Poems And Quotes

I will stay separate and divorce
Lambasted a lady with strong force
I was taken a back at once,
Never heard such anger since,
Was it natural out burst?
Why all of sudden she wanted me to oust?
Thought for a while and remained cool,
Immediate reaction would be sign of fool,
Never I shamed her or neglected,
On all the matters almost contacted,
Remained possessively forever connected,
Why then she hastily acted?
I must cool her down,
Convince her to shed the frown,
All the actions I must disown,
Full praise and put on head a crown,
She will relent,
If offered no arguments,
Kept mum and offered no comment,
She will find the way and lament,
Why dear you are in such state?
Has any one trouble you or mob irate?
Nothing of that sort but you have failed,
In my own house I feel jailed,
You have no time to spare,
No talk and not going any where,
I am confined all the times here,
You have no sweet words which I want to hear,
I saw the valid reason,
The rain was timely and of season,
I must respect her wishes,
She was not at home for washing the dishes,
She was at home once again,
I too had trust to regain,
I said few with sincere sorry,
This relieved her from al worry

by
hasmukh amathalal

Hearing kids laughing with pure joy.
Three girls and one boy. Two girls and the boy playing a game.
Its always the same. Them smileing and haveing fun.
Always on the run. Running and jumping on the playground.
Two hops and one bound. Falling on the ground laughing so hard. Lush green grass in the yard. Its early summer in the middle of May. While that one girl stares into nothing and sits at bay.

by

Lacie Wasserman

Love comes through the eyes that see
And through the ears that hear,
For people are quite beautiful,
And words make feelings clear.

Love comes through the hands that touch
With unabashed affection,
For only skin-to-skin can love
Maintain its true direction.

Love comes through the tastes and smells
Of fresh and well-cooked food,
For in the gift of nourishment
Is much else that is good.

But though love comes through senses five,
Love comes from the heart,
For there resides the greater love
Of which ours is a part.

Join the ice cream army, as they head off to the coast
In the stationary traffic, they sit there and they roast
By the time that they arrive, the day is nearly done
Join the ice cream army as they race to catch some sun
Join the ice cream army, sitting safely on the sands
Lazing in their deckchairs with their cornets in their hands
Basking in the sunshine, laying like they’re dead
See the ice cream army, watch them all turn red
Join the ice cream army as they hurry home at night
In the stationary traffic with their skin no longer white
Glowing in the darkness like a red hot burning coal
Watch the ice cream army as the sunshine takes its toll
Join the ice cream army, on Mondays drive to town
In the stationary traffic, there’s no sign of turning brown
Flesh still glowing brightly, almost any movement hurts
Observe the ice cream army as they get their just desserts

by

John Fenn

When I was born I had a different dad;
and when GOD took him I got very mad.
My heart is was broken when I heard I lost my dad;
I’ll never forget the day we were all so sad.
I never wanted anyone to try to take his place;
I thought no one else could put a smile upon my face.
Then you came into my mothers life;
you loved her respected her and made her your wife.
I was confused and not sure what to do;
I’m sure it must have been as confusing for you.
I didn’t want to admit it but I soon came to see,
you were the kind of man I would want a father to be.
You are an inspiration and you always seem to care;
I know that when I need you, you will always be there.
My boys they adore you, a grandpa you must be;
It never made us happier to see you on our family tree.
It took a little while but now I am so glad;
I`m proud to be your daughter, and you to be my dad.

by
lori stlouis

I sit beside you, Mom
On death?s doorstep you lay
I set my head upon your wrist
As I bow my head to pray

The world to me shut off
The silence here is thick
Alone just you and I
And your watch?s rhythmic tick

I block out all my pain
And loss I?m sure to feel
I concentrate now deeply
On the tick your watch reveals

I sit here now for days
And hear the rhythmic sound
I contemplate you being gone
The thought now seems profound

The time for you is near
To enter Heaven?s Gate
I?ll stay here by your side
Until your journey is complete

It?s months now since you?ve passed
My wounds are healing slow
I want so much to hear your voice
To see your smile?s glow

I lay my head upon my wrist
When my feelings are too strong
I hear your watch?s rhythmic tick
And know you?re never gone

by

Andrea Hill

Wanting,
lusting,
to be held,
to be loved,
to feel warmth,
to feel your beating heart.
Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,
heartless winds.
Falling into invisible arms;
into an abyss of love.
Wishing,
hoping,
that my desires will be filled;
my desires of loving warmth.
Wanting to be held,
comforted,
loved.
Dreaming of passionate embraces,
of tender kisses,
loving words,
romantic nights.
Waiting for undying love.

by

Dawn D.

Hey diddle diddle
the rat had a wiggle
broke his hip in June
The other rats laughed at him
working out at the gym
said he was doing too much too soon!

by

Cheryl Love

Come now sweetest rose
And summer tinctures bring
Soon your color goes
Like so much of everything
You lovely in shades flow
Divinely in your red
In fragrances air you show
Your beauty in garden’s bed
My words cannot give much
But speak of graces true
How you my heart now touch
In times of summer renew
With delight and colors clear
When springtime is flowing
These days around this year
Your buds to love are showing

by
Peter S. Quinn

Come now sweetest rose
And summer tinctures bring
Soon your color goes
Like so much of everything
You lovely in shades flow
Divinely in your red
In fragrances air you show
Your beauty in garden’s bed
My words cannot give much
But speak of graces true
How you my heart now touch
In times of summer renew
With delight and colors clear
When springtime is flowing
These days around this year
Your buds to love are showing

by
Peter S. Quinn