poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.rating,poem.content,poem.brief_introduction,poem.author,poem.published,poem.stories,poem.share,poem.vote
1,"2018-02-27 21:52:50","Thank You",4.35,"Thank you for being the best father that you should Thank you for supporting us when you could Thank you for loving us all time Even when we are not good all the time Every night when I go to bed I say a prayer in my head I thank God for giving me a wonderful family That will never leave me even through tragedy But most of all I thank him for A wonderful father that I have Who did not leave me alone and sad You fill this house with laughter and love There is no one like you Who can cheer me up when I am sad Who can make me laugh So hard I could cry I just want to say that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH","Hi, I am Briana and I am 12 years old. I wrote this poem for my dad on Valentine's Day.",Briana,"June 2008",3,709,164
2,"2018-02-27 21:52:57","What Love Is",4.26,"True treasure is not found on ships, in chests of silver and gold. True treasure is not ruby rings or jewels from long ago. You don't need a treasure map to find chests beneath the sea. True treasure is simply the love and joy found in you and me!","I am 12 and wrote this for my mother. She is my life.","Alyshia R. Thomas","February 2006",1,163,186
3,"2018-02-27 21:53:04","Love, Pink",4.16,"My sister, She may be a dork. She may be a nerd. She may not be the thinnest one in the toolbox. So what? You can make fun of her, But guess what? I love her, Just the way she is. And nothing, Nothing can change that. But as for you, Make fun of her, And I'm after you!","I'm Allie Horwitz, 13, 7th grade.","Allison Horwitz","May 2010",0,77,125
4,"2018-02-27 21:53:09",Seasons,4.14,"Winter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snow, When rain falls down and nothing ever grows. For children, it's the snow that they desire And cups of cocoa in front of the fire. When winter's gone, the grass grows green again. Roses and tulips sprout with bright green stems. The bees are buzzing, the birds are singing. Sheep are grazing and cow bells are ringing. And then the sun starts to shine too brightly. It's so hot that fans are put on nightly, And so then it's off to the beach or pools Where people swim about just to keep cool. All the leaves on the trees turn golden-brown, And when on the ground make a crackly sound. In autumn a lot of money you make From clearing backyards of leaves with a rake. Each season has its own goods and its bads, But since they are all different I am glad!","I'm Michaela George, and I am 12 years old. I enjoy writing songs, stories, and poems. This particular poem is one I am using in an assignment for school. It's about seasons and how everything changes so rapidly.",Michaela,"August 2008",0,293,492
5,"2018-02-27 21:53:11","I Love My Brother",4.10,"My brother is sweet, My brother is nice, When I am upset, I come for advice. He teaches me new stuff Almost all the time, And I think that Is really, really kind. I love my brother, And he loves me. Now that's the way It's meant to be.","I wrote this about my brother for his 15th birthday.","Imogen Kate Hindson","March 2008",1,170,224
6,"2018-02-27 21:53:22",Dreams,4.10,"Images of hope, Locked up fear you share, Love and desire, All in your head somewhere. Dreams are wishes That let your imagination grow. They let you travel Anywhere you can go. Dreams show your happiest moments, And what you dread in your heart. They show you love, how to hold it, And tell you where to start. You could feel the beach, The sand at your feet, The heart and soul you'll be able to reach. Words and images swirl in your mind That let you express yourself for all time. And when horrors are received, And I fall on my knees, Everything is softened by the memories, the dreams.","It was a necessity that I wrote this after an idea. I wanted dreams to be expressed at their full possibility, and I still don't do them justice. I have to admit, I'm proud. I'm younger, so this is really exciting for me. Writing is my life.","Darah S","May 6, 2017",0,85,21
7,"2018-02-27 21:53:28","A Guilty Angel",4.09,"My little sister really winds me up, she made me smash my mums best cup. And every time she kicks my chair, I really wish she wasn't there. My sister drives me up the wall, she recons that she's really cool. And every night when we have our tea, she kicks me hard right in the knee. But when I tell mum my sister will say, ""I DIDN'T DO THAT I WAS TRYING TO PLAY!""","I know that a sister is for life and that you should love them know matter what, and I do, but sometimes they can really get on your nerves. Especially if they are younger than you. I am saying what I think about my little sisters and they are to me.",Jim-Jam-F,"July 2012",1,31,44
8,"2018-02-27 21:53:33","No Longer A Blister",4.06,"We argue at times but basically I'm like skin and you can be a painful blister but hey what can I say we're two sisters you're like no other person I've met but yet I understand you and you understand me but we're also family we have a special bond this is meant to be short not long as I am ending this you're next to me smiling you're no longer a blister I'm not going to pick at you any more.. I love you sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!","This is dedicated to my little sister that I love with all my heart!!!",Kathy,"October 2009",1,16,71
9,"2018-02-27 21:53:39",Dreams,4.05,"Dreams are boats that drift you away to the place you desire. Dreams are mugs of hot cocoa with marshmallows melting as your dream does too. Dreams are storms that rumble with anger as you try to push them out of the way. Dreams are rivers that choose a path for you to go, choosing the dreams you dream. Dreams…","I was 8 when I wrote this, and I was always looking for something to help me see the better things. I looked up some stuff on things like WebMD or other websites. I noticed that nightmares had caused some distress, so I woke up and tried hard to finally alter them. It worked. You can try this and remind yourself of this every night before you go to sleep.",Chelsea,"April 29, 2017",0,47,22
10,"2018-02-27 21:53:46","Spooky Halloween Night",4.04,"It's very spooky on Halloween night, The ghosts and goblins will give you a fright. Watch your back, do not be blind. If you're not careful, who knows what you'll find? You might see things like little black bats, Or you might see things like scary black cats. On every porch there's a pumpkin or two, With their creepy grins smiling at you. It's very spooky on Halloween night.","A poem about Halloween by an 11 year old girl. It's very spooky on Halloween night.","Jacey Vantimmeren","December 2014",0,660,184
11,"2018-02-27 21:53:50",Granddaddy,4.35,"Granddaddy, Granddaddy, You are the best. I love you with mind and spirit And all the rest. I heard you had cancer. That's what mom told me. Just trust in the Lord And get your surgery. For Granddaddy, I love you, And you can't be replaced. You're always in my heart, And that can't be erased.","A poem to a grandparent from a grandchild to give him strength in his sickness.","Pondra C. Tuten","February 2006",0,356,208
12,"2018-02-27 21:53:53","My Annoying Older Sister!",4.29,"A jelly I ate, The one my sister made. Made me want to faint. She keeps stealing my paint And waking me up late. Bossing me around Is what I can't take. I want to slap her, For goodness sake. Spending my money Is not great. Can't she stop For just one day? No! Is what I want to say, But if I do She'll smack me Straight away. I wish I could call her a... Something that shall not be named, But we're still sisters, Even today, Because of our DNA.","This poem is done by a twelve year old which is me. Most of it's true and some are made up.","Thanjena Begum","July 2012",3,775,413
13,"2018-02-27 21:53:57","Fishing With My Grandpa",4.27,"My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together, But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever. I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue. I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too. The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss. Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.","A girl shares about the special time she spends with her Grandpa.","Dawneisha Washington","February 2006",2,285,183
14,"2018-02-27 21:54:02",Boys,4.17,"Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts. Little green bugs and bicycle parts. Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt. A boy is a boy for all he is worth. Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots. Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot. Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes, A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two. Little red wagon, scraped up chins, Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans. A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout. Into mischief but truly a scout. Old clubhouses, flying a kite, Up a tree, a fall on the bike. Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts. A boy is a boy when his dukes are up more by Jac Judy A. Campbell","When I wrote this poem I had three daughters, no sons, but I had five grandsons. So true to facts, the words in this poem are some life tales and adventures. Then later, joy, joy, I had a granddaughter, then eventually two more grandsons.","Jac Judy A. Campbell","January 1, 2018",0,45,12
15,"2018-02-27 21:54:19","My Dad's Addicted To The Ps2",4.15,"pew pew pew goes my dad on the PS2 shooting bad guys on battle field 3 who knew? not me I sit and help him sometimes I mean he never minds he always shouts sometimes swears or doubts he sometimes gets cross and tries to act like he's the boss he might throw a pillow or 2 not at me but maybe you all I wish is for him to come off but instead he says I'm a puff he's always late too bed because this game is stuck in his head when I saw him get the PS2 I didn't know what was coming through from within the cloud of rage he forgot about the 'touch pause engage' one day he'll get square eyes and then start to despise it's good if we just back away and let the wild animal play when I saw him get the PS2 I didn't know what was coming through from within the cloud of rage he forgot about the 'touch pause engage' for wherever there is a beginning there's an end more by Shannon W.","I created this poem while I was watching my dad play on the PS2.","Shannon W.","May 2013",0,60,61
16,"2018-02-27 21:54:43","My Life",4.10,"This is my life: My parents are split up. I can't believe that they gave up. My life isn't the same. It is different and plain. This is so different than the life we had together. I thought that we would last forever. Instead of feeling crabby, Now I am happy. Now their lives have just begun. I wonder what their lives are going to become. But now I have two families, and that is cool, Compared to a lot of my friends at my school. So I am not the only one who feels this way, So I just wanted to say No matter what, they support me and they love me. I just want them to be very happy. This is my life, and I am very glad. This is the life with my mom and dad.","A poem written by a daughter after her parents' divorce. She mourns the life that she had but is also excited about her new life with two families and her parents' freedom to pursue their dreams.","Kayla K. Eikermann","February 2006",3,97,117
17,"2018-02-27 21:54:49","My Twin Sister",4.05,"You boss me around and tell me what to do. You say our room is bound and you're nasty when the sky is blue. Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away. You yell and scream even when there's ice cream. You say, ""I'm the older sister,"" but when you say that you stick out like a blister. Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away, but dear twin sister, I have to say you're the most precious sister when the sky is gray.","This is about my twin sister.",Rivki,"July 2010",0,62,112
18,"2018-02-27 21:54:55","What Are We Going To Do With You?",4.03,"Sometimes you drive us all crazy. Sometimes me more than others. But sometimes you yell and kick at nothing for no reason. Tell me, little sis, what are we going to do with you?! I keep on telling myself, ""I wanted a sister, not an alien!"" Only to have mother tell me you are human. I laugh as you walk in with underwear on your head! Now it's mother's turn to say ""Oh, what are we going to do with you?"" But sometimes, when it's bedtime, you can be the sweetest thing. I find it adorable when you snuggle with your small teddy bear. And I can't help but say, ""Taitum, what are we going to do with you?"" more by Jenna","This is a poem I wrote about my crazy little sister. I hope at least someone can relate to this! My dad said we were going to wrap her up in a box and sell her to buy a beaver. We like beavers...",Jenna,"May 2013",2,113,134
19,"2018-02-27 21:55:00","Great Grandpa",4.00,"Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four. He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war. When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny, He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny. Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood, Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could. He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work. Most times he's out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk. Together they talk of good old days 'bout things they used to do, And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true. Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade. He said, ""Sonny, I'm very proud to say it was down in second grade."" ""Gramps,"" I said, ""Now that's a fib; you weren't but seven or eight. A boy can't be a carpenter at such an early date."" Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst. ""Why, sure you can; it's easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!"" We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter. I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter. He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady. I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I'm missing him already. more by Alan Balter","Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. I worked at the University of Illinois and Chicago State University where my job was to prepare teachers for children with special needs. Now, in retirement, I write fiction, personal essays, and poetry. I wrote ""Great Grandpa"" to honor the man and to preserve his memory for younger people in the family.","Alan Balter","January 11, 2018",0,18,14
