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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!", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Abby Jenkins", "poem.published": "March 2011", "poem.stories": 8, "poem.share": 2311, "poem.vote": 1114, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "41": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 41, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "42": { "poem.id": 42, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:05", "poem.title": "Yip-Yip-Woof!", "poem.rating": 4.11000000000000031974423109204508364200592041015625, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Kristin Frederick", "poem.published": "October 2011", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 237, "poem.vote": 64, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "42": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 42, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "43": { "poem.id": 43, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:06", "poem.title": "Glow Worm", "poem.rating": 4.04999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "poem.content": "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!", "poem.brief_introduction": "When I was little, I fell in love with glow worms, so I decided to write this, just for a laugh!", "poem.author": "Taylor Russell", "poem.published": "October 2011", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 567, "poem.vote": 1019, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "43": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 43, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "44": { "poem.id": 44, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:07", "poem.title": "A Worm In My Pocket", "poem.rating": 4.03000000000000024868995751603506505489349365234375, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "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!", "poem.author": "Jodee Samano", "poem.published": "September 2008", "poem.stories": 3, "poem.share": 1325, "poem.vote": 2242, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "44": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 44, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "45": { "poem.id": 45, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:12", "poem.title": "Pet Porta Potty", "poem.rating": 4.019999999999999573674358543939888477325439453125, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "This is a cute little poem I wrote for my children when they were young. I hope you enjoy!", "poem.author": "Kathy J Parenteau", "poem.published": "April 2011", "poem.stories": 1, "poem.share": 319, "poem.vote": 1300, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "45": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 45, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "46": { "poem.id": 46, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:19", "poem.title": "Rabbits", "poem.rating": 3.890000000000000124344978758017532527446746826171875, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "I have to admit I did get some help from my sister.", "poem.author": "Shannon W.", "poem.published": "May 2013", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 417, "poem.vote": 281, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "46": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 46, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "47": { "poem.id": 47, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:25", "poem.title": "Three Little Piggies", "poem.rating": 3.839999999999999857891452847979962825775146484375, "poem.content": "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!!!", "poem.brief_introduction": "this is a poem about my three little guinea pigs who I love an care for every day.", "poem.author": "Paige", "poem.published": "October 2011", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 142, "poem.vote": 110, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "47": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 47, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "48": { "poem.id": 48, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:29", "poem.title": "Fred's Wearing My Slippers", "poem.rating": 3.839999999999999857891452847979962825775146484375, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Kathy J Parenteau", "poem.published": "August 2012", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 137, "poem.vote": 266, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "48": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 48, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "49": { "poem.id": 49, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:30", "poem.title": "My Name Is Pearl", "poem.rating": 3.7400000000000002131628207280300557613372802734375, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Becky Robbins", "poem.published": "April 2014", "poem.stories": 1, "poem.share": 165, "poem.vote": 180, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "49": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 49, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "50": { "poem.id": 50, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:35", "poem.title": "No More Pets!", "poem.rating": 3.70999999999999996447286321199499070644378662109375, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Kathy J Parenteau", "poem.published": "June 2013", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 85, "poem.vote": 191, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "50": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 50, "category_2.id": 8, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:21", "category_2.title": "Animal Poems for Kids", "category_2.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "category_2.category_1": "Children Poems", "category_1.id": 1, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Children Poems" } } }, "51": { "poem.id": 51, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:37", "poem.title": "A Prayer For Mama", "poem.rating": 4.6500000000000003552713678800500929355621337890625, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Kathy J Parenteau", "poem.published": "December 2011", "poem.stories": 9, "poem.share": 1123, "poem.vote": 1333, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "51": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 51, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "52": { "poem.id": 52, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:42", "poem.title": "God Can You Hear Me?", "poem.rating": 4.57000000000000028421709430404007434844970703125, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Jamie Cirello", "poem.published": "May 2014", "poem.stories": 5, "poem.share": 264, "poem.vote": 489, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "52": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 52, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "53": { "poem.id": 53, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:48", "poem.title": "It's Ok To Go", "poem.rating": 4.53000000000000024868995751603506505489349365234375, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Lori Daoust", "poem.published": "April 2012", "poem.stories": 8, "poem.share": 514, "poem.vote": 966, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "53": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 53, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "54": { "poem.id": 54, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:50", "poem.title": "A Final Goodbye", "poem.rating": 4.53000000000000024868995751603506505489349365234375, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Betty Janko", "poem.published": "July 2016", "poem.stories": 2, "poem.share": 265, "poem.vote": 60, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "54": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 54, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "55": { "poem.id": 55, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:54", "poem.title": "Mother's Illness", "poem.rating": 4.46999999999999975131004248396493494510650634765625, "poem.content": "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", "poem.brief_introduction": "Comforting message from a dying mother to her family", "poem.author": "Sherry L. DeBarge", "poem.published": "February 2006", "poem.stories": 1, "poem.share": 133, "poem.vote": 325, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "55": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 55, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "56": { "poem.id": 56, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:57:56", "poem.title": "To Mommy - My Final Goodbye", "poem.rating": 4.46999999999999975131004248396493494510650634765625, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Katie L. Ruggiero", "poem.published": "February 2006", "poem.stories": 4, "poem.share": 55, "poem.vote": 399, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "56": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 56, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "57": { "poem.id": 57, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:58:01", "poem.title": "The Strength Of One Woman", "poem.rating": 4.36000000000000031974423109204508364200592041015625, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "One woman leaves behind a legacy that will never be lost for she touched so many.", "poem.author": "Glorimar Fontanez", "poem.published": "February 2006", "poem.stories": 1, "poem.share": 236, "poem.vote": 394, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "57": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 57, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "58": { "poem.id": 58, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:58:03", "poem.title": "To My Daughter", "poem.rating": 4.3300000000000000710542735760100185871124267578125, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "I wrote this poem the day before my son (33) passed away with cancer, leaving behind his, at that time, 2 year old daughter", "poem.author": "Debra Denslow", "poem.published": "January 2011", "poem.stories": 2, "poem.share": 28, "poem.vote": 61, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "58": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 58, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "59": { "poem.id": 59, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:58:07", "poem.title": "Death", "poem.rating": 4.30999999999999960920149533194489777088165283203125, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Wallii M", "poem.published": "April 2015", "poem.stories": 3, "poem.share": 165, "poem.vote": 174, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "59": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 59, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } }, "60": { "poem.id": 60, "poem.ts": "2018-02-27 21:58:08", "poem.title": "Don't Give Up", "poem.rating": 4.29999999999999982236431605997495353221893310546875, "poem.content": "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.", "poem.brief_introduction": "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.", "poem.author": "Alexandria Wall", "poem.published": "February 2006", "poem.stories": 0, "poem.share": 31, "poem.vote": 116, "poem.category_2_x_poem_id": { "60": { "category_2_x_poem.id": 60, "category_2.id": 11, "category_2.ts": "2018-02-27 21:20:35", "category_2.title": "Dying Poems", "category_2.rating": 4.70000000000000017763568394002504646778106689453125, "category_2.category_1": "Death Poems", "category_1.id": 2, "category_1.ts": "2018-02-27 20:54:45", "category_1.title": "Death Poems" } } } } } }