JaniceRain
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:28pm
Yesterday 9:28pm
Today...
Today I will PLAY...
because playing with loved ones forms strong bonds.
Today I will HEAR laughter...
as my family plays together.
Today I will relax in the CALMness...
for nothing exist outside my family.
Today I will experience just TODAY...
as tomorrow has enough to experience of it's own, and yesterday can not be changed.
Today I will LOVE and be LOVED...
as I share this day with the ones my Creator has blessed my life with.
Today I will soak up PEACE...
for my loving Creator has it ALL under control. ...
because playing with loved ones forms strong bonds.
Today I will HEAR laughter...
as my family plays together.
Today I will relax in the CALMness...
for nothing exist outside my family.
Today I will experience just TODAY...
as tomorrow has enough to experience of it's own, and yesterday can not be changed.
Today I will LOVE and be LOVED...
as I share this day with the ones my Creator has blessed my life with.
Today I will soak up PEACE...
for my loving Creator has it ALL under control. ...
#happiness
#love
#family #gratitude
#family #gratitude
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:42pm
Yesterday 3:42pm
Remain
They say blunt force trauma,
mean it in the physical way,
something that stains, fractures the bones of you -
quite the way I do and you do to each other
inside the head.
They lay these terms down, only focusing on the flesh of us, the blood and pumping puss of us,
as if your head was hit by hammer
or windowscreen glass
but it wasn't when
your father webbed his fingers about your door
as if a widow come to lunching on the plump mind of a nine
year old, and it wasn't when the shards of that stuck out of you as Frankenstein bits ...
mean it in the physical way,
something that stains, fractures the bones of you -
quite the way I do and you do to each other
inside the head.
They lay these terms down, only focusing on the flesh of us, the blood and pumping puss of us,
as if your head was hit by hammer
or windowscreen glass
but it wasn't when
your father webbed his fingers about your door
as if a widow come to lunching on the plump mind of a nine
year old, and it wasn't when the shards of that stuck out of you as Frankenstein bits ...
#mother
#childhood
#family
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1 Comment
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 3:15pm
5th Apr 2020 3:15pm
Meant To Be
You didn't want to be together and shouldn't have stayed for me
You never loved him
You never cared about her goals
There's something wrong here
It's been that way for years
And I have always known that you were never meant to be
You never loved him
You never cared about her goals
There's something wrong here
It's been that way for years
And I have always known that you were never meant to be
#heartbroken
#family
#separation
15 reads
2 Comments
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 4:54am
5th Apr 2020 4:54am
mom tells me about ghosts and teaches me backgammon
The drizzle drowned the silence
that had been suffocating the day
and the night tucked the suburb
into a bed of deep gray
and I came outside
where she was smoking,
chilling,
worried like the whole world
but solid as the patio,
shining on and on,
burning bush to me -
a miracle
holding me close
She asked me what was wrong.
Still calm.
And I spoke through a gentle weep
harmonizing with the tired rain -
and she listened like God
made me believe, though,
that...
that had been suffocating the day
and the night tucked the suburb
into a bed of deep gray
and I came outside
where she was smoking,
chilling,
worried like the whole world
but solid as the patio,
shining on and on,
burning bush to me -
a miracle
holding me close
She asked me what was wrong.
Still calm.
And I spoke through a gentle weep
harmonizing with the tired rain -
and she listened like God
made me believe, though,
that...
#mother
#parent
#family
23 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 10:33pm
3rd Apr 2020 10:33pm
Notes From The Home Office
Finally a corner office
to be honest, a laundry room as well
three windows opened wide
one facing South, two West
lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one
blown by cool Spring breeze
traversing tween adjacent windows
sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves
what makes the wind chimes sing
evoking Taoist spiritual serenity
happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard
Monarchs they seem
perhaps that Monarch impostor
the similarly royal...
to be honest, a laundry room as well
three windows opened wide
one facing South, two West
lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one
blown by cool Spring breeze
traversing tween adjacent windows
sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves
what makes the wind chimes sing
evoking Taoist spiritual serenity
happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard
Monarchs they seem
perhaps that Monarch impostor
the similarly royal...
#love
#family
#nature
#humankind
#suffering
35 reads
8 Comments
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 5:46am
3rd Apr 2020 5:46am
big brother
I remember when we smoked together.
You had me waiting up
on Tuesday nights,
hurrying through calc homework
and taking my time
on, say, a perfect night
with sashimi and black coffee
hanging around the sleeping house
in hopes to hear your
"Come outside."
When I think of the good times
I have a pile of them,
like hot clean laundry,
like all of us, dogs to Dad, on the bed;
old songbooks bloated on adolescence - junk food,
things scarfed down;
and, big brother,
tobacco guts ...
You had me waiting up
on Tuesday nights,
hurrying through calc homework
and taking my time
on, say, a perfect night
with sashimi and black coffee
hanging around the sleeping house
in hopes to hear your
"Come outside."
When I think of the good times
I have a pile of them,
like hot clean laundry,
like all of us, dogs to Dad, on the bed;
old songbooks bloated on adolescence - junk food,
things scarfed down;
and, big brother,
tobacco guts ...
#loneliness
#brother
#family #marijuana
#family #marijuana
46 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
31st Mar 2020 9:24pm
31st Mar 2020 9:24pm
A Trip To The Peak District (Northern England, UK)
Mid October, longer nights and shorter days. The moon is three quarters full, illuminating country paths and stiles and the rugged outline of crags and vales.