20,"2018-02-27 21:55:08",Jovani,3.94,"You're my nephew, my only man. I can walk and hold your hand. When I see you, I see a light. when I see you, I hold on tight. I would hold you and hold you all day long. I miss you, so come back and see me long.","This poem is about my nephew, Jovani. Jovani is 19 months and I am 11 years old.","Lexie Webster","February 2011",0,32,48
21,"2018-02-27 21:55:12","The Littlest Christmas Tree",4.37,"The littlest Christmas tree lived in a meadow of green among a family of tall evergreens. He learned how to whisper the evergreen song with the slightest of wind that came gently along. He watched as the birds made a home out of twigs, and couldn't wait till he, too, was big. For all of the trees offered a home, the maple, the pine, and the oak, who's so strong. ""I hate being little,"" the little tree said, ""I can't even turn colors like the maple turns red. I can't help the animals like the mighty old oak. He shelters them all in his wide mighty cloak."" The older tree said, ""Why, little tree, you don't know? The story of a mighty king from the land with no snow?"" Little tree questioned, ""A land with no snow?"" ""Yes!"" said old tree, ""A very old story, from so long ago."" ""A star appeared, giving great light over a manger, on long winter's night. A baby was born, a king of all kings, and with him comes love over all things."" ""He lived in a country all covered in sand, and laid down his life to save all of man."" Little tree thought of the gift given by him, then the big tree said with the happiest grin, ""We're not just trees, but a reminder of that day There's a much bigger part of a role that we play!"" ""For on Christmas eve, my life I'll lay down, in exchange for a happier, loving ground. And as I stand dying, they'll adorn me in trim. This all will be done in memory of him."" ""Among a warm fire, with family and friends, in the sweet songs of Christmas, I'll find my great end. Then ever so gently, He'll come down to see and take me to heaven, Jesus and me."" ""So you see, little tree, we are not like the oak who shelters all things beneath his great cloak. Nor are we like the maple in fall, whose colors leave many standing in awe."" ""The gift that we give is ourselves, limb for limb, the greatest of honor, in memory of him."" The little tree bowed his head down and cried and thought of the king who willingly died. For what kind of gift can anyone give than to lay down your life when you wanted to live? A swelling of pride came over the tree. Can all of this happen Because of just me? Can I really bring honor? By adorning a home? By reminding mankind that he's never alone? With this thought, little tree began singing with glee. Happy and proud to be a true Christmas tree. You can still hear them singing even the smallest in height, singing of Christmas and that one holy night. more by Amy Peterson","Hello everyone. I was raised in Wisconsin among many cold winters and driven to writing by two great, wonderful parents whose imagination left all of their children wide-eyed with excitement during the holidays. I was told by my father that the pines talk when the wind blows....and if you listen...you can hear them. I hope this story will leave your family with an adventure into the woods to hear the pines talking.","Amy Peterson","April 2009",4,1566,938
22,"2018-02-27 21:55:14","If I Were...",4.31,"If I were a queen, I'd rule a mighty land. If I were a princess, I'd take a prince's hand. If I were a soldier, I'd fight a mighty war. If I were a hero, I'd be the best they ever saw. If I were a dancer, I'd dance with such grace. If I were a runner, I'd win every race! If I were an actress, I'd take part in a play, For I can do anything, No matter what you say.","The poem is about a little girl who is asked what she wants to be when she grows up. She answers with things like, ""I want to be a Princess,"" knowing nobody can stop her from following her dreams.","Eva L. Robinson","November 2016",1,2179,295
23,"2018-02-27 21:55:22","The Red And White Striped Lighthouse",4.29,"The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. Against the rocks a wave crashes. The lighthouse just stares on. Suddenly some lightning flashes, But he's gonna stare till dawn. The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. He shines his light through the thick fog, As rain darkens the sands. He shines his light through all the smog. On the rocks he proudly stands. The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. The rising sun makes the ocean glisten bright. A couple comes out to see the astonishing sight. There is no need to shine, for it's no longer night, And the lighthouse slowly fades out its light.","My poem's about a determined lighthouse. I wrote this because I used to live by the beautiful ocean.",Ebvor,"April 28, 2017",0,285,58
24,"2018-02-27 21:55:26","A Daydream",4.15,"A daydream A world of extreme A fantasy place Or even outer space A place for you Where you can pass through When you're feeling blue and alone A place of your own Where anything goes And there's no shadows A place where smiles gleam And everyone is a team This is my daydream My place of joy and hope","A daydream can help people take control of their lives and give them hope.","Lolo T. Frenchie","April 2, 2017",0,258,47
25,"2018-02-27 21:55:33","It's A Special Day",4.02,"Hurry it's a special day. Giddy up and play all day. Eating ice cream and chocolate cake. It's your birthday, let's celebrate!","This poem was written by an eight year old girl for her friend's birthday card!","Andee Siepman","March 2008",1,269,1315
26,"2018-02-27 21:55:43","The Dolly",4.02,"The dolly sat upon the shelf in the toy maker's shop all by herself. The dolly only had one eye, so all the children passed her by. They scoffed the dolly; they weren't very kind Then a child came in with a dolly in mind. Her mother led her around the shop. At the shelf with the dolly her mother did stop. The child reached out and felt for the dolly. The toy maker shouted, ""Dear child, I'm so sorry, this dolly is blind; she only has one eye. I've a dolly right here you might like to buy."" ""No, this is the one"" the child said to her mother. ""If I can't have her, I don't want any other."" So off dolly went with the child who was kind, and just like the dolly, this child was blind.","I love writing poetry for children. I love to see their faces light up when I read my poetry to them. The dolly I wrote about had a great response from both young and old. My father read it before anyone and he sat and cried. He thought it was lovely.","Jeanette Cheal","May 7, 2017",0,149,50
27,"2018-02-27 21:56:01","I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child",4.00,"Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when they're seven years old. Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild-- I'd love to be a Fairy's child. more Robert Graves","Robert Graves was an English poet who lived from 1895-1985. He became known as a war poet, and he published three books of poetry while on active duty during World War I. This poem was published the same year the war ended, and it can be felt that Robert Graves was writing about his desire for children to face an easier life, one that’s not filled with so much pain, suffering, and unmet needs.","Robert Graves",,0,498,437
28,"2018-02-27 21:56:03","Little Boy",4.00,"Little boy, with your eyes so blue, You see the world so shiny and new. He hugs his mommy, leaves his daddy's knee. Time to explore; so much to see. Little boy, with your eyes so blue, So much courage, your fears are few. Will you climb a mountain or brave the sea? What's your wonder? Which will it be? Little boy, with your eyes so blue, Did your travels bring knowledge to you? Are you weary, do you want to go home? Are you destined to forever roam? Little boy, with your eyes so blue, Imagination so big, your yard is too. Where are you going? Where will you be? Hugging mommy from daddy's knee. more by Annette R. Hershey","A child's imagination is limitless, it will take you anywhere. Maybe a child's imagination becomes the key to success as an adult. Little Boy is dedicated to my son, Ryan.","Annette R. Hershey","September 25, 2017",1,125,40
29,"2018-02-27 21:56:07","Mrs. Blossom",3.97,"Mrs. Blossom was a witch, we're pretty sure of that, though she didn't have a broomstick, wear a cloak, or pointed hat. She brewed some strange concoctions in her kitchen on her stove. You could smell the deep aroma from her house in Penny Grove. Strange plants grew in her garden. What they were, we never knew, but they seemed to cure most anything, from a little scratch to the flu. We often used to call there, under protest, I might say, to deliver her some groceries. Then we'd try to run away! She'd thank us for our trouble and would offer us some tea, but she scared us when she spoke from where her teeth once used to be! We never saw a book of spells, and she didn't have a cat, but Mrs. Blossom was a witch. We're pretty sure of that!","A group of children, aged about 6 to 9, see an old lady, who lives alone, as a witch, although she is anything but!","Christopher J. Radford","June 12, 2017",0,142,33
30,"2018-02-27 21:56:11","Good Dreams",3.91,"Knock, knock! Hush, hush. Good dreams quietly march. Like the fairies, they bring stories and tales, And they sing their song: ""Bala-boo, bala-bash."" They dance, they jump, They play the drum, But when someone in a house wakes up - The good dreams end up their fun. They say ""good day!"" and go away. But when we sleep they start again, Tell their stories, and play, and march And sing their song: ""Bala-boo, bala-bash"".","Hi all. I am a children's book illustrator from Russia. I happen to have my first book published in the US. I also write short children's stories and poems, but I don't really show them to people because I don't know if they are any good. The poem ""Good Dreams"" is actually a part of my own picture book about a tiny bear called Snowflake who wants to know where the good dreams live. This picture book is not published. I wrote it mostly for myself just because I like it.","Olga Matushkina","October 2011",2,206,174
31,"2018-02-27 21:56:15",Sick,4.42,"“I cannot go to school today,"" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more--that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I’m sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button’s caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, My ‘pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What’s that? What’s that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G’bye, I’m going out to play!” more Shel Silverstein","When children don’t want to do something, they come up with every excuse they can think of to get out of it. There are many kinds of sicknesses children try to convince their parents they have been afflicted with in order to get out of going to school. The character in this poem seems to have come down with every possible illness, but what happens when she realizes it’s not a school day? Shel Silverstein crafts a poem that will resonate with children and adults alike.","Shel Silverstein",,8,11389,1914
32,"2018-02-27 21:56:18",Snowball,4.33,"I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed. more Shel Silverstein","Shel Silverstein's (1930-1999) comedic genius is demonstrated in this short, funny poem that is sure to bring a smile to children of all ages and adults as well. Bonus pleasure points: If you're sharing this poem with a child be sure to catch the look on their face as they figure out why snowballs don't make good pets!","Shel Silverstein",,1,2576,237
33,"2018-02-27 21:56:20","Today The Teacher Farted",4.30,"Today the teacher farted. It was an awful smell. It was just like a rotting egg, Straight from the depths of hell! She tried to keep it secret By sitting in a group. But it was really obvious, When she said, ""Who did that poop?"" She screwed her bright, red face up And blamed it all on Claire. But later when I needed help, The stench was round her chair! She avoided my eye contact And ticked my work in green. But she knew that her body smells Were foul and quite obscene. I asked her what that smell was. She said she'd not a clue. I hope to God that eggy smell Was fart and not a poo! Today the teacher farted. My word, what had she ate? I'll always remember what she did, And now I'm thirty eight!","People think teachers are not human, so I thought I would show that they are, being a teacher myself now. They don't sleep in cupboards. They have homes and families and bodily functions! Kids will appreciate the humour!","Emma Briody","May 2014",9,2175,3772
34,"2018-02-27 21:56:27","Hug O' War",4.25,"I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins more Shel Silverstein",,"Shel Silverstein",,0,238,20
