Baby love, maybe love
so there you are in
your pram or kiddikarria
nicely tucked up,
being talked to in that
singysongylingo
that grown-ups grow down to
when that tingylingy, like
that stoopid thingy
dangling on your cot that
doesn't do anything else
goes hissdidahdidah
and she switches her attention instantly
from who's mommy's little treasure then,
sticks this silver thing to block her ear
and starts talking to thin air
it must be either the fairies
who don't seem to be very helpful -
'oh darling don't say you forgot I
asked you specially...'
or she's going doolally and
the adult world's not
what it's cracked up to be
I'll give her two minutes no more
or else
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Little...* X
The little girl is looking for her mommy
But too bad shes a druggie
The little girl starts to cry
Her mommy's going to die
The little girl says wheres daddy
The moms stuck up and acts all bratty
The little girl screams for her dad
But the mom only gets mad.
The little boy is looking for his brother
But the mom doesn't even bother
The little boy screams out where are you
But the mom won't even listen for a few
The little boy doesn't know his brother is dead
But the mom had not said
The little boy starts to cry
His brother had to die.
The little baby cries for food
But the parents act all rude
The little baby has to see the doctor
But the parents are just mockers
The little baby has a few minutes to live
But the parents can't even give
The little baby breathes her last breath
But the parents continue to do meth.
*(A poem for the kids rejected, Because they were neglected, For their parents who were infected) *
poem by Magic What'sHerName
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Mommy & Daddy
Ask your mommy and daddy, what happened to the indian?
How come theyre all living in places
With too much snow or too much sand?
Tell your mommy, I got a funny feeling deep inside of me
Ask your daddy, is it really as bad as people make it seem?
Wa ta tick it ta too too..
Ask your mommy why everybody swallows all those little pills
Ask your daddy why that soldier doesnt care who he kills
After theyve put you to sleep and tucked you safely down in your bed
Whisper, mommy and daddy would you rather that
I learned it from my friends, instead?
Do you think Im to young to know, to see, to feel, or hear
My questions need an answer or a vaccuum will appear
Dont be surprised if they turn and walk away
And tell your mommy and daddy that you love them anyway
That you love them anyway...
Give them a kiss
Love will set you free
Kings of emi
Mommy and daddy (alt.)
Ask your mommy and daddy, what happened to the indian?
Ask your mommy and daddy to tell you where you really came from
Then mommy and daddy will probably turn and quickly walk away
Then ask your mommy and daddy who really killed j.f.k
Wa ta tick it ta too too...
Ask your mommy if she really gets off on all her - all her pills
Ask your daddy, why doesnt that soldier care who he kills?
After theyve put you to sleep and tucked you safely down in your bed
Whisper mommy and daddy,
Would it matter if the bullet went through my head?
If it was my blood spilling on the kitchen floor
If it was my blood, mommy, would you care a little more?
Dont be surprised when they turn and start to cry
And tell your mommy and daddy, tell your mommy and daddy
Scream it to your mommy and daddy
Theyre living in a lie, a lie, a lie
Its all a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie...
song performed by by Monkees
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Animals In People
Children in the playground playing on the swings being like a monkey. As the monkey is swinging in and out of the trees as the wind pass him by.
Baby in the pram sleeping quietly a bit like a mouse. As the mouse is sneaking quietly past the hopeful looking cat that is looking on for coming mice.
Adult sat down talking very loud a bit like a hyena. The hyena has catches it prey and is laughing very loud at it pry trying to any thing to get out.
Teenager sat down quietly keeping their eye on the little ones a bit like a bird. The bird is watching for any trouble that might come passed.
As the world turns people change. People grow up. Deep in side of us we have an animal that grow with our feelings or what we could do. What kind of animal do you think you are today?
poem by Kelly Berry
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What Children Worry About
Mommy
Mommy, mommy
what’s going on in the world today?
Mommy am I going to be OK?
I heard some kids were wearing bombs
and blowing people up..
Mommy their world is very far away.
They can’t come here, right mommy?
Am I going to be OK.
Written: July 17,2007
Daddy
Daddy, daddy
I asked mommy some questions yesterday,
and tears were in her eyes.
She’s really scared daddy,
I know the reason why.
