twin"
"Did he just die, or commit suicide?"
"At least you had years with him;
some lose them at birth, ...
#grief
#mother
#children
#family
#death
176 reads
61 Comments
HoneyLove
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 9:20pm
23rd Sep 2020 9:20pm
Rocky's Tale
Rocky, the Rock
or Rocky Balboa
His mom was a street dog
His dad, got to know her
One of ten cute puppies
Please give him a home
That chubby one sleeping
Let's throw him a bone
Ridgeback cross Pitbull
He grew like a weed
So off to dog training
Because of his breed
He sits, stays and rolls
He's a hunter of birds
The best alarm system
That you've ever heard
A friend that's forever
He's part of the family
So you better behave
Because Rocky loves me
or Rocky Balboa
His mom was a street dog
His dad, got to know her
One of ten cute puppies
Please give him a home
That chubby one sleeping
Let's throw him a bone
Ridgeback cross Pitbull
He grew like a weed
So off to dog training
Because of his breed
He sits, stays and rolls
He's a hunter of birds
The best alarm system
That you've ever heard
A friend that's forever
He's part of the family
So you better behave
Because Rocky loves me
#love
#family
#dogs
28 reads
4 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:39am
22nd Sep 2020 6:39am
Broken dream
Broken road
Winding up
Memory heavy loaded
Dust settling on a stony track
Turning and winding me back
Clear blue, glint of sea
The bay full of islands
Seen from mountains of green
Monkey apple trees
The dip and the rise
Long driveway shady
Following cicada cries
Tank stand, concrete block walls
Corrugated iron roof, tiled floors
Cool veranda covered with wisteria
Wood burning stove from another era
Camelia bushes heavy with dew
Agaves, roses and palm fronds
Smell of smoke from the steel flue ...
Winding up
Memory heavy loaded
Dust settling on a stony track
Turning and winding me back
Clear blue, glint of sea
The bay full of islands
Seen from mountains of green
Monkey apple trees
The dip and the rise
Long driveway shady
Following cicada cries
Tank stand, concrete block walls
Corrugated iron roof, tiled floors
Cool veranda covered with wisteria
Wood burning stove from another era
Camelia bushes heavy with dew
Agaves, roses and palm fronds
Smell of smoke from the steel flue ...
#childhood
#family
#dreams
#home
#nature
19 reads
0 Comments
Seemtress
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 5:11am
22nd Sep 2020 5:11am
Linked
A sense
A feeling
A checking in on a friend
It's in these moments I realise
connection has no end
A message
A voice
A gentle caring nature
She feels so deeply
Far deeper than many
Family moments and history
Past and present alike
Tonal changes mid message
There's a shift I do not like
The one she needed support from
Has failed her some way
Pain comes through quite sharp
Something's deep here at play
Rejection
Reflection
The pain and...
A feeling
A checking in on a friend
It's in these moments I realise
connection has no end
A message
A voice
A gentle caring nature
She feels so deeply
Far deeper than many
Family moments and history
Past and present alike
Tonal changes mid message
There's a shift I do not like
The one she needed support from
Has failed her some way
Pain comes through quite sharp
Something's deep here at play
Rejection
Reflection
The pain and...
#kindness
#family
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
55 reads
6 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 6:44am
21st Sep 2020 6:44am
Synesthetica, Part V (Sapor)
v. sapor (taste)
ordering
fancy cappuccino
just to treat
my ears
to the gurgle-hiss
explosion
of frothing milk;
the first sip
of steamy bliss
carrying itself
into my throat,
dragging me
backwards, into
your waiting arms -
the last place
I felt safe
(memory)
the first kiss
anticipation,
an exquisitely effective
form of torture;
your eyes
searching,
asking every question
I’m eager to answer;
the taste
of you -
blooming...
ordering
fancy cappuccino
just to treat
my ears
to the gurgle-hiss
explosion
of frothing milk;
the first sip
of steamy bliss
carrying itself
into my throat,
dragging me
backwards, into
your waiting arms -
the last place
I felt safe
(memory)
the first kiss
anticipation,
an exquisitely effective
form of torture;
your eyes
searching,
asking every question
I’m eager to answer;
the taste
of you -
blooming...
#love
#family
#memories
#SelfReflection
#sensual
50 reads
10 Comments
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