35,"2018-02-27 21:56:33","My Big Fat Cat",4.21,"I own a big fat cat- The fattest for miles around. Wherever there's lots of food, that's where he'll be found. He's really good at eating. It's a talent, I suppose. I'm sure if he keeps at it He'd win the talent shows. I own a big fat cat- He weighs at least a ton He couldn't run to save his life. Yes, he isn't much fun. His favourite room's the kitchen, (I'm sure we all know why). He eats just about everything, So that's why with a sigh... I'd like to tell you, Teacher, I'd like to tell you straight, I might have ""accidentally"" dropped My homework in his plate. more by Christian M. Mitewu","I am new to poetry (having only started last year), but I believe some of my work is quite good quality. Anyway, you be the judge.","Christian M. Mitewu","May 24, 2017",0,2781,360
36,"2018-02-27 21:56:38","When The World Turned Upside Down",4.20,"The day when the world turned upside down: when a frown became a smile and a smile became a frown. When the mice chased the cats the cats chased the dogs. The dogs laughed out loud at the pink and yellow frogs. When you went to bed in the daytime and got up at night. When birds caught the school bus and the cows took flight. When the moon came out in the middle of the day and all of the ocean's fish rolled around in the hay. When the children ruled the world and ice cream was for free and the elephants shrank to the size of a flea. When the grass rained lollipops up to the sky. When you wanted to laugh but could only cry. When magic beans were real and giants very small, you would eat spiders legs so you could creep up the wall. This all happened when the world turned upside down after I went to bed with a smile - not a frown.","I started writing humorous ditties for family and friends many years ago, but since having grandchildren, my desire changed to write humorous rhymes for them. As I write each one, another pops into my head (I currently have 2 on the go at the moment). I now have a small collection of poems.","Margaret A. Savage","February 2017",2,3543,788
37,"2018-02-27 21:56:43","Englksh Is A Pane",4.15,"Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write Hour teacher says, ""Heed my advice, ewe must study and sacrifice"" Butt if mouses are mice and louses are lice, how come blouses aren't blice The confusion really abounds when adding esses two nouns Gooses are geese, butt mooses aren't meese; somebody scent in the clowns Two ultimatums are ultimata, and a couple of datum are data Sew wouldn't ewe expect it wood bee correct fore a bunch of plums to be plata? And if more than won octopus are octopi, and the plural of ox is oxen Shouldn't a couple of busses bee bussi and a pare of foxes bee foxen? Let's talk about spelling a wile, specifically letters witch are silent Words like ""psychologist"" and ""wreck"" shirley make awl of us violent And another example quite plane witch is really hard two explain If it's eye before e except after sea, then what about feign and reign? The final exam will determine how eye due, weather eye pass ore fail I halve prepared as much as eye can down two the last detail I'm ready two give it my vary best inn just a little wile And then isle take a relaxing wrest on a tropical aisle more by Alan Balter","Hello, I am a retired university professor who had a fulfilling career, spanning 32 years at Chicago State University. Now, in retirement, I fill my time writing fiction, personal essays, and poetry. This keeps my brain cells firing and preserves the sanity of my dear wife. We live in Northbrook, Illinois, and enjoy six children, fourteen grandchildren, and extensive travel.","Alan Balter","October 4, 2017",1,516,74
38,"2018-02-27 21:56:49","Dirty Face",4.13,"Where did you get such a dirty face, My darling dirty-faced child? I got it from crawling along in the dirt And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt. I got it from chewing the roots of a rose And digging for clams in the yard with my nose. I got it from peeking into a dark cave And painting myself like a Navajo brave. I got it from playing with coal in the bin And signing my name in cement with my chin. I got if from rolling around on the rug And giving the horrible dog a big hug. I got it from finding a lost silver mine And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine. I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears And from having more fun than you've had in years. more Shel Silverstein","Shel Silverstein, who died in 1999, was a singer, song writer, poet and author of many children's books. ""Dirty Face"" is a fun poem to read for both children and adults. Silverstein reminisces fondly about the carefree childhood existence.","Shel Silverstein",,1,2377,811
39,"2018-02-27 21:56:51","Being Brave At Night",4.13,"The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three, An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. His trunk was wavin' in the air an' spoutin' jets of steam An' he was out to eat me up, but still I didn't scream Or let him see that I was scared - a better thought I had, I just escaped from where I was and crawled in bed with dad. One time there was a giant who was horrible to see, He had three heads and twenty arms, an' he came after me And red hot fire came from his mouths and every hand was red And he declared he'd grind my bones and make them into bread. But I was just too smart for him, I fooled him might bad, Before his hands could collar me I crawled in bed with dad. I ain't scared of nothin that comes pesterin' me at night. Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an' white. An' I just raced 'em round the room an' let 'em think maybe I'd have to stop an' rest awhile, when they could capture me. Then when they leapt onto my bed, Oh Gee! But they were mad To find that I had slipped away an' crawled in bed with dad. No giants, ghosts or elephants have dared to come in there 'Coz if they did he'd beat 'em up and chase 'em to their lair. They just hang 'round the children's rooms an' snap an' snarl an' bite An' laugh if they can make 'em yell for help with all their might. But I don't ever yell out loud. I'm not that sort of lad, I slip from out the covers and I crawl in bed with dad. more Edgar Guest","During the day children are busy and don't have time to waste worrying about silly monsters, but children lying in bed at night waiting to fall asleep have lots of time to worry about invading giants, ghosts or elephants. To a child's mind, sticking close to an all powerful parent is actually a really sensible survival strategy. Being Brave At Night is published in the book Rhymes Of Childhood (1924), a collection of poems by Edgar A. Guest about home, childhood and family.","Edgar Guest",,0,381,39
40,"2018-02-27 21:56:54","Halfway Down",4.11,"Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn't any Other stair Quite like It. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair Where I always Stop. Halfway up the stairs Isn't up And it isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head. It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead! more A. A. Milne","“Halfway Down” is a poem written from a child’s perspective about the special spot in the middle of the staircase. What makes it special is it’s not at the top or bottom, it’s not upstairs or downstairs. It’s in a place all its own. Children have a wonderfully unique way of looking at the world.","A. A. Milne",,1,2360,680
41,"2018-02-27 21:57:00","My Best Friend",4.26,"Black and white Thick and furry Fast as the wind Always in a hurry Couple of spots Rub my ears Always comes when his name he hears Loves his ball; it's his favorite thing What's most fun for him? Everything! Great big tongue that licks my face Has a crate, his very own space Big brown eyes like moon pies He's my friend till the very end!","My poem was written to describe the joy of my best friend. He, of course, is an animal, but sometimes that's best. Animals can't talk, but they listen. I have the greatest joy when I am with him.","Abby Jenkins","March 2011",8,2311,1114
42,"2018-02-27 21:57:05",Yip-Yip-Woof!,4.11,"Tiny Chihuahua Humongous Great Dane The difference between them Is really quite plain Feisty Chihuahua Will yap-yap and yip If he doesn't like you You may get a nip! Gentle Great Dane Has a powerful bite But never would nip you She's much too polite Great Dane finds the carpet A fine place to nap Chihuahua loves curling Right up in your lap Their owners would have Some cause for dismay If each dog behaved In the opposite way! visit Kristin Frederick's site","I was looking through my old poetry book from 6th grade and I found this one. I remember writing it like it was just yesterday. I wrote it because I always wanted a Chihuahua and a Great Dane. It describes what having a Chihuahua would be like, and what a Great Dane would be like. They are completely different dogs and the differences are clearly shown. It shows how each dog acts and things about it.","Kristin Frederick","October 2011",0,237,64
43,"2018-02-27 21:57:06","Glow Worm",4.05,"Oh, I wish I were a glow worm, for a glow worm's never glum, 'cause how can you be grumpy when the sun shines out your bum!","When I was little, I fell in love with glow worms, so I decided to write this, just for a laugh!","Taylor Russell","October 2011",0,567,1019
44,"2018-02-27 21:57:07","A Worm In My Pocket",4.03,"One rainy day on my way home from school, I found a big worm and thought it was cool. I picked up the worm with my bare hand, held it up high, thinking how grand! The worm was so cute and wiggled a lot. I put him in my pocket to show Mom what I'd caught. What will she say when I show her my find? Will she let me keep it? I hope she won't mind. Mom was in the kitchen when I showed her what I'd found. She screamed, ""No, way! Put it back in the ground!"" Now I'm so angry; she always says, ""No."" If she won't let me keep it, then I will just go! So me and my worm packed a sandwich or two, ran out the door, and down the street we both flew. We walked to the park and sat on a bench. I pulled out my worm and noticed a stench. He looked kind of floppy but wiggled a bit. I thought, ""Oh my Gosh, my worm is not fit!"" I laid him in the dirt and let him go free. I guess that my pocket was not the best place to be.","My family and I moved to Japan a little over two years ago from America. I am the mother of two, a daughter, age 9, and a son who just turned 7. Since coming to Japan, my son has become obsessed with all things that wiggle and crawl. I have seen things here that look like they came from outer space. He is constantly bringing home bugs to show me. One day, after playing at the park, he had filled his pant pocket with worms. Not knowing this, I proceeded to do a load of laundry. You can imagine my surprise when I opened the washer!","Jodee Samano","September 2008",3,1325,2242
45,"2018-02-27 21:57:12","Pet Porta Potty",4.02,"I took a walk in the city today to try to pass the time away. Saw lots of people walking too. Stepped right in a pile of doggy doo. I thought for a moment just what could be done to clean up the streets of doggie dung. Maybe I'll invent something really super, even finer than a pooper scooper. A port a potty for our four legged friends on every street corner where every road bends. Then I'll become famous for this awesome invention. At the monthly town meetings my name will be mentioned. They'll throw a big party and dance in the streets because never again will there be poop on our feet! more by Kathy J Parenteau","This is a cute little poem I wrote for my children when they were young. I hope you enjoy!","Kathy J Parenteau","April 2011",1,319,1300
46,"2018-02-27 21:57:19",Rabbits,3.89,"Nobody knows the rabbit's nose, the way it twitches, the way it goes. Nobody knows the rabbit's ears, the way it listens, the way it hears. Nobody knows the rabbit's toes, the way they hop the highs, the way they bounce the lows. I know the rabbit's eyes, the way they look, the way they despise. more by Shannon W.","I have to admit I did get some help from my sister.","Shannon W.","May 2013",0,417,281
47,"2018-02-27 21:57:25","Three Little Piggies",3.84,"I have three piggies who live in the shed they sleep in their food bowl and eat in their bed they drink lots of water which makes them go wee this usually happens while they are sitting on my knee!!!","this is a poem about my three little guinea pigs who I love an care for every day.",Paige,"October 2011",0,142,110
48,"2018-02-27 21:57:29","Fred's Wearing My Slippers",3.84,"I woke with a particular feeling I was floating on top of the ceiling, A little surprised when I opened my eyes at the sight my room was revealing. I saw thing I'd never seen I knew this must be a dream There on my bed was my dog Fred watching the TV screen. He was munching on chips and a coke I thought this must be a joke as he took a big slurp he let out a burp and I felt a big lump in my throat. He was wearing my slippers and pj's closed all the windows and shut all the shades It was clear to see he thought he was me as I stared at him shocked and amazed. My mom brought him breakfast in bed then kissed him on top of his head fried eggs and ham with strawberry jam that should have been me instead! Then I woke up trembling with fear while Fred was licking my ear I threw off the sheets and looked at my feet then thought to myself oh dear! Fred scratched at the door to go pee then turned and grinned at me when I looked at his paws The sight that I saw was more than I bargained to see. There before my eyes wearing my slippers with pride Fred's tail was wagging just like he was bragging and off he went outside! more by Kathy J Parenteau","I love to write funny poems for adults and children. I wrote this years ago for my children to enjoy. It also helped them enjoy reading. I hope you enjoy as well.","Kathy J Parenteau","August 2012",0,137,266
