by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
power,
Real women
Understand a very simple yet important concept.
Love begins at home.
Everything else just follows.
To eliminate
Hatred from the world
Entails raising children with love and guidance.
Women deserve the utmost respect and support from their partners in their
Obligations as mothers to instill morals in their offspring.
Rare is the child who goes bad when love rules his home.
Ladies, demand respect, and value your precious roles as mothers.
Don’t you realize that through your children, YOU rule the world!
Written March 8, 2017 on the International Women's Day!
by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories:
love, mothermissing, missing,
It is now springtime in heaven
Sky is so blue...sun shining so bright
Beautiful flowers are everywhere
Angels are dancing...as the harps play
Here on earth...we scamper around
Sky is so blue...sun shining so bright
Beautiful flowers are everywhere
We are missing the angels in heaven
Angels are dancing...as the harps play
They await the day...as we do also
As once again we will all be together
Our mothers and us...in heaven above
Dedicated to: Our Mothers in Heaven
and her children who will be missing her
this weekend on Mother's Day
To all of you who still have your mother here
on earth with you make sure she knows how
much you love her.
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
children, world, time,
The innocence lost so long ago
The undying faith we used to know
The gentle rain of a summer's skies
You can find it all in your child's eyes.
The world was right one time it seems
And we could reach beyond our dreams
To meet a challenge of any size
That fire still burns in your child's eyes.
In a world of anger and miscontent
And the frustrations of a life misspent
And you wait in fear as the storms arise
You can still find peace in your child's eyes.
Take the time for all those things
Hear his words: feel the joy he brings
There is no hate; there are no lies
There is only love in your child's eyes.
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, children,
only daughter
beautiful moon face
will his love eclipse mine
by Mike Bayles |
Categories:
bird, good morning, loneliness, longing, missing you, nature,
The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My dreams ask,
Did I love too much?
behind my mind’s eye,
visions
and what do they mean
when we give of ourselves
so fully we are spent.
Now I’m alone.
Canadian geese gather
crowding a path along the river
as the day passes,
so consumed with each other
they ignore the mothers
and children who pass.
A ski jet slaps waves,
and the river breathes.
The gaggle whispers among itself,
and nature speaks a language of her own.
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
butterfly, children, poetry,
I caught a butterfly a week ago.
Her wings had painted eyes of indigo,
Surrounded by a ring as white as snow.
So pretty I just had to let her know.
She flapped her wings and put on quite a show,
Then kissed my cheek before I let her go.
I sure was glad I stopped to say hello.
Daniel Turner
by Robert Johnson |
Categories:
growing up,
Sunflowers and dandelions.
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.
The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.
A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A timeless imprint on your brain.
To carry us into the night.
Beyond what sunshine brings to light.
After all the dreams come true.
But get lost in the dawning dew.
Only glimpses of love survive.
As you awake having to strive.
Finally finding out the truth.
About our fantasy's in youth.
All we wanted was a friend.
And a little love before the end.
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
children, color, fun, nursery rhyme,
Lego in many fresh colours
they belong to my brothers
Hocus pocus, endless adventure
turning up the temperature
They love these building blocks
driven by imagination, create a red fox
There are no limits to what you can build
The Eiffel Tower probably 300 meters, so thrilled
The world's best playtime
... evening or daytime
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
father daughter, pain, child, me,
There is a child that looks like me.
Years from now still won't be free.
You'll want to rock her in your arms.
Keep her safe from all that harms.
Some things you simply don't forget.
And there is shame that haunts me yet.
The stark reality is this-
I find it hard to share a kiss.
Children are meant for love and prayers.
Not sneaking footsteps on the stairs.
Fear grows where refuge should be.
Hate floats on a toxic sea.
In all these years sorrow still lives.
A broken spirit but strong will gives
reason to find a better way.
This child is loved by me today.
written 4/13/2013
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
happiness, life, love, nostalgia, people, me, me, morning,
If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
peace,
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
tomorrow’s
grace on
all.
For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Sitting here in this big old lazy chair
a little smile starts to appear upon my face
Some Phil Collins music rings in the air
as the girls cuddle under warm blankets
watching the movie Tarzan.
I sit here and muse
how did I get so lucky?
why did God shine upon me?
I have such beautiful and healthy children
I have a place to lie my head
There is plenty of food to be put upon the table
There's no other place I'd rather be instead
My heart starts beating stronger
There is warmth and love in the air
I get up and sit between them
I am so blessed to be here
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, summer, sun,
Tomorrow's dawn will start the longest day
When summer takes the torch and starts to run
He'll summon all the children of the sun
His followers that love his warming way
They'll laugh and celebrate in outdoor play
It is the greatest time for water fun
Each claiming to be summer's fav'rite son
Absorbing every ultraviolet ray
And when the sun lies down to take his rest
Their celebrations go in to the night
Cavorting with the moon, who's unimpressed
He knows they only like him 'cause he's bright
They'll fall asleep their backs toward the west
As children of the sun await first light
by Daniel Turner
Miltonic sonnet #2
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, children, hero,
It’s all about me!
