Related quotes: SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE...

All Alone

SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME

poem by Verna Ralph
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

I've Done the Best I Can So You Can Do That Better

Beneath the tree
That falling leaves descended from,
I stand.
Thinking of the changes,
I have experienced being the man I am.

'She is now called 'Mama'!
Ma! Or Ms Mimmie'.
When she's with her children...
And grandchildren too!

And I look up above me to witness the branches.
The twigs!
And the wonder of the tree...
All of this ascends from!
'Matriarch she is! ', I think with no doubt.

And the birds, squirrels and all that come to visit,
Are always welcomed

And I wonder if anyone wonders...
'How can anyone disbelieve there is a God? '
How can this be done?
And by whom?
We all can't be vacant with a disconnected fate!
'Something' is planned by the doing in all of this!
'Something' is in control and knows everything that sits...
Within and 'out' of our midst.
'Something' about this most people miss.

'How can anyone disbelieve there is a God? '
And we are God's experiment!
And my 'sisters' were born to nourish the flourishment.
And I can see...
Looking at 'this' tree before me I inspect.
And 'It' observes...knowing!
Encouraging those after birth and going...
After growing up,
With a gentle toughness that is meant.
'I've done the best I can so you can do that better.'

Dedicated:
To my sister Andrea. Mim, Mimmie and MimmieD
'You have 'eight' grandchildren? EIGHT? How, Mimmie? '
Where was I when all of this happened?
And Tammy and Lisa? ? Naw. No way, yo?
You can 'not' be in your 'fffffffffffffaaug. Getting 'more'
mature. Geeeessshhh. HOW do you all get so much older
than me? Overnight it seems.
LOL

Love you,
Larry

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Girl Who Is Lonely

There she sits,
All alone and in the dark,
No body cares,
Whether she is even there,
She questions to herself,
Does anyone care about me?
And wonders whether she is even seen,

She sits alone,
Feeling invisable,
Feeling scared,
All of these emotions inside,
Not knowing how to hide,

She tries to stay strong,
She tries to be brave,
To hide all of the pain inside,
She thinks of all of her past,
Wondering what she ever did wrong,
What she did to deserve all of this,

She sits alone,
No more tears to cry,
No more words to speak,

A single person speaks,
Startling her,
She looks around,
To find she is the only one there,
The one being spoken to,
She begins to feel part of the world,
And feels visable.

poem by Charlie Bones
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Silent Communication

A little boy sits by the sea
and wonders 'What's to become of me? '
The great big sea watches the boy
and silently says to him 'Ahoy,
When you are grown come with me.
Learn to fish and you'll breathe free.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Peom For K. (The Banker With All The Conflicting Interests)

i shall now write
a poem for my happiest day,

it is all about an old, scheming and fraudulent
woman
stacking all her money and the money of the other
people

inside her room
inside her house and inside
her bigger storehouses

she says
these are all for her children

and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and

all the coming children of more
grandchildren & great great grandchildren

what is mad about this is
that she is taking the money due

to other people who are hungry and innocent
and gullible

but she is a very
wise woman and she gets what she wants
she gets what she all wants
practically everything that her hands can
hold her eyes can see

perhaps

forgetting that soon she will be
made to pay for the price of her greed

and avarice and dirty schemes and
foul techniques and it will be for all

her children and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and

all the coming children of more
grandchildren all the coming children of more
great grandchildren &
great great grandchildren

...and then justice shall reign

but when it comes
i shall not see this event anymore
but i will be happy

>>>ii

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Fisherman

He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Casualty

The old man sits
On top of a brown
Battered suitcase
This now contains
All his belongings
I remember him
He was the toymaker
In our village
He was always a happy man
Now I see him
As we flee
The light has gone
From his eyes
There is fear there
That stops me cold
What does he know?
What has he seen?
He sits there
Waiting for his family
People pass by
Asking him
If he needs help
He says no
He is waiting for
His daughter to come
She went into the fields
To pick some sugar canes
That's when the soldiers
Set the fields on fire
Burning sugar
Caramel
Now pungent
But the first whiff was sweet
That's when the village
Began to burn
The old man sits
And waits for her
I wonder how long
He's been sitting there?
He looks to every face
And says her name
Every girl he stops
And examines to see
If it might be her
The old man sits
All alone.