49,"2018-02-27 21:57:30","My Name Is Pearl",3.74,"Said the bunny to the squirrel, Are you a boy or a girl? The squirrel said to the bunny, I am a girl. Nice to meet you, my name is Pearl. Pearl said to the bunny, What is your name? I am also a girl, and our name is the same. Do you want to be friends? Indeed I do! I would love to be friends with you. We have the same name, and yet that is funny. We have the same name, and I'm not a bunny. Our name is Pearl, and we are both a girl. But only one of us is a squirrel.","I have written and published three books. I love to write about children, animals and best friends. I have written other books as well but have not had the opportunity to have them published. I am southern, and I write with a southern accent. The message that I am sending is that anyone can be friends with whomever you choose. Human or animal. Life would be lonely without a friend. My name is Becky Robbins, and this is one of 15 rhymes/poems in a book that I have named Rhymes with Reason.","Becky Robbins","April 2014",1,165,180
50,"2018-02-27 21:57:35","No More Pets!",3.71,"The dogs are barking at the door, but we can't let them in 'cause they pooped on the floor. It wasn't your average pile of poo. It was runny and wet and looked like beef stew. I tried to clean it with a paper towel but started to gag 'cause the smell was so fowl! I thought to myself just how can this be, cleaning up poopy is way worse than pee! So I made a vow no more pets 'cause this is a mess I won't soon forget! more by Kathy J Parenteau","Another funny little poem I wrote for my children when they were little. I think young and old alike can relate. Life is full of surprises.","Kathy J Parenteau","June 2013",0,85,191
51,"2018-02-27 21:57:37","A Prayer For Mama",4.65,"My dear sweet heavenly father I come to you today, with faith and hope I ask, send an angel Mama's way. I know her time is near and soon you'll take her home, to stroll across the streets of gold where other angels roam. It's hard to watch her suffer and slowly fade away, help me God to understand, give me strength I pray. She means so much to all of us, forgive me for my fears, life will never be the same without her presence here. My mother is my angel, she taught me how to love, and told me about you lord and heaven up above. When she crosses over and steps into the light, tell her that I love her and when the time is right. Meet me at the pearly gates where every thing's brand new, we'll walk across God's meadow lands where skies are always blue. Somewhere beyond the sunset every now and then, I pray she watches over me until we meet again. more by Kathy J Parenteau","My mother suffers from a very rare form of cancer. I wrote this to help ease the pain I'm feeling watching her suffer. She is not just a mom, she's my very best friend. She's never let me down. I believe in heaven and I know where she is going but it still doesn't make this any easier for me. I hope others facing a loss of a parent can read this and find comfort in knowing that life after life is real, heaven is real and one day we will all be together again. God bless.","Kathy J Parenteau","December 2011",9,1123,1333
52,"2018-02-27 21:57:42","God Can You Hear Me?",4.57,"My eyes fill with tears, And I could hardly see. This cancer is stealing my father, Slowly away from me. I can't stand to see him suffer, I pray his pain would go away. His light inside him fades a little more With every passing day. Please give him the courage To fight a little longer I feel so helpless now What can I do to help make him stronger? I can see it in his eyes It's like he wants to give in Cancer CAN be fought But you have to WANNA win Can't he see that we need him Shouldn't that be enough He has to think positive I know my dad is tough. I sit and think and think Until my head wants to explode Always the same question: why him? But the answer is still untold. I wish by some miracle His cancer would just disappear And I could have my father back And there would be no more fear God can you hear me? I never ask for much Would it be so wrong for me to ask That you give my dad your special touch? I'm not asking for money Or diamonds or even a pearl I'm simply asking you to help him fight Signed: daddy's little girl! more by Jamie Cirello","This was just how I felt the last few weeks of my Dad's battle with prostate cancer. I knew in my head that he was not going to get better, but my heart was telling me otherwise. I always had hope, but it soon ran out.","Jamie Cirello","May 2014",5,264,489
53,"2018-02-27 21:57:48","It's Ok To Go",4.53,"You were sick and tired and we all knew, that God would soon come to take you. You fought so hard, so very long, but through the pain, you stayed strong. We all knew there would come a day, when God would come to carry you away. It doesn't make it easier to say goodbye, and I try so hard not to cry. I can't help but feel defeated, or even maybe a little cheated. But how very selfish would I be, to hope and pray you could stay with me. So as you laid there tubes running to and fro, I had to tell you ""It's ok to go"". Say ""Hi"" to loved ones waiting on the other side. I know some day; you'll be there when I take that ride.","I wrote this when my father passed away after being ill for a long time. It reflects all the emotions I went through as I sat at his bedside and held his hand as he passed away.","Lori Daoust","April 2012",8,514,966
54,"2018-02-27 21:57:50","A Final Goodbye",4.53,"Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone. My body may die, but my soul will live on. Perhaps up to heaven, maybe eternity, or be reborn as another, when I am set free. Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone. I was a survivor since my first breath was drawn. I loved and was loved by animals and man, siblings, friends, and strangers since my life began. I was blessed with a father who taught me well, to live this life on earth as a heaven, not hell. A mother who taught me to stand on my feet, a faith that anchored me, all strangers to greet. If you fear dying, you'll not live a full life, as pain and dread will cut through like a knife. Live each day with joy while you're here on this earth; make each day count, with compassion and mirth. Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone, my body may die, but my soul will live on. I leave all of you with my love, and I pray that our souls will touch once again someday. more by Betty Janko","Do not be alarmed, I have many good years ahead. This poem was inspired by a PBS special on facing your own death. These are my own personal feelings, but it is in the hope that others can live life well and be able to face their own mortality when that day comes.","Betty Janko","July 2016",2,265,60
55,"2018-02-27 21:57:54","Mother's Illness",4.47,"So many thoughts I would like to say As I lie in silence another day People come, people go I am alone with my thoughts you know How did this disease come to be Why is everyone staring at me Why is my body not able to stand Everyone please do not give me your hand In my mind I still stand tall But my body takes over and I soon fall I am still the mother, and wife I will always be, But my body has taken my thoughts from me Please excuse my anger, and harsh words to you I still notice the kind things you do Capture a memory that will make you smile Hold it close to you for a while Soon I will leave you, but do not fear In your memory I will always be near","Comforting message from a dying mother to her family","Sherry L. DeBarge","February 2006",1,133,325
56,"2018-02-27 21:57:56","To Mommy - My Final Goodbye",4.47,"Sometimes I wish I could rewind my life, To think about all my actions one more time, And to think about all the people I hurt. I knew all the pain would one day come back to haunt me, And sure enough in the end it hit me. Like a knife to my heart, And a bullet to my brain, I finally felt the pain early morning that day. I knew I should have said good bye, But I didn't want to see you cry, I never knew I was going to die. I thought I'd be back, With plenty of time to pick up my slack. The accident, it wasn't my fault, The driver was drunk, With empty bottles in the trunk. He came from nowhere, With no idea where he would end, Not knowing he'd leave two young girls dead. He just wanted to have a little fun, No harm would be done. Now I lie here as my life passes me by, I don't even have the strength to cry. I see the face of my friend at my side, And think of her parents who would surely cry. Mommy, She didn't get to say goodbye, And neither did I. I want you to know my love for you was dear. Tell daddy that I love him, And tell that to my brothers, Scotty and Tim. To all who loved and all who cared, Thank you and goodbye. I can hear the sirens now, But my heart is filled with fear. It's too late, Death must be my fate. So I guess my life ends here, Please don't shed a tear. I love you very much and my heart you DID touch.","As a girl lies dying at the hands of drunk driver she thinks back at her life and all the things she wish she would have said.","Katie L. Ruggiero","February 2006",4,55,399
57,"2018-02-27 21:58:01","The Strength Of One Woman",4.36,"She played a different role in all our lives, a mother, a sister, and a grandmother, no matter what the love we have for her is one, ask anyone they'll tell you the same, she brought us joy when we had pain , the strength and love of one women held all of us together even more now then ever, she isn't physically here but we still feel her near in every step we take and every move we make, what she's giving to us no one can ever replace.","One woman leaves behind a legacy that will never be lost for she touched so many.","Glorimar Fontanez","February 2006",1,236,394
58,"2018-02-27 21:58:03","To My Daughter",4.33,"I just wanted you to know how much I wanted to be there to watch you grow. Do the things a daddy does with you, But God had other plans I am so sorry I was so sick the last year, that we didn't get quality time to share. But I want you to know I will always be watching over you as you grow, Just remember I love you and if you need me ask God in your prayers to send your angel and I will be there.","I wrote this poem the day before my son (33) passed away with cancer, leaving behind his, at that time, 2 year old daughter","Debra Denslow","January 2011",2,28,61
59,"2018-02-27 21:58:07",Death,4.31,"Death...I know you're always with us, Wandering discretely in the background. Watching...waiting...biding your time, Ignored, for you make no sound. You have no hidden agenda, Your work is known by everyone. Despised and hated by many, But a blessing and saviour for some. You know I look for you in the shadows, I am intrigued as to what I will see. Is the face of Death torture? Or is it the face that sets you free? For in Death there is no more pain, No more heartache, no more sorrow. No more dark clouds to darken your day, No more praying for a better tomorrow. So yes, Death, when you call on me, Into your arms I will run. I will gladly lay my head on your chest, For in this world... I am done.","After losing a friend to a motorcycle accident and also at the age of 46 had the worst luck with relationships, I was feeling pretty miserable (only for the day - I'm a tough cookie) and this is just what came out. My first poem since I was about 16.","Wallii M","April 2015",3,165,174
60,"2018-02-27 21:58:08","Don't Give Up",4.30,"When I looked into your eyes I saw you looking straight back at me. As we stared into each others eyes it was like some how, some way we were thinking the same thing. I was thinking that I'm scared for you. As I looked into your pale eyes, and I saw your helpless body lying in the hospital bed getting weaker and weaker.. Thinking to myself I don't want to lose you. You're like my best friend, without you there's no reason to go on. But as I stood and we looked into each others eyes. It was like you were telling me there is a reason to go on. You have friends and most of all family who care so much about you. And don't think of me as gone, just think of me as in the next room. As I stood there and watched your helpless body fade away, I stood and thought to myself you are right.. The only problem is when I go into the next room you're not there in person, you're there in spirit.","The author watches someone close to her fade away in a hospital bed. Looking into her eyes, she experiences an epiphany. She soon will not be with me in body, but she will be with me in spirit.","Alexandria Wall","February 2006",0,31,116
61,"2018-02-27 21:58:10","For My Daddy",4.63,"Have you seen my Daddy? I don't know where he's gone Sometimes it hurts so much I can't seem to carry on. I hear he doesn't look quite the same He doesn't need much rest The IV and medications are all gone In fact, he looks his best Is he playing tag with his parents? In that place way up high? Or is he napping in God's garden Where the beautiful in hammocks lie? Some say he is always watching I hope this to be true And that one day he'll return to me And say, ""I've come for you"" Have you seen my Daddy? I imagine he's doing okay Though it hurts to know I can't call him every day. I really miss my Daddy I wasn't ready to say goodbye It will never be the same Years from now, I know I'll cry I bet God is with my Daddy Wrapped up in His arms Sheltered from all illness and sorrow Keeping him from harm I bet he sees us mourning But would want us to smile And tell us our time apart Is only a little while I'll never quite understand Why your time here was so small But you said you'll always be there To catch me when I fall I miss you so much Daddy But I hope and pray That when it's my time you'll come for me I'll see you again someday I guess it was meant to be That your work here on Earth was done Now your life in paradise Has only just begun Tears that I weep and prayers Will hopefully travel very far To reach my loving daddy Sitting among the stars In loving memory of my hero, Abelardo C. Caburnay 1946-2013","My Daddy was a brave man who fought his multiple medical conditions courageously throughout the years. From Type I Diabetes, respiratory failure, kidney failure, congestive heart failure, fungal pneumonia (blastomycosis), cataracts, arthritis, neuropathy, peripheral vascular disease, to suffering a major and minor heart attack. He had a triple bypass in 2002, a life-saving procedure in 2012, and was a dialysis patient for nearly 8 years. He was a man of humor, kindness, and humility.","Christina Caburnay","January 2014",25,1110,1286