The kids with bombs,
might be here in our schools.
They won’t listen to the rules.
Mommy is really scared that one day,
you’ll both have no choice but to send me away
Written: July 17,2007
Mommy, Daddy
Mommy, Daddy, there’s no reason to fear
I figured it out late last night.
I said the words for God to hear.
I know He knows all things
and will do what’s right,
sooo… we say the words for God to hear,
everyday and every night.
Guess what Mommy, Daddy
everything will be alright.
Mommy, why are you still crying? ? ?
Written: July 17,2007
poem by Melvina Germain
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Love Tucked Away
Love tucked away
In two hearts
Where neither jealousy
Or envy could enter.
You are always beside me
As sister, friend and mentor.
Love tucked away,
In all the kind things you
Have done to help me grow,
I just had to say it again,
So you would know
How much I cherish
The kind of friend you are,
Love tucked away,
Whether we are near or far.
Love tucked away,
A treasure so deep in my heart,
You've been my friend
Right from the start.
Since the day we first met,
My dear friend I have had
Not one moment of regret.
Love You!
(For Gertrude)
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Columbine Cradle
Mommy loses her cool, when I stay home from school.
Don’t point your toy gun at people” is what I hear,
I reply “I have to point my gun at people playing in
this video game, mommy dear”.
From the sounds of this,
it looks like mommy is not sincere.
Why it all starts at home, how we leave are children alone.
Alone to watch violent video games,
and then wonder why they act insane,
if you take away their toy guns that same day.
Now there is kids bringing guns to school,
pretending to shoot them to make themselves look cool.
It seems these children have not developed “empathy”
that they live in a world of “me and me”.
So, they grow up to be teens,
Having seen everything that could possibly be mean.
Having been desensitized, they don’t think to realize,
That they are like robots going along with the crowd
The crowd that was fed all of these video games,
While mommy claims she will go insane,
if they don’t find something to do,
so she doesn’t lose her cool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 6,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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We have been such Great Friends
love, it is rude
for you to ask me
to give up what has
been closest to my heart
- my special rights, my roses
i felt offended,
dishonoured, insecure
and of course furious
you have asked
for the one thing
that means quite the
most to me
perhaps, you do not
treasure me anymore
and want to part ways
let me be blunt about it
to drive some brains into you
it is also in the way
you have asked
not that i care a hoot about
what you have asked
but to ask me to give up
my freedom, is stepping
on my freedom
tearing up my world
you would have wronged me
less if you have just asked
or even pleaded with me
whether to have that special rights
shared with you, extended to you
the former earns you a scorn
the latter you know the way that i am
a laugh together with you or even at you
you know we have been such great friends
and you know the way i am
you should not have even asked
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Wanna Be
when i was four years old
i used to say
mommy, i wanna be a teacher
mommy, i wanna be a superhero
when i was six years old
i used to say
mommy, i wanna be a president
mommy, i wanna be rich
when i was eight years old
i used to say
mommy, who do you wanna be? ?
she smiled at me and kiss my head '
when i was twelve years old
i used to say
mommy, i wanna a be a doctor
mommy, i wanna be an engineer
when i was fourteen years old
that's when i begin to understand the way of life
i used to say
mommy, why life is unfair
why it always want to hurt us
now i'm sixteen years old
i'd say
mom, i wanna be
i wanna who i am
i wanna be the person god wants me to be
i wanna follow my dream
i wanna listen to my own heart talking
that 's who
i wanna be
poem by Guenael Oristel
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25 Minutes To Go
They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.
And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.
Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.
And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.
So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.
And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch.
I got 20 more minutes to go.
Well, the Sheriff says, 'Boy, I wanna watch you die'.
19 minutes to go.
I laugh in his face... and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.
Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.
He says, 'Call me back in a week or three.
You've got 16 minutes to go.'
Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm....15 minutes to go.
Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.
Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.
And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.
Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.
'Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.
I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.
But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.
And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.
I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.
Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose...
5 more minutes to go.
Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.
I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.
And it's too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go
I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.
And now I'm swingin' and here I gooooooooo....
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Give Me Some Pain
Well I've been around, I've seen the world,
I've met many women down like you,
But don't you think it's time you took control,
And taught me what you want me to do?
