Donna Nimmo


Donna Nimmo Poems

1. Does It Matter 12/4/2005
2. Finding Work 12/8/2005
3. Groceries 12/12/2005
4. Mr. Right 12/1/2005
5. Weather Phobia 12/16/2005
6. She Wonders 1/14/2006
7. Tequila 1/14/2006
8. Live In The Jungle 1/16/2006
9. Fish Dinner 1/16/2006
10. Maid 1/17/2006
11. Emptiness 1/27/2006
12. The Chicken 1/29/2006
13. Embrace My Love 2/27/2006
14. She Loves Alone 5/20/2006
15. Face Of Happiness 6/26/2006
16. Internet Love 6/26/2006
17. Thumper 9/13/2006
18. Making The Best Of Life 10/31/2006
19. Tiny Hiney 11/17/2006
20. The Road Of Life 11/25/2006
21. Merry Christmas 2006 12/8/2006
22. The Soldiers Family 3/8/2007
23. The Price Of Freedom 3/9/2007
24. Daddy Of A Soldier 3/10/2007
25. I'Ll Cry Silent Tears 6/25/2007
26. Turn Up The Music 7/15/2007
27. Could You Hold Me 3/2/2008
28. Monster Of The Sea 9/18/2008
29. In A Perfect World 2/8/2009
30. An Abused Child 2/11/2009
31. Writing A Prisoner 2/23/2009
32. The Book Hides A Mask 6/2/2009
33. Chaplain Readsto The Soldiers Before They Go Out To Combat 10/11/2009
34. Peace And Love 1/6/2007
35. Anna Nicole 2/9/2007
36. Horrifying Panic Attacks 5/11/2007
37. What If 5/13/2007
38. Lost Love 9/3/2011
39. Your Prisoner For Life 9/3/2011
40. Broken 10/29/2011

Comments about Donna Nimmo

  • Samantha Cook Samantha Cook (11/10/2014 10:41:00 AM)

    I love your poem a lonely housewife so very true.

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  • Jessica Langgin (12/15/2011 6:35:00 AM)

    Thank you for your poem 'A Police Officer's Wife'. A group of us wives here in Las Vegas will be borrowing it (giving you cred, of course) for a night we have arranged to send the husbands treats at work. Accompanying the treats is your poem. Thank you for writing that special poem from the heart. It's so obvious it is genuine & many of us have taken a liking to it. Thanks again!

  • Charles Garcia (2/15/2006 10:31:00 AM)

    I was born too soon to go off to war
    The memories are so clear, never to leave me so thankful that
    I’m here. Many of my buddies left their bodies,
    Their spirits come home
    I remember it well, no one to take care of me it was time to grow, Yes, I was to grow up fast.

    But sir: I am only seventeen what do I know of the past, I am told, the
    United States needs me no guarantee I will be back.
    My Fourth of July spent on Guadalcanal where fireworks are free, and
    Lasting through out the night. Far more than you care to see.
    These days are gone now, only memories that I can’t forget, no one seems
    To care but me, as I lived my life day to day, not knowing if I ever would
    Get back. Day after day, I did not know if I would see tomorrow, for tomorrow was only another day, not much different than yesterday,
    I was not afraid; who gives a shit, when you’re seventeen.
    For three long years I served my country, little did I complain, as eight thousand miles from home not easy to get back? You see I broke my
    Back, lost some teeth, my hair turning white, matters not, you made
    A commitment we need you no way to send you back. I saw and
    Participated in this war, did my part and now I forget the Past.
    For I have some living to do as you see I now at twenty-one,
    So at Twenty one, who gives a shit as still wet behind the ears I’m
    Just a kid at heart, no time to waste, Its time to grow up, as a
    Mans goal to replace the population that’s no longer here.
    I cannot shake the past memories, they hang on and on, so hard for me to do! Then I remember my Navy Days, always stay on course, as there are things you have to do.





    The early years:
    I marry a girl met years ago, while serving in Great Lakes Ill.
    We start a family; she becomes part of me.
    The years go by one by one I was to learn a trade or two, but never
    Satisfied of what to do. My dreams seem to never go away, I wake up in a sweat every night, I learned a thing or two, never satisfied, my lust to learn, a lot to know. What the future holds and had in mind, what was I to do!
    For who know it all at thirty-two.

    I try so hard to stay on top, clothe my family, I do my best I finally forget the war, and found my God’ my life to change As I progress in my final trade,
    For at forty-four-
    I find myself educated more and more, and I thought then I was to know it all, little did I know that there would be more war, as Korea,
    Vietnam to name a few, it seems the war I fought was for nill, that’s the sadist part of all, For it seems nothing changes and changes none as the world seems to fall apart, and I see in the not to far distant future the world not finished yet as we do not learn from war. I guarantee you that.
    Now I am fifty-three.
    A new life to begin as I find my faith (Baha’I) and in self too young to retire, yet old enough to die, as at this time I was to get something I did not want, as I got a cancer in my kidney, and I was told that I had but a few months to live. So I live my life as I saw fit, and I was to beat the statistics given me. I changed my way of life, no more drinking smoking and such, for God’ has been so good to me.
    I leave my trade, start a new career all new, in the construction field, These are good years for me, as I to Become a Contractor learning a brand new trade. I built many projects large and small I worked real hard; I get a jump-start on a new Career and it’s very good to me
    I make a success of it and finish off my years, my son takes after the likes of me Continues on with this trade, follows my footsteps and career.

    I finally reach the age of seventy-six.
    All of a sudden I’m seventy-six. Going strong I look back as all I worked
    Hard for to disintegrate, and very fast I was told it wouldn’t last, who
    Listens to anyone at seventy-six. As my dear wife of 55 years to leave me
    As she did not deserve to die, she reached her final years before her time and
    Was gone just like the breeze. All I know she gave me her best years and now she’s gone, what am I to do, to fill this void of mine, for after a bout
    With therapy I find I must fill my time, with pen and paper to write what
    Comes to mind, I find poetry this the year 2000
    I do not regret my past, I gave it all the best I could, and it brings me to the present now, as I mellow out my years, as I Start a new life, I’m now 78 years old, and in Santee; found myself a women to take her place, we were married in 2003, to be my companion to share my future years, what ever is left for her or me.
    charles garcia I share with youl
    Written June 2003
    Charles Garcia

Best Poem of Donna Nimmo

The Abused Wife

She drive's into her neighborhood
Her heart starts racing
She knows he's been pacing
She can't explain what took so long
She knows she won't be understood
He won't listen to what she has to say
He will be so angry that she didn't stay
She only went to the corner store
He will blame her for so much more
He will accuse her of meeting a man
She hurried so fast, she almost ran
He will scream and slap her across the room
Break things, even beat her with a broom
If she's lucky only bruises this time
Or sent to the hospital because of this slime
He will ...

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Does It Matter

Does it matter if the sun doesn't shine
Does it matter if i'm drunk from wine
Most people I see, don't know who I am
Their ways, their life, they try to cram
How I feel doesn't matter to most
I'm very cordial, I'll be their host
What I think doesn't matter anymore
I've swam in life, got washed to shore
My life has been, many hurricanes

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