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Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, father, love, mother, parents, parents,

Cousins in love

(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)

It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.

The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: baby, birth, grief, loss, parents, sad,

Arrived Yet Early


Blue

Small

Our child

Our wee girl

Too small to draw breath

She wanted our love so dearly

Could not wait to know us and greet this glorious world

Yet she arrived early, and now sleeps eternal in the security of your arms




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge January 2019 - Fibonacci" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.

* This form is called "Fibonacci" and contains a syllable count of 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 ... syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. *


Poem Details | by Janet Eaton |
Categories: age, death, family, parents,

Cherished Memories

I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.

I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.

I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn’t say.

I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.

I cherish every step you take
As you stumble and make your way.

I cherish every sacrifice
You’ve made for us today.

And when God says your time is up
And in heaven you will stay

I’ll remember all these moments,
I’ll remember every day.

I’ll remember all the stories,
I’ll remember what you say.

I’ll remember what you sacrificed,
To be with us today.
Poems By J S Eaton

Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: angst, cancer, care, change, children, cry, dad, daughter, death, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, hurt, life, loss, love, parents, poems, sad, sister, song, sorrow, truth,

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where a few minutes from home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it back in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew then our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters laid down beside him
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed that day
 
 


Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal, body, bullying, childhood, cry, dad, dark, death, depression, eulogy, evil, family, farewell, father, fear, feelings, grave, grief, growing up, hate, heartbroken, horror, house, jealousy, loneliness, loss, lost, me, murder, mystery, night, pain, parents, sad, sin, smile, society, sorrow, stress, suicide,

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, life, memory, parents, rose,

Dusty Memories

amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
 
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
 
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
 
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
 
 
 
 i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
 
Trimeric
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and 
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the 
respective line of the first stanza.  The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Poem Details | by Lilith Rodriguez |
Categories: abuse, caregiving, dad, death, family, mother daughter, parents,

Temporary Home

 
They’ve traveled from one house to another.  
Some may say they’re strong enough to go on 
Without a woman to call their mother. 
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.  
 
Another house that will never be home.  
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam. 
All they can do is to hope and to weep. 

Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near. 

Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I’ve found- I’m no longer alone.


Poem Details | by Mary Waldeck |
Categories: bereavement, family, father, father daughter, missing, parents, water,

Thoughts of Dad

I was sitting on the dock feeling melancholy today;
And thought of my Dad and what he would say.
If he were sitting on the bench beside me again;
Like the old days we had, I would hug him, and then.
I would ask him about what really matters in life;
all the work, all the stress, the trouble and strife?
He would say, "In the end it doesn't matter what you bought;
the toys, the money, or the real estate you sought.
What matters the most is the love you hold dear;
your family, your friends, and those that are near.

Poem Details | by Tony Hargreaves |
Categories: children, death, earth, england, evil, history, hurt, parents, sad, scary,

THEY STRUGGLED IN PANIC

From age as young as five
they were sent down the mine.
The darkness struck terror
but they dare not complain.

In the dust, grit and wet
of that black evil place
they grub around in filth
to work at the coalface.

If a new seam was cut 
the air became toxic.
They coughed and they choked
and struggled in panic.

When the coalface collapsed,
alive they were buried.
Some were never dug out
but just left there as dead.

When a child died like that,
parents offered some pence,
which the coalmine owner 
thought was fair recompense.

In that meanest mine-shaft,
with each child a cheap slave
there were many young deaths
and the pit was their grave.

Poem Details | by Doug Vinson |
Categories: children, death, eulogy, family, father, life, parents,

My Father's Eulogy

I say his name, and ask the question, 
"Did they break the mold or what?"
I look out over the audience
And the truth is so clear-cut
That they all nod,
They all agree,
What an honest man,
So guaranteed
To be gentle and kind,
To love humor and fun,
To have the peaceful mind,
To have the good day done.


My sister and my brothers,
I look to them, make the hopeful call,
That every child in the world
Should think they have the best dad of them all.
When it comes to our father,
We have fearless cards to bid,
For on having the best dad in the world,
Well, we really did.

Poem Details | by Dominique Jon Apple Webb |
Categories: child abuse, children, grave, growing up, parents, religion, society,

Emotional Abuse

If you draw your child away from normal play, activities and behaviour 
By forcing them to lie about their true desires, 
Then where’s the love? 

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: bereavement, house, memory, parents,

TRYING TO HOLD ON TO THE PAST

Mum, I never dreamed our lives would be so tough I want to run away, I’ve just about had enough Once you had a husband and you were a wife Now we’re clearing out relics of your life For six months now you’ve been in a home Dad has passed away but you are never alone Now the house has been sold and we must clear All those precious things you once held so dear We’ve got to be strong and see it right through Sadly it’s a difficult job we have got to do We cannot continue to hold onto the past Still our memories remain and forever will last 29th August 2015

Poem Details | by emeka offor |
Categories: age, appreciation, birthday, celebration, life, parents, thanks,

A celebration of life

Life is meant to be lived and celebrated
Celebrated for those who make living purposeful
Purposeful to them, and to others meaningful
Meaningful enough to be celebrated

Poem Details | by Dave Timperley |
Categories: eulogy, paradise,

He called my Parents home

The Good Lord called my Parents home,
He said to them , your work is done.
Your kin will mourn, but you will see them soon,
When their life's work is over and done.

We will all get together, that's for sure,
What a wonderful day that will be.
We will all meet again in that wondrous place,
On a shore by the beautiful sea.

My parents now abide with the Lord,
With all those who have gone before.
We will all meet again in His Mansion,
To be together for evermore.