So baby give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Give me some pain
Love is a many splendoured thing,
But only on a bed of trust,
So wipe away my past with your sweet fists,
And show me the freedom of lust
And baby give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
Won't you give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
song performed by by White Town
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Livin' In A World
Children are called the future of an adult world
They are born with spirits so innocent
Til we teach them how to hate
Add to the world's confusion
We teach our kids rules
That we don't adhere to ourselves
Right or wrong
What example can they take
The people we learn from
Forge the ideas we become
Living in a world they didn't make
Living in a world that's filled with hate
Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules
Living in a world they didn't make
Paying for a lot of adult mistakes
How much of this madness can they take
Our children
Children grow to become our young adults
Problems of the world
They must learn how to confront
Doing drugs and joining gangs to rebel
Colors show they belong
To the social override
Cause they're living in a space
They feel out of place
Living in a world they didn't make
Living in a world that's filled with hate
Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules
Living in a world they didn't make
Paying for a lot of adult mistakes
How much of this madness can they take
Our children
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Handle
Theirs thing’s I can handle
But you not being around is one of them
Day in day out I wish I was with you
We use to see each other every day
Now I’m lucky to see you once a month
If I do see you, it’s a total of maybe 5 minutes
That’s what I get
Do you really care?
You say you want to do things with me.
But why with me?
What makes me so special?
I tried and explain to you that I don’t do that.
Felt like I was talking to a wall.
How come you never want to pay attention?
For the first time in my life I had rumors about me.
It wasn’t even like they where good rumors.
Shit I wouldn’t want nothing spread around.
Especially when their not true.
It’s stuff I don’t even believe in.
But you saw more to it then just some rumor.
Random people would come and question your sexuality.
You didn’t even give a shit.
You didn’t care what people thought of you.
But me.
See I’m different.
I cared so much that it hurt me.
I want to disappear and never come back.
You could give two shits as long as you got your attention.
Every body bow down the princess is here.
poem by Ashley Olson
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Showing Dolls
And Mrs Clark said
why doesn’t your son
come to tea
I’m sure Helen
would like that
she can show him
her collection of dolls
and your mother said
yes that would be nice
I’m sure he’d like that
and Helen peered at you
through her spectacles
her pupils like
two brown fish
in a glass bowl
and she smiled
one of those smiles
which frighten small boys
and Mrs Clark said
yes and you can come too
and your mother nodded
and off they went
into one of their
long conversations
and as they talked
Mrs Clark rocked the pram
with her youngest kid
wrapped up inside
and your mother stood
with you by her side
with the creeping dread
riding up in you
of tea looming
and Helen standing there
her plaits on either side
of her head
going back and forth
as she moved her head
and Mrs. Clark laughed
and the pram shook
and the kid cried
and she rocked the pram
backward and forward
and all you
could think about
was the dolls
and the baked beans
on toast
and Helen showing you
her dolls
as she had before
and taking
a secret kiss
behind a closed door.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Girl With
it all, is standing by the coffee machine,
she is straightening her perfect hair
the girl with it all is checking her diary
& I'm nowhere near it
the girl with it all is fixing her make up,
It was fine just twenty minutes ago,
the girl with it all is tired of being asked out on dates,
the girl with it all wants more
But the girl with it all will grow up before long
and her looks may soon fade away
she can't rely on a grin & a wink
tomorrow will no doubt become today
The girl with it all is pushing a pram,
the girl with it all is on welfare
the girl with it all just about remembers
a previous life of devil may care
poem by Jason Jackson
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I'm forbidden fruit. Once you go to certain households, mommy doesn't want you to see that dirty man who sticks his tongue out and spits out blood and all that stuff.
quote by Gene Simmons
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Mommy Why?
**This poem is not about me...it just came out of my head**
Why did they rip your heart out, mommy?
Why did they hate you so much?
Mommy, why didn't they accept you
Mommy why?
Why are you dead mommy?
What did they do?
How did it happen?
Mommy, why did it have to happen to you?