poem by Rabia Minhas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

At his own cost

Perfection sits on a heap of wastage.
Discipline sits on a pack of stresses.
Promptness sits on a sack of neglects.
One thus satisfies others at one’s cost.
20.08.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Mothers Day

Mothers day
is not like valentine day
where you care for your mother like money
since in 2012 it was on monday

mothers love and care
its so good that it floats in the air
although mothers take care for the hair
since they sit bossy on the chair

children celebrate them and rejoice
while drinking coke and ice
een the mother sits while eating rice
since their day is so nice

we dance and sing
as the father gives the mother a valentine ring
she sits on the chair relaxing
since she doesnt need to be working

we thank all the mothers since they are not mean
as their day is tight like a skinny jean
their work is sweet like a dream
all you have to do is say
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

poem by Tanaka Chirombo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

We're All God's Children

Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...

song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Miranda

My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.

Up jumped the Black Man behind the elder tree,
Turned a somersault and ran away waving;
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.

The Witch gave a squawk; her venomous body
Melted into light as water leaves a spring,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.

At his crossroads, too, the Ancient prayed for me,
Down his wasted cheeks tears of joy were running:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely.

He kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;
The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.

So to remember our changing garden, we
Are linked as children in a circle dancing:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
And the high, green hill sits always by the sea.

poem by WH Auden
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

4. Distant Thoughts

In his splendid isolation
Sits a hermit near a cave
He doesn’t move a muscle
For his energy to save

He stares into the distance
Where he hopes to be enlightened
Not all his thoughts will bring him calm
Some often leave him frightened

He sits there nearly half asleep
As people leave him food
They mainly come in ones and two
But sometimes in a brood

The hermit sees but does not move
While little children peep
He sees for all the good and bad
In this vigil he must keep

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Many Reflectıons

Looking into a
mirror
reflections of
the past emerge.

A small girl
sits on her
fathers lap
he, reading and
teaching.

Two guys dressed
as cowboys
playing out the
cowboy scene.

A gent and his
lady
sits in the cool
of the evening
under the weeping
willow.

Children catching
fire flies
using them for
pretty rings.

Looking afar
into the distance
familiar images
before my eyes.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

She, He, It

She switches the tv on
while she's drinking coffee
and the first thing she sees
is that red, white, and blue
God knows what
they saw last night:

it's Humpty Dumpty.
Cinderella and Little Bo Peep
riding on the float with him
burst into song and she wonders
if they sang all the way down
or just in front of Macy's

He would have loved this

She wonders
if he stayed by the museum
or wandered downtown...

Bart Simpson goes by
on his skateboard
for the third time
the announcers say.
He was the last blown up.

They pause for commercials
and say Garfield is next,
he's the one she wants to see.
When viewing closed last night
there was still a leak in him.

Oh, he's lying down
when last night she predicted
he'd be upright
and his air still
doesn't seem enough

She remembers now
from parades as a kid:
they travel, stop, travel, stop
doing their routines
each stopping point

If she knows him
he immediately wandered
toward where the music was

After eight years
she knows him and he, her.
Without even asking this morning
he knew she'd rather sleep
and as she sits down to write this
she wonders how long this parade

The last floats must be nearing Macy's
Bart starts around yet another time.

poem by Rochelle Ratner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Cleverness

Friendship,
Fellowship,
A clever boy sits among you;
And out of the smell came something sweet.

Of a dog and a monkey,
Of a goat and a donkey,
A clever girl sits among you;
And out of the smell came something sweet.

The character of man,
A clever man sits among you;
The character of woman,
A clever woman sits among you;
And out of the smell came something sweet.

A man marries and doesn't want children,
A woman marries and doesn't want children,
Like a stolen money tithed off!
For out of something very sad came hardship.

You have lost a limb on this war so,
Do keep your marriages according to the law;
You have lost an eye on this war so,
Be very wise like king david who was the seventh born;
You have lost your hearing from this war so,
Try to live at peace with others too;
For out of the smell came something sweet.

