Donna Nimmo


Donna Nimmo Poems

41. Freedom As A Wife 6/25/2006
42. Face Of Happiness 6/26/2006
43. Internet Love 6/26/2006
44. A Mother's Love 9/12/2006
45. Pills 9/13/2006
46. Thumper 9/13/2006
47. Making The Best Of Life 10/31/2006
48. Tiny Hiney 11/17/2006
49. The Road Of Life 11/25/2006
50. Merry Christmas 2006 12/8/2006
51. Children At Christmas 12/27/2006
52. A Parole Hearing For A Murderer 1/6/2007
53. Woman On The Run 1/6/2007
54. The Soldiers Family 3/8/2007
55. The Price Of Freedom 3/9/2007
56. Daddy Of A Soldier 3/10/2007
57. I'Ll Cry Silent Tears 6/25/2007
58. Turn Up The Music 7/15/2007
59. Drowning In Sorrows 8/5/2007
60. Let Me Be The Tin Man 8/30/2007
61. Could You Hold Me 3/2/2008
62. Monster Of The Sea 9/18/2008
63. The Book Hides A Mask 6/2/2009
64. Chaplain Readsto The Soldiers Before They Go Out To Combat 10/11/2009
65. Peace And Love 1/6/2007
66. Anna Nicole 2/9/2007
67. Conquered Life 5/7/2007
68. Horrifying Panic Attacks 5/11/2007
69. What If 5/13/2007
70. Lost Love 9/3/2011
71. Your Prisoner For Life 9/3/2011
72. Broken 10/29/2011
73. Helpless With Dementia 11/28/2006
74. In A Perfect World 2/8/2009
75. An Abused Child 2/11/2009
76. Writing A Prisoner 2/23/2009
77. Three Ankle Biters And A Shotgun 12/27/2006
78. The Thief Of Hearts 1/10/2007
79. Christmas High 1/1/2007
80. Country Music And A Jailhouse Girl 1/1/2007

Comments about Donna Nimmo

  • Harry Colgan (5/2/2018 2:19:00 PM)

    I am a student at a well-known university in the United Kingdom studying Drama. I used your poem Nightmares as inspiration for a piece of physical theatre for my final performance which was based on sleep paralysis. Thank you very much for this great creation as it allowed me to create an interesting piece which was meaningful to me and the audience members.

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

    I love your poem a lonely housewife so very true.

  • 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

Happy Mothers Day In Heaven

I reached for your hand, It wasn’t there
I needed your heart, you didn’t care
I was born to you, you couldn’t love me
I was a mistake, you needed to be free

I don’t blame you, life dealt you a bad deal
You never knew love, and could not heal
Abandoned yourself, a very young child
You needed your freedom, to be wild

Trapped like a wild animal all your life
So much burden to have children and be a wife
Made bad choices, abuse was all you knew
The worst of mankind is what you drew

You never healed from being a kid
I couldn’t understand back ...

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Depression

Don't want to live
Don't want to die
Sometimes I just need to cry
So I get out paper and pen
Once again depression sneaking in
I'm so lost within my soul
Pain from the past, trying to control
Darkness trying to steal my light
Trying to turn my day, into night

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