© Dave Timperley August 2014

Poem Details | by Nurudeen Olaniran |
Categories: absence, anger, bereavement, lost, mothers day, parents, sorrow,

Lost Sheep

I can’t smile
When my heart is sorrowful

I can’t help
When my mind is vague

I can’t dream
When my life is vissionless

Oh! my creator
When will my heart be happy?

Oh! my God
When will my mind be hopefully filled?

Oh! my diviner
When will my life be alive?

May be, 
When my lost sheep is returned to me
Safely and alive

Then I smile
And my heart is happy.

Poem Details | by Cherie Gozon |
Categories: child, grief, mother, parents,

Scarred but not Wounded

Hush child, wipe those tears
The demons are away
They're not after you, I promise
It's just the cold weather.

Hush child, I hear you sob
The monsters are gone
They're not after you, I promise
It's just shadows in the dark.

Hush child, I know, you're hurting
These demons and monsters are mine
It's just me, I promise
And all my cold shadows.

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: emotions, funny love, grief, moving on, parents, perspective, relationship,

Tell Your Child Everything Please

What do you think happens when you die?
I asked the sobbing 7-year-old.
She could not quit though.
She was in full-blown
keening, wailing,
shoulder shaking,
lip quivering,
keening, and screaming now,
sobbing mode.


Her very caring, loving, unselfish parent
Had told her about the death of her
Great-aunt Rose, whom she had
Never met who
Passed
In 
1965 
this morning.

It was the fifth time I had 
seen her this week as
her great-great grandfather
had passed in 1972, 74, 78,
81, and 85.

Her mother, was the best
story-telling drug addicted
parent in the world
apparently,
and knew
what she
needed to
do to keep
lilttle one in
check.



Poem Details | by Robyn Thomas |
Categories: daughter, death, father, goodbye, nostalgia, parents, tribute,

When it never ends

years of yesterday 
caught in time 
when fate would not have it any other way
and your countenance is covered in grime

oblivion escapes the hold
of an afflicted heart
for history foretold
and yet never was I ready to witness the start

grief fills the void case
of a special love
never again to caress a father's embrace
in the comfort of emotion's cove

it hurts to remember
and the past its inspiration lends
for expression burnt to ember
when it never ends

Poem Details | by jay o'neal |
Categories: death, dedication, devotion, family, father, funeral, introspection, life, loss, mother, recovery from..., sad,

Our parents

I do miss them everyday,
To state the facts
I know ill never get them back,
Sleep that's what I lack
In
Conversational
Understandings
We got each other,
because they where just- that- smart
A want to interact,
with us,
as equals,
but we where aware,
they where parents.
This,
Absolutely okay.
The vision may be myopic,
but I will never,
blame them.
For being naive

Poem Details | by Joel Thornton |
Categories: abuse, child, childhood, grave, parents, sick, violence,

Pedarist

PEDARIST

Why am I so flippant yet complacent?

Hypocritical Martyr

Torture chamber – secret sub-basement

Bomb shelter        Pedophile aquarium

Abducted children raped half-dead

Migraines and Menstruating

Horrible highway ambiance

Static from a radio unaware

Of our new piece of world, our breath of new air

Almost caught so only kill their daughters instead

A farm for inbred rapists and prepubescence

Shattered psyche of victims to share

Till they pile into a mass grave dead.

And the blood from evil hands now to rinse.

Resent this road leading to nowhere.

Poem Details | by Ivor Davies |
Categories: children, feelings, grief, my child, pain, parents,

Our Wish

If we could wish upon a star
and see our wish come true
the only thing we could wish for
is what we cannot do.

To bring our daughter back to us
without her earthly pain
for memories now are all we have
since parting was such pain.

I know there's other parents
who have shared our darkest night
but children shouldn't go first
we should be their leading light.

Although I speak the mysteries
of the mind within the soul
within our hearts we suffer
from a huge big gaping hole.

We strive for reassurance
that at last we'll meet again
but until then, like others,
we just learn to live with pain. 

Ivor G Davies


Poem Details | by Maria Elena Enriquez |
Categories: absence, care, dad, death, emotions, faith, family, mom, nostalgia, parents, sad,

Who Cares

Who cares if I live or die
Or if I eat or not
Who cares what happens
When I miss my parents

Who cares if I hate or love
Or if I need someone
who cares if I’m alone
When I miss my parents

Who cares if I dream
Or if my dreams are sweet
Who cares what I dream
When I miss my parents

Who cares that I have daughters
And grandchildren too
Although I love them so
When I miss my parents

Who cares when I teach
I know my students do
Because I show them that I care
Even if I miss my parents

Poem Details | by Virginia Parks |
Categories: caregiving, hope, loss, sympathy, uplifting, parents, angel, angel, parents,

Angel With A Gold Bow

The boys sit down in the park under the tree,
Praying that their parents could look down and see.
The beautiful angel on top with the pretty gold bow,
And all of the gifts that lay wrapped below.
Christmas at their house had been full of smiles,
Now a smile can't be seen for miles.
When their dad went away everything went wrong,
It's been one month but it's seemed so long.
A woman walked by and saw the boys,
And handed them two carefully wrapped toys.
On Christmas Eve she adopted the boys,
And took them home to see all the toys.
Soon their parents would surely see,
The angel with the gold bow on top of their tree. 

 

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: baby, birth, grief, parents,

BORN SLEEPING - FOR SHARON'S CONTEST

Ten perfect tiny fingers and toes
Only you were born sleeping
Uncontrollable tears flow from my eyes
Caressing your beautiful face
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Poem Details | by Arlene Smith |
Categories: daughter, death, love, parents, suicide,

Loved to Death

beneath the oak tree
a sapling withers and dies
shielded from the sun
sheltered from the wicked world
she swings from a makeshift noose