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Alexis K Sep 2017
First as a thought
Then as a life
Once as a dream
Ending in a scheme

Once as a husband
Then as a father
For him,
Children were no bother

One is a daughter
And one a sonn
Once as father
His time was done

Once was a life
Lived in strife
Once was a boy
Who innocently loved his toy
And as this boy grew
His experience did too

He learned to live
Learned to love
The one he loved
As elequent as a dove
And as he grew
His love did too.
His love was returned
By the one he so yearned

And after a while
A white dress came to style
With two circles of gold
Their hearts were sold

As they raised their son
They awaited nine months to come
For a baby girl would soon run
Time passed with joy
Until the day momma screamed out
"OH BOY"
8:15 early mornin
The baby girl was born

There once was a daughter
There once was son
The once was a father
Who thought he had won

Two years passed
As life slowly collapsed
Well father got ill
And momma cried, paying the medical bills
Until her last 'I love you'

11 years late, still to this day
For mother, son and daughter,
Father will never fade away

Another year later
12 since he passed
The memories and thoughts
Of daddy haven't faded away

13 years since that fatefull day
Memories stay and stay
For many more to come,
Another year, on and on.
Closer to seeing daddy
In years to come,
daughter will be embraced again

There is a daughter
And there is a son
There's also a mother
Who will forever love my father
the night i
first
found out he
might
be sick it rained.
i ate manhattan's favorite
rice-a-roni
and tried so
hard
to feel something
to be fair i was very
upset
but i didn't feel it.
all i got was a
headache from
forced
tears and a
sleepless
night.

three months earlier
near the time of my
birthday
i was having a terrible day
per usual,
when i received a birthday card
in the mail.
it was from my sister and on the
bottom of the card it said
from:
then their names followed
but in the biggest
font, right underneath the rest of their names
was his,
'Elijah,'
written by his own hand.
I
smiled
at the thought of him
smiling
while writing that.
this is an unfinished piece, not that i don't want to write the rest of it i just cannot right now. it was cancer but he is doing fine.
Robert J Howard Mar 2017
Try my best to please all,
Burn outs make me a fool.
No appreciation just greed,
Only call when you need.

Sunset trips,
Half moon blips.
Fairweather friends,
Your family extends.

Open one more beer,
Sunday blues kick into gear.
Delay the onset of Monday,
This will all be over one day.

Good hate to all men,
Learnt nothing about Zen.
Scribble your thoughts down in haste,
Try and let nothing go to waste.
Disappointment
Terri Josephine Jan 2017
I miss the times when you were here telling me to have no fear, to hold my head up high and strong, add happy notes to my sad song.
I miss the way you looked at me as if I were too blind to see the path I was on might hurt and scathe
But all goes well if you just have faith.

I miss the sound of your voice through bitter times , a saving noise that told me what was right and wrong but rang in my ears for far too long.

A caring person that helped and hurt me so much..
You'd guide and mislead me through the day. You left me lonely when I'd rather you stay..

Over things like that you had no control. A rock set in motion will continue to roll..

Then one day you never returned. My tears were so hot they burned.
Aware now about what I lack, crying and mourning won't bring you back

For me to let out what I need to say, I can't do much more than pray
I no longer want to feel weak, my hearts been quite strong. I'm still adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song.
Robert J Howard Dec 2016
You had no choice
But to leave me
You walked away
And gone was the day.

They say you're in a better place
But I'm not so sure
Gone far too soon
I'm left like a ruin.

Thou shall be missed
Never forgotten
Alive not dead
In my heart, body and head.
Dana Skorvankova Jul 2016
Those who sleep with angels
Could never reach the depth of you,
'cause when you've got nothing to care about,
You've got no one to talk to

Those who stand alone straight
Can't never stand behind
'cause the shadows would spread over
Blinding the stars above that shine
And those lights spread widely into the air
Of the moaning stars,
Moaning stars of tomorrow's night.
Abimael Jul 2016
Love...
A touches vibes
A  sound of unlimited thoughts
It can hurt you
But it will never abandon you
Never forget
That we all fall
But we stand
And when we stand
We all taller than the day before
This is how love intrigue.
Cynthia Jean May 2016
the days and minutes
are poured out
precious little ones
they need so much

you think you will
collapse
your energy all spent
your mornings fade to night
and start again

the time goes swiftly by
those precious minutes
growing
into years

circling round and round and round


the time...it is a treasure
each memory enshrined
most days
there are no thank yous
for you-mom

the endless love poured out
the bank where it's all stored
you'll find it's  in your heart

it's not contained

for it flows on
and on  and on
and on and on and on

it never ends...

cj 2016

Happy Mother's Day, sweetie...you are a wonderful loving mother.<3
AE Jan 2016
I've read a couple books
been a few places
I even dreamt a little too
But I can never wake up
Like I used too.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Playing with one's own body,
It can be the best therapy,
Both for the body and mind.

Stupor comes without drugs,
It helps you forget reality,
And overcome physical pain.

Miraculous effective therapy,
It makes you forget grief,
Cheery is a mood afterwards.

Self-love and respect are born,
Just let the mind go blank,
Just forget all thoughts forlorn.

Engage in self-praise privately,
Let all blue hues slip-off,
It's much easier said than done.
My HP Poem #974
©Atul Kaushal
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