62,"2018-02-27 21:58:13","Let Go Dad, Give In",4.58,"My darling Dad, you suffered More than we could bear to see. ""Please let go, Dad; give in. Your soul then can be free."" The morphine never touched you. You would cry out loud with pain. ""Please let go, Dad; give in."" Yet you fought and fought again. ""I'm scared to leave your Mother,"" You had said the week before. ""Please let go, Dad; give in."" But you stayed to fight some more. ""I think the cancer's winning."" It was true, Dad, and you knew. ""Please let go, Dad; give in,"" And finally we got through. A silent tear fell down your cheek As you now took you last. You let go, Dad; you gave in. Your life then came to pass. I've cried a million teardrops And then a million more. My heart is just so shattered. My soul is on the floor. When I am back within your arms And I feel your warm embrace, ""Don't let go, Dad; hold me, keep me Your baby girl forevermore.""","My dad passed away earlier this year. He had a brain tumor and was on the gurney going to surgery when he suffered a massive heart attack. He was brought back by shock and CPR, spent 10 days in ICU, had multiple organ failure, and was on life support but fought back. Dad came back to us, had 6 weeks for his heart to get strong enough to try and remove the tumor, but a scan showed it was now too big and too late. He suffered 3 further painful months.","Denise N. Thorndale","January 16, 2018",1,83,45
63,"2018-02-27 21:58:16","Goodbye Dad",4.57,"It's never the right time To say goodbye. I will miss you, Dad, And here is why. You taught me so much: To show no fear, To always have fun, And face the day with cheer. You were always so able, So fast and so strong. In your little girl's eyes You could do no wrong. You would always listen, And you never pried. You were the arms around me When I cried. You never looked for praises, And you were never one to boast. You were always there For those you loved the most. You worked so hard, And those strong working hands Led me through life And helped me understand That life can be hard, And tough, and sad, But through it all I had my Dad. And because of you, I understood That life was actually Pretty good. I believe in you And will follow your path, And when things go wrong, I'll look back and laugh. I hope you can hear me So I can let you know That you were and will forever Be my superhero. So yes, today I am full of sorrow, But I will smile a little more With each tomorrow. So please, Dad, go Be at rest And know to me You were always the best. I love you so much and miss you every day! xxx","My dad recently died from pancreatic cancer. It was a very short time from diagnosis to his final breath, and not once through all the complications he suffered did he complain. Even his final hours were quiet and drama free, just like the man he was. He was a man who worked hard, never bemoaning life, always accepting how things were and enjoying the moment. He taught me a lot about what matters and how to just be happy. He is missed every day.","Leanne Brady","January 2017",7,2174,481
64,"2018-02-27 21:58:21","Mya's Wish",4.54,"Dear God, My name is Mya Hailey Garcia, and I live here on Earth, and as far as I've been told, whatever I want, I should ask you first. I really don't know much about you, only what I've heard grown up's say, they say you're something really magical, and whenever I'm sad, you'll make it go away. ""Well, if you can really hear me, there's something I want to discuss, but promise you won't tell my mommy, just keep it, between the two of us, I've been feeling a strange pain inside, almost every single day, it all started about a month ago, when my Daddy went away. They said that you took him far away, to a very special place, they said I shouldn't cry or worry, cause someday, I'll see my Daddy's handsome face, I don't care what they say, they don't know what's in my heart, all I know is that my Daddy is gone, and it's tearing me apart. Okay, let me take a deep breathe, and tell you what I want to say, just be a little patient with me, I'm just learning how to pray, I want to make a deal with you, and I hope that I'm not misunderstood, I want you to give my Daddy back to me, and I promise, to always be good, I know that sometimes I don't listen and I can behave very bad, but I promise to stop now, if you let me see my Dad, I miss him so very much, I just don't know what to do, I want to hug him, kiss him, play with him, and wait for him after school, what about when Christmas comes, who will buy my toys? What about when I get to high school, who will keep me safe from bad boys? If you can really hear me, can you help me? cause I don't understand, how can my Daddy be here with me one day, and the next, his life is in your hands? Who told you that you can have him? Did you ever think of me? Did you ever think of Mommy, and how lonely, she would be? I don't mean to yell at you, or disrespect you, in any kind of way, I'm just feeling very hurt and angry, cause my Daddy's gone away! What was that you said? I think I hear you speak, You say my Daddy is in a beautiful place, where only good people meet, You say that you'll watch over him, as he watches over me. You say you'll never leave him alone, and by his side, you'll always be? ""Well"", if that's the case, I guess it will be alright, that Daddy spends some time with you, until we reunite. Although it's still not clear to me, the reason why he's gone, I feel a little better now, knowing that he is safe in your arms, ""ok"", it's getting pretty late, and I want to go to sleep, but there's just one wish I want to make, and I pray you grant it just for me, I know that it's impossible, you give me Daddy back, right now, but could you make it summertime again, when my Daddy was still around. Amen, Love Mya",,"Nancy Wright","July 2008",68,96,1678
65,"2018-02-27 21:58:26","Dear Pop",4.53,"Once you had told me When you were gone I'd pick up the pieces I would go on But you forgot to mention One tiny detail Somethings aren't easy And sometimes I might fail There's times when the world Seems to rest on my shoulders Not another year wiser Just another year older I try to recall All you had to teach I probably seemed to Be way out of reach Hold your head high And always be strong Never let it show when Things are going wrong Have a firm hand But a gentle touch Use force as a tool Never a crutch Bite your lip Before you cry Always tell the truth And never tell a lie Be a good man Take care of your nest Always be sure To do your best Be hard to shove Stick out your chest You can always love But never go through the test Of your family, and yourself Always be proud Be a leader Never follow the crowd Teach you girls goodness And your boys to be strong Let them know, any road Worth taking may be long Thank God everyday For all that he gives you Follow him always In everything you do Take some advice Only when needed But use your own mind That's how things get succeeded I realize now how Right you were Everyday seems to get harder Every year is a blur An old man giving lectures Is all I had thought There were lessons to learn And lessons to be taught I grasped one here I grasped one there As you lectured and preached While you sat in your chair I never realized You were on my side Even when you Tanned my hide I wish I would've listened More when you were alive But with all you've left me I have learned to survive I'm thanking you now Even though its too late And hopefully I'll see You at Heaven's great gate Love, Your Son more by Michelle Selby","I wrote this poem for men who don't know how to say good bye to their father who has past away.","Michelle Selby","November 2010",0,281,328
66,"2018-02-27 21:58:28","My Dad My Angel",4.52,"Your battle is now over, no more tears flowing down your cheek, no more pain, no more suffering, now you are no longer weak. I still do not understand why this had to happen to you, but I am proud to say you are my dad, the greatest man I ever knew. Although you will not be here to walk me down the aisle, when that day comes I know you will be by my side with a smile. You were always there for me and never once made me cry, until the day you closed your eyes and had to say goodbye. Now you are my Angel, so spread your wings out wide, please wrap them around me whenever you see me cry. Our time together was memorable and God took you way too fast, But the most precious thing to me was you being there for my first breath, and me being there for your last. more by Jamie Cirello","This is a poem I wrote after my father passed away from prostate cancer. I miss him dearly, only been gone 8 months and it hurts everyday.","Jamie Cirello","December 2010",102,1001,2232
67,"2018-02-27 21:58:34","The Gift God Gave Me Was You",4.49,"I will never say goodbye to you my Father because I know this is not the end for us to see each other. You will only be going to a place where there's no pain nor suffering. I am happy for you, for you will be with God. For now we need to go in separate ways. I remember how your arms hold me and give me strength. You were always there to listen, love, and defend me in everything. You were my very best friend. In my triumphs you were always proud. I'm very grateful and proud to call you my dad. Here deep inside my heart you'll always be. I would give up everything I have just to hug you one more time. I remember the last time I held your hand and how you looked at me in the eyes. If only I could turn back the time I would have never let you go. I felt the world stop and my heart stop beating when they told me you were gone....... How I wish I was only dreaming. Just like the rain; tears fell down from my eyes, I couldn't speak for awhile. Thank you Dad.... For always understanding, listening, caring, and loving me your whole life. The greatest gift God gave me was YOU........ my Dad... It's difficult to let you go but I must... I must return the gift God gave me... Till then; See you in Heaven......... visit Lea Gomez's site",,"Lea Gomez","August 2008",59,703,1775
68,"2018-02-27 21:58:38","As My Tear Softly Falls",4.49,"And he puts his boat in the water for the last time A tear will fall for the last time I wipe the tears from my face with your old shirt for the last time I cry about the last time I said goodbye to you More then oceans separate us More then continents themselves But in my heart you will remain Along with everything you taught me Memories seep from my veins Vivid pictures of you lay softly in the back of my mind But you now rest in the arms of the angels Everyday I wish you were here to hold me in your arms And comfort me threw every obstacle in life And such a thought brings me weeping on my knees And everyday I picture you I remember you And everyday I struggle with the reality that you're gone And with that struggle I make it threw another day Everything happens for a reason Yours was to build me up And no one can ever tear me down You taught me all you could in your short time with me And now my only job is to remember and never forget Rain is nothing but tears to me Tears from a man who wasn't good at sharing his emotions Although going on without you upsets me Everything reminds me I'm not afraid to cry I pretend to be ok everyday And it's always hard to deal with the pain of loosing you And force that smile when it just won't come. The wake comes off the bow The anchor is reeled in Another tear softly falls for him","After my dad died I was inspired to write this as a way to explain my feelings since his death.","Breton Delayne White","November 2008",8,86,341
69,"2018-02-27 21:58:39","Not Ready For Goodbye",4.49,"I'm not ready for goodbye, Nor so long or see ya later. Not ready for the end, Not ready for this reality. I'm not ready for this life, one without you in it. I'm not ready for your goodbye. maybe someone else's, anyone else's, just not yours, never ever yours. Death doesn't become of you, It isn't your best color, So could they change the prognosis, Tell me it was just a mistake, Just another misdiagnosis. Please remind me you are indestructible, just like we always used to believe, Tell me you are still my guardian, And still going to be living. Please tell me daddy, You will still always be my best friend. Please tell me you will never leave me, And you will be here till the end. Tell me I'm having a nightmare, And I will wake up in the morning, With all these things being nothing but another forgotten dream. Tell me you will always love me, And stay with me, My selfishness wants you to always stay by my side. Knowing that you are going to be gone, Won't make your leaving any easier. I love you too much daddy, Infinity and Beyond.","My dad was diagnosed with cancer October 19, 2008. I wrote this poem within the next few days after finding that out. This is the poem I read at his funeral. He died December 3, 2008. Everyday without him is like hell on earth. I love him more than I ever thought I could love someone. He was my best friend. My brother (19) and I (16) never thought we would have to live without him, now we have to try. Some days, it hurts so much we just cant take it...","Megan Adams","December 2008",36,153,703