We reach the village after dark, finding the solitary cottage by a lane tucked in between a farm and a field, a grit stone cottage that backs straight onto the lane.
The air around us is rich with the smell of the night and the damp and the scent of mud and trodden upon grass.
Grabbing a torch from the boot of the car, I sprint across the field to the farm to collect the keys as arranged, and return to...
We reach the village after dark, finding the solitary cottage by a lane tucked in between a farm and a field, a grit stone cottage that backs straight onto the lane.
The air around us is rich with the smell of the night and the damp and the scent of mud and trodden upon grass.
Grabbing a torch from the boot of the car, I sprint across the field to the farm to collect the keys as arranged, and return to...
#family
#silence
#nature
36 reads
6 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 8:55pm
29th Mar 2020 8:55pm
Echoes
Your silence speaks to me
The echo of this memory
In love God formed your legacy
I only pray I honor you
In who I choose to be
Fade-less your example
Your fingerprints in my mind
Unseen for a moment of darkness
Eyes bound to this world are blind
Faith is our gateway to reunite
I cannot wait till I see you again
When time expires we outlive the fight
And find true peace in the end
Free from this age passing away
Death in the hands of God finds you alive
As you rise with the true light of day
The...
The echo of this memory
In love God formed your legacy
I only pray I honor you
In who I choose to be
Fade-less your example
Your fingerprints in my mind
Unseen for a moment of darkness
Eyes bound to this world are blind
Faith is our gateway to reunite
I cannot wait till I see you again
When time expires we outlive the fight
And find true peace in the end
Free from this age passing away
Death in the hands of God finds you alive
As you rise with the true light of day
The...
#love
#family
#death
#memories
#memorial
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Valeriya
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 00:10am
25th Mar 2020 00:10am
Grandfathers Chair
A well-marked path scarred the
rich soil leading from the asphalt to the forested trail where grandfather's leather boots blazed the way, through golden aged pines.
Evergreen needles lay over a backlog
of dregs drawn together, forming folds along the water's edge.
The creek babble's along its wayward course, stopping briefly where herbs grow in bunches and stools of mushrooms provide a resting place
for your imagination.
Light from above co-mingles with
shade bringing warmth to vines
that hang from old oaks the striking beauty embellished...
rich soil leading from the asphalt to the forested trail where grandfather's leather boots blazed the way, through golden aged pines.
Evergreen needles lay over a backlog
of dregs drawn together, forming folds along the water's edge.
The creek babble's along its wayward course, stopping briefly where herbs grow in bunches and stools of mushrooms provide a resting place
for your imagination.
Light from above co-mingles with
shade bringing warmth to vines
that hang from old oaks the striking beauty embellished...
#family
#countryside
#memories
55 reads
4 Comments
NBathory
Natalia
Natalia
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 9:54pm
23rd Mar 2020 9:54pm
No men (A sad world)
Today the world changed
All the men have disappeared
Some will say how much better life can be
That there will be peace on earth
But I say how much worse?
And there can be no measure of the damage
I know the darkness would only grow
With society and family further ruined
So I will write these lines to you
You are a father, a son, a brother, a soldier
A best friend, a lover, a treasure
You make me cry and laugh
My dream and my...
All the men have disappeared
Some will say how much better life can be
That there will be peace on earth
But I say how much worse?
And there can be no measure of the damage
I know the darkness would only grow
With society and family further ruined
So I will write these lines to you
You are a father, a son, a brother, a soldier
A best friend, a lover, a treasure
You make me cry and laugh
My dream and my...
#love
#men
#family #emptiness
#family #emptiness
80 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 7:42pm
23rd Mar 2020 7:42pm
A Favorite Herb of Mine
Every time I use thyme to cook,
It takes me to a place I’ve never been before,
It’s like age old stories from a book,
As if the aroma allures me with traditional lore.
And when the recipe calls for thyme,
I know it will always enhance the flavor,
It’s a favorite herb of mine to rhyme,
With a taste, sight and sound I like to savor.
I try to expand my skills in the kitchen,
So I know I must use the right spices and herbs,
And thyme is always there ready to pitch in,
That's why I follow the direction word for word.
...
It takes me to a place I’ve never been before,
It’s like age old stories from a book,
As if the aroma allures me with traditional lore.
And when the recipe calls for thyme,
I know it will always enhance the flavor,
It’s a favorite herb of mine to rhyme,
With a taste, sight and sound I like to savor.
I try to expand my skills in the kitchen,
So I know I must use the right spices and herbs,
And thyme is always there ready to pitch in,
That's why I follow the direction word for word.
...
#family
#food
#nostalgia
#culture
#tradition
54 reads
2 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 3:54am
22nd Mar 2020 3:54am
A letter of Apology and Thanks To My Father
Why do I cut away his bond with me
as if his love is something from which
I want to be free?
So what if his habits are annoying
So what if we don't always agree
He's the best father I could ask for
and he always will be
So why is it so damn hard for me to be loving?
Am I really just scared of being judged for my feelings by the one who taught me what being a man means?
I just want to tell him I love him earnestly
that I don't know what I'll do on the day that he leaves
He's my best friend
A genuine example of...
as if his love is something from which
I want to be free?
So what if his habits are annoying
So what if we don't always agree
He's the best father I could ask for
and he always will be
So why is it so damn hard for me to be loving?
Am I really just scared of being judged for my feelings by the one who taught me what being a man means?
I just want to tell him I love him earnestly
that I don't know what I'll do on the day that he leaves
He's my best friend
A genuine example of...
#love
#family
#myself
#admiration
#respect
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