Donna Nimmo


Donna Nimmo Poems

121. Toilet Paper 12/11/2005
122. Bad Memories 11/23/2005
123. Birdy In The Sky 12/2/2005
124. My Puppies Love 11/28/2005
125. Because You Love Me 11/30/2005
126. A Time At The Beach 11/26/2005
127. Unwanted Child 1/14/2006
128. Caring Man 11/24/2005
129. Nightmares 11/28/2005
130. Trying To Find A Job 11/29/2005
131. Alone 11/23/2005
132. Bartending Days 12/1/2005
133. Donna's Story 11/30/2005
134. To My Abuser 11/28/2005
135. The Controlling Man 11/28/2005
136. A Turtle Named George 12/1/2005
137. The Police Officer's Wife 11/25/2005
138. A Painful Love 11/22/2005
139. Growing Up 11/26/2005
140. Child Abuse 11/29/2005
141. The Abused Wife 11/21/2005

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  • 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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My Love

Love me forever, always be mine
Your etched in my heart and cause me to shine
I'll always be good and kind to you
I'll never break your heart or leave you blue

My love grows stronger each and everyday
Want to stay with you forever is what i pray
You are the bright light in this dark world
My love for you so deep I feel swirled

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