70,"2018-02-27 21:58:43","Letting You Go",4.49,"my one true rock a shoulder in which I could rely for whenever I was angry or when I needed a good cry. you were the strongest man that I had ever knew but when I saw you in that hospital bed your feet were turning so blue. ""there's no chance"" the doctor would say no matter what we could do we could not make you stay. unresponsive, unable to speak, unable to feel anything but pain everything that they could do would all be in vain. ""stop the test"" we ordered ""keep him as comfortable as can be"" as hard as it was for us we had to set him free. the next two days slowly drifted by all that I could do was hold your hand and cry. for here is this man the strongest man I ever knew and I couldn't figure out how I'd survive in this crazy world without you. and as you took your final breathes tears formed in your eyes for as hard as it was for us it was hard for you to say goodbye. God said it was your time so you slowly picked your hands up and held them to the sky you took your final breathes and just like that.....you were gone. I know you're with mom now dancing and being free and when we get to Heaven we will all get to see. see you and your smiling face laughing, and walking pain free we'll get to say our I love you's we'll be as happy as can be. until then I'll miss your more and more each day no matter what I do the world is a far lonelier place without you. I love you daddy and I'll miss you more than you'll ever know as much as this hurts me----I'm letting you go.","I wrote this poem right after my dad died. He was only 56 years old, but he became very ill and we had to make the decision to let him go. He was my best friend, and I will always miss him!","Emily Guthrie","May 2012",4,126,249
71,"2018-02-27 21:58:44","Seasons Of Grief",4.63,"Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf, From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief? How can I go on or find a way to be strong? Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song? Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark. Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone; Hungering for more of the light it had shone. Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me, Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea? How can I fill the void and deep desperate need To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed? Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place; Remembering the laughter and all you would do, Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you. Shall spring's cheerful flowers bring life anew And allow me to forget the agony of missing you? Will spring's burst of new life bring fresh hope And teach my grieving soul how to cope? Sometimes I'll read a treasured card you had given me And each word's special meaning makes me see, The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive, And I realize you'd never want to see me grieve. Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light, And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight? Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away, And show me a clear path towards a better day? When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace, I know that death and heaven brought you release; I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea, And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me. For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth, There'll be days I'll miss your merriment and mirth, And sometimes I'll sadly long for all the yesterdays; Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways. Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me, And the good things in life you've helped me to see; Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain, Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again. more by Belinda Stotler","My sister, Brenda, was my best friend and I loved her with my whole heart. She died suddenly at age 50 from a blood clot caused by emergency surgery that she should have never had to undergo. She died 3 days after my birthday on 11/09/2007 and I found her when I went to change her bandages. The shock and grief was unbearable at times, and I cried everyday the first year afterwards. I miss her and think of her every day. Poetry helped me and I hope my poem helps others.","Belinda Stotler","February 2012",11,1418,709
72,"2018-02-27 21:58:46",Sometimes,4.57,"Sometimes I catch a glimpse, In softened waves of blue, My child, my heart ...when I see a smile, I can't help but think of you. Sometimes these waves fill oceans. And feelings string on every shore, A collections of each memory And every way I wish for more. Sometimes I watch for answers Because each day I call to you. I ask for faith and courage And strength...to help me through. Sometimes I ask for bravery Like dolphins in the deep, Because time moves oh so slowly, And sometimes the road is steep. Sometimes I want to scream. This was not what I had planned. Why you ever suffered, A mom can't understand. Sometimes I hear your laughter And remember you at play, But My Child I always miss you. Not sometimes, but every day. visit Colleen Ranney's site","I wrote a poem in response to a request from a mother who lost her child. Since then I have decided to share it with any parent out there who has lost a child. May this bring comfort to you","Colleen Ranney","January 2012",29,556,1070
73,"2018-02-27 21:58:50","This Basket Of Burdens",4.54,"My Basket of burdens Is filled with the grief of my loss It is so heavy to carry Although this road I must cross. This pathway through life Feels unbearable at times And I don't have the strength For this mountain I climb. The Basket's filled with sorrow Oh, how I miss my love At first, It's impossible to carry, Where is my help from above? It's draining my strength I can't do anymore This pain goes so deep Right down to my core. As I carry this Basket I'll learn to manage the weight Each step of the way Will become easier they say. But how do they know, Have they been here before? If so, where's their Basket They're responsible for? This Basket of burdens You can't see and can't touch I carry it inside me This pain is too much. Patience is needed to carry This loss that I feel A shoulder to lean on So, someday I will heal. God sent my family My friends and spirits unknown So, I won't carry this Basket For-ever alone Someday, I'll lay down my Basket With burdens' no more My pain will be gone When, I cross through that door Then I'll know reason For my Basket of Burdens How God showed me His grace When I couldn't cope with the season Love and support that He gave When His presence felt unknown He was with me each step When I felt so alone","I have experience so much loss in the past few years. My mother, sister, grandmother, sister-in-law, niece and grandchild and dealing with the grief is so difficult at times and feels like it is just too hard to bear. I want others to know that they are not alone in their pain and my faith has helped me get through all of this.",Debbie,"March 2010",7,278,415
74,"2018-02-27 21:58:53","How We Survive",4.53,"If we are fortunate, we are given a warning. If not, there is only the sudden horror, the wrench of being torn apart; of being reminded that nothing is permanent, not even the ones we love, the ones our lives revolve around. Life is a fragile affair. We are all dancing on the edge of a precipice, a dizzying cliff so high we can't see the bottom. One by one, we lose those we love most into the dark ravine. So we must cherish them without reservation. Now. Today. This minute. We will lose them or they will lose us someday. This is certain. There is no time for bickering. And their loss will leave a great pit in our hearts; a pit we struggle to avoid during the day and fall into at night. Some, unable to accept this loss, unable to determine the worth of life without them, jump into that black pit spiritually or physically, hoping to find them there. And some survive the shock, the denial, the horror, the bargaining, the barren, empty aching, the unanswered prayers, the sleepless nights when their breath is crushed under the weight of silence and all that it means. Somehow, some survive all that and, like a flower opening after a storm, they slowly begin to remember the one they lost in a different way... The laughter, the irrepressible spirit, the generous heart, the way their smile made them feel, the encouragement they gave even as their own dreams were dying. And in time, they fill the pit with other memories the only memories that really matter. We will still cry. We will always cry. But with loving reflection more than hopeless longing. And that is how we survive. That is how the story should end. That is how they would want it to be. more by Mark Rickerby","Poems are like children. We create them and they feel very personal to us, but then they travel outward, interact with others, and take on a life of their own. My brother died in 1997 at the age of 38. I wrote a poem about my own grieving process and sent it to a few friends who had also suffered losses. They sent it around and, to my surprise, it started to travel around the Internet a little. I have received some very touching emails from people telling me the poem gave them some peace after the loss of a loved one. There is no greater feeling than that - knowing that some little words I wrote in my hour of darkness helped someone else find some comfort in theirs. I hope it helps you, too.","Mark Rickerby","August 2008",20,561,713
75,"2018-02-27 21:58:54","One Year Less",4.52,"There is no word, no label, no identifying moniker, I am not a widow, not an orphan, not childless, But one child less. One less open laugh and little boy giggle, One less challenging tete-a-tete; One less artful, winking manipulation, One less word of comfort, one less grateful hug. One less chance to embrace a daughter; One less new life to carry your eyes, your chin, your grin, your name, No one word for the pain, the longing, the brevity Of a life meant for living; an old soul meant to grow older than mine; Would there be any one price too high, any sacrifice too great, For one more moment, one more breath, one more warm touch; I grasp desperately and sense the closeness - the ONE just at the fingertips of my heart and mind, Only to realize again and again and again, There is no ""One"" - you are gone and I am - less. more by Cheryl McDonald",,"Cheryl McDonald","March 2010",24,194,396
76,"2018-02-27 21:58:57","My Mask",4.50,"Every morning I wake up and put on a mask. The mask makes everything seem all right, But they don't know I cry at night. The nightmares just won't go away. If only I knew it was your last day. For six years I've felt this pain. The feeling just won't go away. Everyone thinks I've dealt with your death the best, But without this mask I'd be a mess. more by Ellie Nazza","Three people who were very close to me and my family suddenly died. I felt like I had to help my family get through this and be positive, so I pretended to be happy and never told anyone how I felt, and now 6 years later I'm still crying most nights because I've never properly dealt with their death, and still nobody knows. This is also my first ever poem and I'm only a kid, so take that into consideration when you read it. :)","Ellie Nazza","June 2011",5,176,336
77,"2018-02-27 21:59:01","Grieving For A Loved One",4.50,"I shed a tear, I feel quite numb another loss, thoughts of a dearly beloved one they say ""time heals"", give it a while remember all the happy times and smiles and for a while it's true, I smile and laugh enjoy my life, forget about the past but reality shows it's ugly face, brings back all the pain you've really only blocked it out, nothing much been gained You surround yourself with photo's, and little treasured items in an attempt to keep them close, raw withheld emotions but still they seem so far away nothing really brings them back feeling so alone I pray let me off this one way track I would prefer to join them, than to go through all this again it makes you wonder who'll be next? these feelings make you cold and drained Though you hope that they are well not one person can really tell but what brings a little piece of mind is all the others they've left behind remember that we're all the same all our lives have changed even though in different ways we've got one common bond each one of us has loved and lost this special person left, and gone here we are, all brought together parents, siblings, friends and lovers it's time to say our last goodbyes as they make their way, up to the skies for some that might be it over and complete but not for me, oh no this still goes on, this sorry show the memories still live on ""it gets easier"" . . . . but they're wrong all it takes is just one thought for these feelings to surface, still so fraught some say they understand been there, seen it, all first hand but how could they possibly feel what I do? for they never even knew you because you were one in a million one of those shining stars that's why I feel so troubled with deep and wounded scars each time I lose a loved one a part of me dies too they each take a piece of my heart when that time comes for us to part I wonder if that's when my time will come when there's nothing left to take with the fading of the sun, no reason to stay awake","In losing 3 people dear to me in very quick succession I've found it hard to get back into 'reality'. People expect after a while for you to move on from it, but there is no time limit on grief. To try and help me move on I've looked up some poems and there's such beautifully written work out there it gave me the feeling that I'm not alone in my feelings which gave me the push to try and write something myself. Grief is personal but is also there to be shared with others feeling the same.","Carolynn F","May 2013",3,195,276