It’s all about me
I am the King sitting in the tree
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am clapping my hands with such glee
My subjects love me as is my due
The Royal court loves me, yes them too!
King Arthur I am, Ruler of all realms in the land
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am the wisest King to ever be!
Hoist ye drinks and sing me praise
The Ale-house is full, its a King Arthur craze!
Its all about me, the Poet King reciting, loud and free
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
Guinevere knows my kiss is for she!
by Paloma P |
Categories:
crazy, humorous, hyperbole,
There's a place whence children dwell amid
fairy stories, popcorn rainbows & candied unicorns,
which is fine & dandy except when
you're supposed to be a grown-*** adult,
some people live 'round La-La landscapes
without a hint of reality's woefulness,
unable to read skywriting on the cosmos
If you believe in miracles or
that nothing ever changes
and love lasts forever and a day
or just say,
you got a damn ticket because
your unicorn was inconveniently double-parked,
rest assured thine meter is delusional
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
life, love,
Its easy to become what you fear..
Could bring you down,or shift you into high gear
Embrace the hope you see in others..
A neighborhood filled with loving sisters and brothers
Love and care for eachothers..
Always a helping hand and some leftovers
Smiling faces in the streets,children playing in paradise
Come on over,check it out while we roll the dice..
June 29th 2012
Anne Lise & Arild Andresen
* Collabration with my lovely hub
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, fun, giggle, inspiration, love, stars,
I want to eat Pizza
While wishing on a star
To taste the taste of happy
By being where you are
We’ll choose to be silly
Not afraid of mistakes
Skinny dip at midnight
and skip pebbles on lakes
Why not dance together
While howling at the moon
Or become little children
and watch a cartoon
A world infused with laughter
can change how we think
From this fountain of youth
We’ll both gladly drink
For nothing could be better
Than sharing it with you
Because getting into mischief
Is a blast if there are two!
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
adventure, future, moving on,
P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.
P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S it and relax at end of day.
E nergised by renewed hope.
N ever again to ever succumb
T o being abused by anyone.
F acing the future with a smile.
U pteen reasons to celebrate.
T he joys of living and giving.
U ncertainity will always remain.
R emember to count your blessings.
E mbrace often those you love.
21/11/2016
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
appreciation, art, beautiful, children, dedication, rain, rainbow,
Norway Rains
I love the rain
Under my umbrella
Staring at rainbows
Wishing for dreams
My stomach is hungry, so it seems
I may be just a wee little kid
In the country rain
Still I know dreams do come true
As Anne-Lise brings my favorite ice cream
Smiles all, through and through
Laughter echoes in the Norway rains
Dedicated to Anne-Lise from Norway!!!!!!!!
by Sakshi Singh |
Categories:
boyfriend, change, feelings, girl, i miss you, love, teen love,
Sometime instead of pink, I like Red
Sometime instead of playing with children,
I want to go on date
Sometime instead of Fishes, I like Swans
Sometime instead of T-shirt,
I want to wear Gowns
Sometime instead of Social problems,
I like to read Love story
Sometime instead of cute girl,
I want to look beautiful lady
Sometime instead of chocolate,
I like to receive Flowers
Sometime instead of meeting him for minutes,
I want to spend Hours
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
children,
Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name.
weeds and cobwebs
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the dead and stirring mud.
He take's his lunch beneath a tree,
eating twinkies with green fingertips...
For his love he'll steal a wreath,
and place it gently on her grave.
That bears a scar called, 'long forgotten"
A grave he's coined"no name".
by Sai Lin Lip |
Categories:
africa, friend, grandchild, moon, stars, sunset,
Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams
as friends
Stars are friends of the moon
The splendid glow is the friend of sunset
The shore is the friend of the sea
We are friends of our grandchildren
Pets are man's friends
Only genuineness and sincerity of heart
Showing a true love
Only sincerity and cordiality
Is a sign of friendship
by White Wolf |
Categories:
inspiration, poetry, poets, writing,
If only for a moment our love bloomed,
If only for a spell we would consume.
My heart torn open I bear a deep wound,
To be thy Sun and you to be my Moon.
Alas, my dear, we were not meant to be,
For there is no future for us at all.
But, don't read into my words completely,
Because I still answer to nature's call.
Does a flower turn its petals away?
In the day when the Sun is out to shine?
For what is the reason that children play?
The reason that the poet writes his line?
We know deep inside, we all must take part,
And whatever that may be, do with heart!
by John E Wordslinger |
Categories:
love
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
by Ahellas Alixopulos |
Categories:
beauty,
This sweet gentle sonnet is for Janet.
In whose garden I've sat for the last hour.
There is no better place on the planet
to capture the grace and awesome power
of a person who thinks she has neither.
A silent orchestra of bright colors,
soloist and chorus of each species gather
in season from subtle to loud bellow,
in a silent sonata conducted
by a genius gardener spreading life
and beauty and love. Reward not expected
by our maistro except the relief
of life's burdens, a few ripe tomatoes,
appreciative children, any of those.