Oh i need to know why
Mommy please come back
Mommy i'm sorry i called you a bitch
Mommy i really don't hate you
Mommy please come back, i need you
(1-15-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Granny's Angel
In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies
She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head
She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold
Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings
She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet
Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies
Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high
Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night
Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows
She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping
Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world
As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true
Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens
Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother
And tell her stories to her children in
The future
Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya
poem by Carolyn Sears
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I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with black covers and a hood with metal clips that could trap your fingers. I was looking up at my sister who was sitting on the pram seat, with her back to me.
quote by Helen Dunmore
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Grandma's Treasure Box
Each of us
when we reached 14
would make the Visit to
Grandmothers house
to see what was inside
her Treasure Box;
the Family Treasure Box
where each year
one of us
got to see
what she had
hidden there..
My Dad had been;
my older brother
had been
and now it was my turn
to see that part of
Family History.
No one who'd seen
could talk of it.
No one could reveal to anyone
what was in Grandma's secret box.
No one did.
No one would risk
Grandmother's upset.
She lived beneath
the 'L' in Chicago
refusing to move
and they built
the tracks
right over her house;
each time one passed
it rocked her house
like rolling thunder;
Varoom, clacky clack
another one
going by.
Stubborn was not the word
for Grandmother.
She still wrote letters
30 years later
to every Mayor
complaining about the
tracks and the trains
saying she wanted them torn down.
Every month a letter.
Grandmother never
gave up;
never forgot;
fierce in her loves
fierce about her neighborhood
fierce about things which displeasured her
fierce about family
fierce about everything.
I sat with her,
apron on:
she served me pie.
'Sonny' she said
now you at the age
where you need to
learn grown-up things.
Like your Dad and brother
your turn now come
to see what drives
this family;
our family heirloom so to speak.
You'll see now.
As you grow up
you hear people talking about it
but we are the only family that
has it in our treasure box.
Lot's want it
but we the only one's
that has it.
She walked me up her tiny
narrow stair case to the attic
my head spinning,
wondering what it could be.
What did we have in our family
that the whole world wanted?
The treasure box was small;
a faded gold color
with a hand-carved lid
covered by Grandma's
liver-spotted hand
which shook in the dim
light.
She shifted the box,
opening it with a tiny key
smiling faintly
her eyes moistening
as a sliver of sunlight
reflected into the opening box
and I could just begin to
see what was inside.
'There it is'
she said
'What is it? ' I said,
staring at a piece of cloth;
satin sheen
with a lace border.
'Every since your great
grandmother got
it has been the luck of this family
and so people's all over the
world hear about but
we the only one's who got it.
'What is it?
Your great great grandmother's;
cut from her mother's wedding dress
and from that day
this families' luck changed.
I looked at her eyes
looking for an answer there.
'Grandma what is it?
You heard of the Silver Lining'
Yes, I said.
Well this family has the only one.
It is the Silver Lining from your great, great,
grandmothers wedding dress.
Grandma had it
and she believed it had saved our family
all these years.
'I took it out when
your mother had her cancer
and she got better
and it took away her pain.
I took it out when your younger brother
had his accident, and he lived.
I took it out when your grandfather went to war
and he came home safe.
I take it out when ever this family needs things.
It is our Silver Lining.
Now you must never speak
or tell what is in the treasure box
or it will break the spell.
I never did to this day
Today I have the Treasure Box
waiting for my child
to have a chance to see.
Grandma's gone
leaving behind her Silver Lining
for the rest of us.
And on some days
I do take it out
when things look
like they might go bad.
Just for luck.
Everyone
is always
looking for a Silver Lining
and some luck.
All the Grandmothers
gave us ours.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Series of Tubes
That there Internet thingy
is like a series of tubes
All the smart fellas
in the hole world
got tagether and
they put smart stuff in them tubes
An now all ya gotta do
to larn stuff
is getcha self connected to that
Internet thingy
(You will need a computer for this)
(and some other stuff + electricty)
They you can pull stuff
up from them tubes
smart reading stuff
(if ya like that kinda thing)
or even important stuff
like how to knock down your old barn or shed
or even how to build a real bomb
(not for knocking down the barn though)
I know all this cause my congress man talked about it on TV
And George W. Bush says so two (I think cause he outta no)
The End (only the end of this poem)
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Billy Bob
poem by Billy Bob Noes
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