Mom's Smiles
Very sentimental poetry....
I recall my mom’s last eyes....
no tears....
Smiles as she passed by
tears did not then come into my eyes I too smiled
Then it rained all day and night
mom’s smiles went away
now I thirst for those looks till today
as she passed away
Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things To Worry About
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.
Miss Brearly could ask me to spell words like stomach and special.
(Stumick and speshul?)
I could play tag all day and always be "it."
Jay Spievack, who's fourteen feet tall, could want to fight me.
My mom and my dad--like Ted's--could want a divorce.
Miss Brearly could ask me a question about Afghanistan.
(Who's Afghanistan?)
Somebody maybe could make me ride a horse.
A Strange Boy
An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
Opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world
And asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? '
I told him the name of earth.
The boy looked at the corners of earth
And with wonder and pain, seeing the towns and paths
Full of corpses and heart-rending bloods,
Further asked,
'Will you tell me how man lives in this hell? '
Some Things Don't Make Any Sense At All
My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why?
The Clasp
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds,
we had been in the apartment two weeks straight,
I grabbed her to keep her from shoving him over on his
face, again, and when I had her wrist
in my grasp I compressed it, fiercely, for a couple
of seconds, to make an impression on her,
to hurt her, our beloved firstborn, I even almost
savored the stinging sensation of the squeezing,
the expression, into her, of my anger,
"Never, never, again," the righteous
Thank You, Mom
Thank you Mom
Thank you Mom
Where I come from
Mom is the word for some
To my Mom
I send you my loving storm
in 'Thank you' forms
Mother
What is a mother?
Someone whose life
Gave birth
To a new soul
Someone whose heart
Pumped blood to life
Whose eyes opened fresh ideas...
The eyes of opportunity
Night-Night (Children)
Night-night moon
Night-night stars
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.
Night-night sand box
Night-night toys
Night-night other
girls and boys.
Music
Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
# A Baby's Chat [ In Top 500]
a baby's chat goes on and on
it does not stop it with it's mom
a dog in the street
a leaf or a flower
a chirruping bird
an ant or a butterfly
the moon in the sky
a baby's chat goes on and on
with everything under the sun
Mom, I Miss You
Today is important day in my life
I found good partner in life as wife
It was great moment and your last wish,
Life is going smooth with fine finish
Your seed plant has now grown into big tree
I look back with satisfaction and feel free
Mom, it was you who nurtured me well,
Life otherwise would have been simple hell,
My Mom
I was a part of your body for two hundred and eighty days
A full time parasite sucking away all your blood.
Causing numerous ailments, tension, stress and strain
Despite all these you didn't feel a bit of hatred for me mom?
The day you heard my first cry was festive for you
You kissed me a kiss the most perfect and purest of all;
A kiss with the fragrance of a mother's love
A kiss with the assurance of a mother's care
School
Why I am being pushed to school?
For refining self and not looking fool,
To stay away from home and look cool,
Or to learn the system how to pass stool,
May be all they are right,
So I don't stay home and fight,
Always disappear from their sight,
Break precious things as sign of might,
Waiting For Mother (Quatrain Verse)
Where are you, dear mom?
Hearing you are ill I've come
With the cherries from Michigan
The grapes from Thailand,
The apples from North Georgia
The oranges from California
The dates, the figs from Arabia
The sweetmeats from India,
Papa Do You Know?
Do you know papa? '
How much I love you as Kid?
I am on earth but have no such lid,
How to express words but make strong bid,
All because of you papa,
Mom gave me all happiness of life,
Not looked beautiful but stayed as your wife,
Life not easy for her but an edge of knife,
She still lived on and you too papa,
Today My Mother Died
Today my mother died
Silently without a sign
Never inkling about her sadness
Even though we filled her with madness
Never being a burden for us
Instead giving us all a bless
Today my mother died
The one to whom I always lied
Screaming at her for her calmness
Mom (Mother Mother Mother Mother Mother)
You've been the greatest mother to me
Teaching me many things that others never see
And so I write to you this very day
That The Lord may bless you in every way
Through the years of heartbreak and toil
You've always been there for this boy who you spoil
And now I'm a man whom you trained in the past
Though sometimes I may tell you to 'just kiss my ass'
This One Is For Me
Last night, walked down the garden
Noticed myriad colors on the rosebushes,
Darling, said mom,
which is for you.
Smiled I, looked at all,
For each had a story, so different, so tall.
This, an amiable red, a different hue,
Rose so vauntingly crimson, bright with dew,
I Remember
street lights are still lit up
as she fills my coffee cup
with same greeting everyday
"how's your mom doing today? "
with a simple grin and "okay, "
she hands me bagle and jelly
pinching coins from my pocket
dropping a quarter on the carpet
i lean back to see where it lands
My Friend Mary
On poemhunter I've found a new friend,
Her comments she'll regularly send,
She's boosted my ego
Thus, helping my 'lines' flow
On her I know I can depend.
Her name's Mary Nagy you see,
She could not be nicer to me,
She's open and honest
And one of the bonniest