78,"2018-02-27 21:59:06","A Lost Family Tree",4.48,"Sometimes I crawl Into my skin To lose myself From the world Disconnect myself from my family tree Searching the mean streets For a mother's intuition Going home to a newborn Crying for my attention I got lost in the adoption agency Lost my child's daddy DYFS lost my baby Cried so much Lost my vision The pink bundle taken Hurt so bad I couldn't witness Keep it or leave it Abandon, adoption, abortion The ultimate ultimatum Lost my mother To her only hope, dope She lost herself In the melodies Of street pharmacy remedies A shoulda,coulda,woulda Waiting for sidewalk doctors To pass out plastic bag prescriptions Take drugs or have drugs take me Sniff or needle Die high or low The ultimate ultimatum Lost my father To a jail cell So focused to right He did wrong Lost his last appeal And then his mind So young yet so old Lost his wisdom Killed himself Murder victim of the Correctional system Jail or Suicide This cell or hell Wrong or right 25 years to life The ultimate ultimatum Lost my brother To a color So stuck in the gang He was stitched into the fabric Woven into a web Of forced respect Not even a truce Could knock his gang intellect Lost in criminal knowledge Can't help what the Streets had taught him Stolen purses and snatched wallets Nothing but a lost bullet Not meant to hit him A young soul gone Lost to a funeral home Red or blue Do or die Kill or be killed The ultimate ultimatum My sister been lost Sold her body On every street For so cheap But her daddy was a deadbeat So she gave of herself so easily Walking the streets for love Until the AIDS disease Hugged Her soul No medicine Could replenish her back to whole Lost in the reaping of what she sowed Her body owed Safe sex or one of 2 million infected Not knowing or getting tested Waiting to die or dying to wait AIDS epidemic Lost my whole family Better yet a society Lost without morals Values and respect Old souls who h","A whole family lost, each on their separate journeys to a sad and separate death.","Moneisha S. Madden","February 2006",2,18,107
79,"2018-02-27 21:59:11","My Dad",4.46,"Do you know how it feels to lose someone? How you go through grief and pain? I know how that feels, and how it feels to always live in rain. I remember it like it was yesterday, how I stood by my dad's side. And how I couldn't bare to look at him, but all I did was cry. I knew I couldn't help him, I couldn't fix his pain. I couldn't stop myself from crying, I couldn't help him in anyway. I wanted to help my dad, but they said it was to late. How could it have come to this, to this horrible fate. My dad was loving, he was a caring guy. Maybe he wasn't perfect, but he didn't cheat, steal or lie. I loved my dad, I loved him with all my heart. But there was nothing I could do, It was too late from the start. They said they caught it too late, there was nothing they could do. But just let him pass on, it was hard but it was true. It's been almost a year, It doesn't feel like it's been that long. And it still hurts, but he's now where he belongs. No matter what happens, he'll always be loved. Until the day I die, and I join him up above. He's up there somewhere with God, He's in his rightful place. And even though I want him back, It's a tragedy I have to face. Sometimes at night, I cry myself to sleep. But through the year of darkness, the depression I'll have to defeat. His love, is what keeps me hanging on. Love is a strong word, Because it's kept me alive this long. But there is one more thing, that I have to say. My dad's love will go on and on, and he's in my heart to stay. more by Desiree Kimbrue","This poem is about a girl losing her dad and getting over the depression","Desiree Kimbrue","November 2007",38,55,499
80,"2018-02-27 21:59:15","You Live Daddy",4.45,"I stand alone with you in my mind Your words taught me how to survive Your strength never let me down Now you're gone I won't disappoint you daddy But my tears will remain in my eyes My heart will hurt forever Sorry I never told you what you deserved You cared for me and I took you for granted You live alive in my heart Thank you for loving me from the start","A daughter lets her dad know just how she feels, after his passing to the other side.","Tessie M. Santiago","February 2006",9,21,170
81,"2018-02-27 21:59:17","Missing Mama",4.62,"I awake each morning to start a new day But the pain of losing you never goes away. I go about the things I have to do And as the hours pass I think again of you. I want to call you and just hear your voice Then I remember that I have no choice For you are not there and now my heart cries Just to see you again to tell you goodbye To say Mama I love you and I always will And hope that much of you, in me you've instilled. The day that you left I just didn't know That you were going where I couldn't go. And now all my memories of you are so dear But gosh, how I miss you and wish you were here. Who now can hear me when I need to cry? It so hard to tell you ""Mama goodbye."" Someday I know all will be well And I'll see you again with stories to tell Of how you were missed and how we have grown And how good it is to finally be home. Until then my memories of you I'll keep near And I'll pass them on to those who are dear. I miss you Mama, Claudia more by Claudia Lee","I was blessed to have my beautiful mother for 58 years of my life. She was diagnosed with lung cancer February 14, 2008 and went to be with Jesus September 26, 2008. She was the kind of mother who lived for her children, grandchildren & whoever needed her. She was loved and is missed dearly by everyone who knew her.","Claudia Lee","November 2008",90,932,1873
82,"2018-02-27 21:59:20","One More Day",4.62,"I wish for nothing more Than just one more day, For I would give it all, Just to hear her say. It's funny how In life it seems You take for granted The most important things. To feel her close, And be safe again, Safe from my own self, Back with my best friend. Yes, she was the best, And at other times the only, My Friend, you left me here, And now my heart is lonely. If you could just come back, If only for one day, I'd make sure that I'd listen To all you had to say. And now that it's too late, You cannot speak anymore. I finally realized, I should have heard you before. And if I could do it over, I'd only change one thing, I'd tell you that I love you, And how much joy to me you bring. No one will ever know Quite how I feel inside, And on that day you left, You weren't the only one who died. You have always been there, Mom, And you loved me 'til the end, So with all my heart and soul, I love you too, My Friend. more by Mistique M. Hart","My mom was my best friend, and at times, my only friend. She passed away about 2 and a half years ago, and I miss her more each and every day.","Mistique M. Hart","April 2015",35,2312,2027
83,"2018-02-27 21:59:23","I'm Here",4.61,"Sleep now, my angel, and rest your eyes. Mommy must say her last goodbyes. Please don't be sad, and please don't cry. Mommy will give you the wings to fly. If you don't want to say goodbye, Mommy will watch you and stand by your side. Life is not fair, but please understand Mommy's not far, I'm holding your hand. I'll kiss you goodnight, chase monsters away, Warm up your heart on a cold winter day, Be the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair. I'm never too far, I'm standing right there. My time spent with you will long be a treasure Of infinite leagues no ruler could measure. Mommy must go, it's time to fly. Take a deep breath and let out a sigh. Live out your life and bid me farewell. Find in your heart the strength to excel. Your future is bright, you'll go far, my dear. Don't get too sad, don't worry. I'm here. more by James P. Graham","I'm 17 years old, and my mom passed away last year on Mother's Day. I wrote a poem about her that I read to my 3-year-old little sister. I just want her to know how amazing her mom was.","James P. Graham","January 2016",10,835,768
84,"2018-02-27 21:59:28","You Mattered To Me",4.59,"You lived your life thinking that no one cared You thought you were all alone, your heart feeling tattered I am here to tell you that you were wrong 'Cause you see - Mom - to me you mattered I loved you when you were angry and mean I loved you when you were kind as could be I loved you not just because I had to I loved you because you mattered to me It hurts to know that now you're gone And never will your face again I see I hurt not because I am supposed to I hurt because you mattered to me I have to live on each day without you It doesn't get easier as it is supposed to be I feel the loss of you to my very soul Because you see - Mom - you mattered to me Your touch, your smile, your funny wit The times it was just you and me I will miss you, Mom, with all my heart 'Cause you still matter to me... more by Ruth Morris","Here is another poem I wrote in an attempt to try to make myself feel better after losing my mother in June of 2009. I can't seem to get the words out that I have in my heart.","Ruth Morris","September 2015",18,802,586
85,"2018-02-27 21:59:34","No Goodbyes",4.58,"Oh Father, can you hear me? I'm sending a prayer your way, I'm clutching hard to my faith, as mom taught me, As she draws closer to you each day. I talk to her in whispers, And I hope she hears me pray, I hope you send an angel To guide her towards your way. I continue to tell her I love her And thank her for all the sacrifices she has made And for the unconditional love, No matter what kind of behavior I displayed. Mom, can you hear me? I have so much more to say. I will continue on with your legacy. I hope I can be as strong as you one day. You taught me the importance of family. I have learned from the very best. Don't you worry yourself now, Mom, You keep yourself at rest. I'm sorry if I'm selfish. I'm not ready to let go of your hand. I'm trying to remember the message From ""Footprints In The Sand."" Dear Mom, can you please wake up? I have not heard your voice today. I promise I would sit and listen To everything you want to say. I know you are getting weary. You are ready to go home. I imagine you are dreaming of your Savior Sitting upon his throne. I hope you take my love with you, As tears fall on your cheek. Dear God, please carry me through this, I'm feeling very weak. Dear Mom, I'm very thankful For all the years we've had. I'm trying to remember you laughing So I will not stay so very sad. Through the rest of my life I will carry All your love with me. I promise I will be the best mom, grandmother and person That I can possibly be. God must think your time is almost done here. I feel you going away, I love you, Mom. No goodbyes. I will see you again one day. . more by Annette R. Hershey","My mother was the strongest woman I knew. At 87 years old, she suffered a major stroke. Her left side of her brain bled. One day later, a massive heart attack. Two months later, another major stroke, but her memory was not affected. She was able to communicate and survived almost another 11 months. She and my dad were married 68 years. My dad and my sisters and brother sat bedside until she died. I held my mom's hand while she took her last breath. I wrote this at her bedside and read it to her.","Annette R. Hershey","November 2016",16,530,294
86,"2018-02-27 21:59:37","My Mother, My Angel",4.56,"Once upon a time an angel held my hand. She wiped away my tears and helped me understand. Our time on earth is brief; there are lessons to be learned, Each precious day God gives us, another page is turned. Every chapter full of memories, times of joy and tears, Triumphs and defeats, through every passing year. She loved us unconditionally, always by our side. When no one else would listen, in her we could confide. With gentle words of wisdom she led us on our way, Down the paths of righteousness if ever we did stray. She saw the light in everyone and gave with no regrets, Always from her heart, let's not forget. Angels come in many forms; for me it was my mother. With love I cannot say in words there'll never be another. Every day I turn the page, in my heart will ever remain Everything she taught me as I stroll down memory lane. Thank you, God, for giving me the most priceless of all treasures. Help my, Lord, to keep alive her memory here forever. I pray that I can someday be everything she hoped I would, That she's smiling down from heaven knowing she did good. As we gather here today, there's no ending to her story. Another chapter has begun, full of grace and glory. God's called her to his heavenly home, part of his great plan. Although it may be hard, we all must understand. Faith is what is hoped for, things we cannot see. Heaven is promised to all of us if only we believe. In memory of Shirley A Fowler more by Kathy J Parenteau","I lost my mother to cancer on 9/2/2012. I wrote this in her honor. She wasn't just a mom to me' she was my best friend. My heart breaks for anyone who loses their mom. May you, too, find comfort in these words. God bless.","Kathy J Parenteau","September 2012",55,2737,2677
87,"2018-02-27 21:59:39","My Mother",4.55,"Look up to the sky Now tell me what you see A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun Many answers there will be When I look up to the sky I'll tell you what I see I see my mother And she's looking back at me She tells me she didn't want to leave us But it was time for her to depart It was the hardest thing she had to do And it's breaking her heart She tells me we mustn't be sad Because finally she's pain free She's found her place in heaven Underneath a blossom tree She'll always be there to guide us When we feel we've lost the way She'll always be there to comfort us And wipe those tears away She'll always be there to share our joy And laugh at the jokes we make In order to feel her presence Only a little imagination it'll take She may be in the form of a butterfly Or simply a floating feather Or hovering over like a busy bee Or simply part of the weather You've all come here to say your farewell But for me it's not goodbye If I want to see her, all I have to do Is look up to the sky Sweet dreams, Mam","I needed something to help me cope with the loss of my mother, so I came up with this poem. She was my best friend and my right arm. She was always there for me and my two brothers. Her general health was poor, but she rarely complained. In 2006 she was diagnosed with a rare form of Alzheimer's known as Posterior Cortical Atrophy, and I had to watch her deteriorate from a vibrant person to being bed bound with the loss of most bodily functions and in a world of her own.","Carol Bodenham","October 2015",6,1018,683