To feel touched when love calls,
From Yaaqob came the twelve tribes of Israyl;
But try to be like a new hewn stone.
And like the leadership of the sun god of the heathen,
Try to bring to your side always.

Respect all life forms and,
Reproduce and replenish the earth;
Like a wise woman sitting around you.
What you do with your life is your choice,
Like a wise man sitting around you;
But in this life, history do repeat itself.

You can correct this history with time,
But you need to know your direction;
Because, some things will never change!
Time moves on as man grows,
And out os something sweet came the baby;
But, real life means a lot to all of us.

Cleverness,
Of the time frame of life that swings around us;
With all that muses in peace and love,
But at times with the difficulties of life as well.
Be clever and do learn at all times,
For Rome was not built in a day.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

She Gave Birth in a Fox-Hole

Victoria Elizabeth Borg
Born June 22,1920 in Agana, Guam
Died Pearl Harbor Day 2009

Victoria sang many lullabies
to her
5 children
5 step-children
26 grandchildren
36 great grandchildren
2 great-great grandchildren
and a host of heavenly nieces and nephews.

She was married to Tomas T. Calvaron and his 5 children
on the island of Guam in 1943.
After giving birth to her daughter Rosalita
in a fox-hole during World War II
she made it through
to have 4 more children.

In 1950
she was widowed and remarried to her
brother-in-law.

She passed on to be with the Lord
surrounded by her children and granchildren.

We
her many friends and family members
will keep her memory in our minds
and her love in our hearts

until we meet again.

poem by Bob Genevro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Strength of Jesus

The strength of Jesus
Ties their hearts;
She sits by the gates of Heaven;
She sits by the weak and the lost;
She sits by her Jesus
Who is the lonely little boy,
And she visits the needy.
The strength of Jesus ties their hearts!
She sits by her because
Jesus shines
within the gates
of the city

Mar 25,2012

poem by TerriJo James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

We Do Live As Children Of Light

We do live as children of light,
hold happy parties in the night,
with a compatible lovely one,
we find wonders under the sun.

Far too quickly our lives go out
we do not know what it’s about
but sometimes there is nothing won,
we find wonders under the sun.

In life someone is our treasure
with whom we share pain and pleasure
and life has both trouble and some fun,
we find wonders under the sun.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

From Childhood To Manhood

He wonders why his emotions come out.

When things in his life does not go right.

Demons that he struggles with and fight.

He wonders why his childhood family have stop communicating with him.

He wonders how things have change when we have matured.

He wonders how fast that his life went by sometimes he cry when

someone special die.

He have dreams of close people that he wish that was still alive.

He wonders why some of the people that he loved have left.

He wonders why its tough to make it in life but its really hard to go through death.

Memories that he love most that ended bad.

Which he truthfully knew that person who he could get along with the most out of any other person.

His heart is sunk down, but he is truthfully hurt with so much pain.

Sometimes he feels that things will never be the same when it rains.

He wonders why his friends that are alive have change since we grew.

All that matters if only that they knew.

Money never matters to him.

Because his family and friends was his support that makes him have a strong heart.

He wonders how will he die only time will tell as years pass by

He only live by the truth not by a lie only whats real that meets the eye.

poem by Anteaus Berryhill
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Changes...

when i was a college student
and as expected of my own gullibility
in search of my relevance
i went to the streets and had a juggling
of such words as
freedom, democracy,
and independence
and due to such nitpicking there
are lots of differences
and semantics work well
with the clubs and bruises and
hamlets

things change always for the better i suppose

bellies protrude, wrinkles grow like grasses,
hears and anger mellow down like melted ice
boiling water cools down,
people settle, marry, have children and
miss picnics and class reunions

no one talks about freedom nowadays and they find
these topics redundant

the state is on the verge of extinction and so is the world
time is too short for brewing and the sipping may not be coming after all

a family sits on the grass with their dog
a baby is warmed by sunshine on the cradle
there are new grandchildren coming from the nearby town
there will be barbecue and beer and apples

grandpa sits on the reclining chair
and looks silently at the sunset on an unlimited horizon