Donna Nimmo


Donna Nimmo Poems

81. Passion Gone Marriage 6/26/2006
82. Silence 1/12/2006
83. My Hurricane Panic Attacks 8/5/2008
84. Depression 12/4/2005
85. Sad This Christmas 12/14/2005
86. Me 1/16/2006
87. Cheated On 1/14/2006
88. A Parole Hearing For A Murderer 1/6/2007
89. Woman On The Run 1/6/2007
90. Goodbye My Friend For Now 10/19/2013
91. Hurricane Rita 11/23/2005
92. My Children 11/26/2005
93. Watching My Weight 12/1/2005
94. Nursing Home Neglect 11/30/2005
95. My Love 11/22/2005
96. Mother Dear 11/22/2005
97. Kindness 11/28/2005
98. The Lonely House-Wife 1/31/2006
99. My Husband My Love 1/9/2007
100. Growing Up Hard 1/16/2006
101. Celebrate My Life 5/7/2007
102. Sad Holidays 11/25/2005
103. Freddy The Frog 12/4/2005
104. She Walks With The Angels 11/16/2006
105. A Mother's Love 9/12/2006
106. Predicting Ones Life 11/28/2005
107. The War Hero 1/14/2006
108. Life Through My Eyes 11/21/2005
109. Not Suicide 11/29/2005
110. Patient Love 11/27/2005
111. Who Helen Was 11/21/2005
112. Mothers Horror 11/27/2005
113. Social Security Reform 11/27/2005
114. Hello Mr. 1/12/2006
115. Happy Mothers Day In Heaven 5/7/2007
116. Wonderful Bath Bubbles 11/29/2005
117. Hurricane Katrina 11/22/2005
118. If Only 11/27/2005
119. As The Eagle Flies 11/25/2005
120. My Aunt's Murder 11/30/2005

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

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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Freddy The Frog

Freddy was once a toad
He hopped too often in the road
Along came a car
Sent Freddy flying far
Now Freddy's not a toad, but a star!

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