88,"2018-02-27 21:59:43","Although You're Gone",4.53,"Although you're gone, I'm not alone, And never shall I be, For the precious memories of the bond we shared Will never depart from me. Our love surpassed the ups and downs And helped us along the way, And that same love will give me strength To manage this loss each day. On my mind and in my heart, Mom, you shall forever be, For just as much as I am a part of you, You are a part of me!","Where love has dwelt there could never be a total loss.","Shannon Walker","August 2015",4,1958,940
89,"2018-02-27 21:59:47","Your Mother, Your Angel",4.51,"You look back on memories you forgot you had, And at times you'll smile even though it hurts so bad. Your mother is a special woman and no one can take her place, You'll find a piece of mind when you remember he smiling face. Your mother is an angel now she flies high above the rest, and in your hearts always and forever she will be the best. She has earned her wings and it's time for her to fly, I know it hurts no one is ever ready to say good-bye. She knows you do not understand and that you cry at night, But as you finally drift of to sleep let her memory hold you tight. She will be your guardian angel through the rest of your life, Helping lead you on the path between what' wrong and right. your mother loves you so very much and her love will always remain true, Please don't ever think for a second that your mother will forget you. A mothers love is like no other in the whole world, d she has the most wonderful memories of a little boy and girl. She has taken them with her as she's flown away, Up to Heaven free of pain which is her new home to stay. So although you can not see her and you wish she could be there, Your mother can always hear you and your mother will always care. A mother does not forget the two greatest loves of her life, And she loved nothing more than being your mommy, and your daddy's wife. She is so proud of her family and that's in her heart to stay, Even though she's and angel and has had to fly away. So as you cry your tears remember your mothers love, Being sent to you from her, from the beautiful Heaven above. She will be there through your good times, she will be there through your bad, She'll be there when you are happy, she'll be there when your sad. Your mother has become and angel now, it is her time to fly, And you will never know how bad it hurt me to watch you have to say good-bye. more by Natasha Jordan","My sister in law passed away 1-21-09 from cancer. She has two young children ages 9 and 11. I had to tell them that their mother was going to pass. They flooded me with questions, and said ""I know she will forget us"". So I wrote this for them, to let them know she will always love them no matter how far away she is.","Natasha Jordan","February 2009",18,440,1058
90,"2018-02-27 21:59:51","My Mom's Shoes",4.51,"Dear Mama, walking and thinking of my childhood days, waves of memories crashing in, as I start replay. You're in every scene, appearing with the morning light. I can talk to you, even though you're far from my sight. I wish I could stop these tears escaping from my eyes. I am grown; it's the heart of a little girl that cries. Fragments of memories, they seem to spin round and round as my heart travels through familiar stomping ground. Dear Mama, falling leaves of memories scatter my path. Start of a new season, running from the grief and wrath. I hear echoes of footsteps; I'll never be alone. Your path will be ably tended, never overgrown. I found your paved path; it's clear, as far as I can see. Each step a bit easier; you left your shoes for me. more by Annette R. Hershey","After your mom dies, you can experience a multitude of emotions. Allow yourself to remember, review your memories, and search for meaning. You may discover something new about your mom. Embrace the new journey as you learn to walk again with the path your mom left for you.","Annette R. Hershey","September 25, 2017",0,201,51
91,"2018-02-27 21:59:53","If Heaven Had A Window",4.62,"If heaven had a window and God granted me a view, of all the beauty it beholds, I'd only look for you. I'd listen for your laughter that was always music to me, your beautiful hair and hazel eyes is what I'd wish most to see. If I could only view once more the smile that warmed my heart, I'd treasure that moment as long as I live and we must be apart. Here on earth I search for you and pray to God for signs, and every day that passes you're still with me in my mind. I know you're happy in heaven; you've earned your mansion indeed, I imagine your kitchen table and you waiting there for me. I love you and I miss you more than words can say, and what I wouldn't give just to talk to you today. I hope that you can hear me and listen to my thoughts, and wherever this life takes me you know I've not forgot. That once upon a time I was blessed and loved, it's true, and if heaven had a window I'd only look for you. more by Kathy J Parenteau","Losing someone you love is so very difficult. Every day I look for signs that my mother is still with me. She was and always will be my greatest love. God bless all of you who have lost a loved one.","Kathy J Parenteau","June 2013",5,1179,865
92,"2018-02-27 21:59:58","Is That You?",4.51,"Is that you? The falling star in the night So pure, so bright. Is that you? The breeze gently blowing through my hair Telling me that you are still there. Is that you? The golden ball rising in the east Bringing hope that a new day, the sorrow will ease. Is that you? Setting in the West Bringing a night of peace and rest. Is That You? Who dries my tears As I gaze towards my future fears. Is that you? That makes me smile at life's irony That other people often cannot see. Is that you? That gives me strength to carry on Even though you are gone. Is that you? Yes. It is you. Your are with me always.","My 33 year old son died unexpectedly on the fist day of Spring, 2010. He died during a seizure in his sleep. His cause of death remains unknown. I am still grieving. He was my only child. He was my life.","Robyn O'Rourke","March 2011",5,185,216
93,"2018-02-27 22:00:01","Miss You So",4.50,"Today I gave you roses I gave you thirty three, one red rose for every year that you shared with me. as I placed them on your grave my tears fell silently, for the man I truly loved who is now just a memory. I know that those roses will slowly wither away, but a memory so precious with me will always stay. It will never ease the sadness or the pain I've come to know, for no matter how much time goes by, I will always miss you so.","I wrote this poem to my husband Mike, who died last year after a brave fight with cancer.","Vivien Hodgkinson","May 2008",6,92,598
94,"2018-02-27 22:00:04","Taken From Me",4.50,"I'm sitting here in my room, looking at your picture, wondering why you couldn't be a part of my future. Uncontrollable tears stream down my face, while my heartbeat starts to race. Asking God why he took you from my life, it was more painful than stabbing me in the heart with a knife. I still needed you here, you were the one to make everything so clear. You are a part of me and I am a part of you. When you died, a part of me died too. I never knew how hard it was to lose someone you love until the day you went to heaven above. Even though I can't see, I know you're up there watching over me. I miss you more and more every day and all I can do is pray. In my heart you shall forever remain. more by Angie","Loosing the one person who mattered most is painful.",Angie,"July 2008",71,419,2729
95,"2018-02-27 22:00:08",Visits,4.49,"My first visit to your grave was on Christmas Eve, where I placed a Christmas tree for all to see. A sense of closure is what I was after, so once again in my life I could enjoy some laughter. I remember, Grandma, you were always so sad that no one placed anything on Grandpa's grave, so a decorated tree to both of you is what I gave. I plan to be there to visit you and Grandpa on every important day, my word I promise I will not betray. Flowers I will always bring with words of sentiment, I hope my actions and words of love are evident. Remember when our visits are over as I turn to leave, I will always return-what I promise you can always believe. more by Jody Mark","Visiting my Grandma at her grave Christmas Eve was extremely hard, but she was 101 years old and passed away 11/2007. I thank God she was there for my first 36 years of life.","Jody Mark","September 2008",1,13,123
96,"2018-02-27 22:00:10",Monsters,4.48,"You were tired, I saw it in your face. The end was coming at a fast pace. But how I wanted you to stay... In time, I came to understand, your will was not my command. Life just became too hard for you. I didn't want to see...but I knew You had to be where you could fly. Mom, it's so hard to say good-bye. You were mine for all those years. I'll miss you and cry my tears. But I also know that's okay... for we'll be together again some day.","I wrote this the day after my mom passed away. On her death certificate it states, ""Failure to thrive."" My mother was tired of being ill and dependent on me; she choose to go be with God because she quit eating. Oh, how I begged and pleaded for her just to take a bite of this or that. I would cook all her favorites trying to entice her to eat. Nothing worked. See, It ""WAS"" her choice. But I miss her each and every day. I was bitter for a long time but have learned to accept.","Phyllis Roberts","February 2008",14,142,381
97,"2018-02-27 22:00:14","Why You?",4.47,"as each day passes I sit and wonder why? why you were taken without a chance to say goodbye and as I start thinking with tears running down my cheeks I think of life without you and it really makes me weep I think of the future and nothing seems that bright, nothing is the same without you by my side all I have is memories and a hole inside my heart I knew how much I loved you from the very start I look at the pillow beside me where you use to rest your head now all I have is a grave to look at instead I long for you to hold me tell me everything's ok I just want so much for this pain to go away you take life for granted without a thought about the day someone that you truly love is suddenly taken away",,"Annemarie Castle","June 2008",10,58,374
98,"2018-02-27 22:00:17","To My Grandpa",4.45,"Who would have thought you would go so soon. With you being gone, my life has so much gloom. I hate the fact you've gone away, but in my Heart, I know you'll stay. You taught me right, you taught me wrong. And with this knowledge I must go on. With hurt and pain in my heart, I do know that we'll never be apart. You made me laugh, you made me cry. With those moments, I will make it by and by. You are gone, this I see, And I know you're in heaven watching down on me. I love you, Papa, and I always will, But losing you is a great big deal. The suffering has ended and you've gone home. To sit with our Father on his throne.","This is a poem that I wrote for my grandpa who died April 20, 2008.","Victoria Jones","May 2008",3,42,190
99,"2018-02-27 22:00:21","Respects To Love",4.43,"Oh darling, my sweet darling, today, we left the base. I'm sad and I am lonely and I ache to see your face. I know you've done your duty I know I've done mine too, but neither of us expected that I'd be living without you. They tell me have faith in Jesus, they tell me have faith in love but the only thing I'm sure of is that you're watching from above. I think about your last days and the last time that we shared and I think about our babies and I hate that I'm so scared. I hope that they'll remember you and time is never kind, but I swear I'll keep my promise and you'll never be left behind. If you're listening, if you hear me know our love will never end; You'll live on in my heart forever And someday, we'll meet again.","I wrote this poem for our fallen heroes, as well as the family heroes who carry on with dignity after their loved one has been laid to rest. My heart goes out to the husbands, wives and children who share the burden of the ultimate sacrifice.","April Lovelady","March 2009",0,16,119
100,"2018-02-27 22:00:27","Death Unnoticed",4.41,"Out there in the Milky Way, Where a billion stars call home, When you look really close, You'll see that each is alone. No one less important When lighting the evening skies, Yet very few take notice When one of them dies. A black hole is created; A dark shadow is cast, And only those who are closest Fear how long this will last. The void that has been left there Seems to draw all within. Only time has the power to Help the light shine again.","At funerals, you hear, ""I can't believe they are not here with me. Afterwards, it's like they never existed. No matter how great their loved one is (in their eyes), the rest of the world will go on. It is not that they don't care. They just must continue trying to get by with their own pressures of life. I am just an elderly man who enjoys writing, and I do care about the feelings of others.","Harold Daigle","November 2016",1,104,82