Happy Mother's Day!

MOTHER'S DAY POEM:

God I praise you,
thank you for sending
me an angel..
 

From the heavens
above, to take care
of me.

... I love her so dearly,
she means the world
to me.

Having her by my side,
I feel invincible !!

Nothing can ever
come between us,
we're inseparable !!

I'm overwhelmed
with her love..

I love her so much !!

Nothing I wouldn't do
to hold her forever.

She's changed my
life for the better.

And on this special day,
called mother's day..

I want the world to know,
how much I love her...

I'll do anything for her !!

We're two hearts
that beat as one.

I'll shadow her every
walk.

Mom I love you with
all my heart !!

I thank the heavens above..

For the greatest mom of all.

Happy mothers day mommy.

Written by: Poet Shi
April 24 2012
 

The Words Of A Child
To His Mother:

Being loved by my mommy
means so much to me.

She's my ray of hope,
that's why I love her so
much.
...
A gift from above,
brought down from the
heavens..

To love and take care
of me.

Truly blessed it is I,
to have you for a mother.

From that very second,
I was in your belly..

I was frighten of my new
surroundings, but just
the sound of your voice
made it all better.

I remember when you
would sing me lullabies,
and put me to sleep..

Such a blessing for me.

As I waited in anticipation,
until that day that we meet.

I remember that burst of
energy, when I first was
conceived.

When I open my eyes
with caution, to this
beautiful person..

I would call my mother.

Written by: Poet Shi
May-13-2012
 



Sunday Poetry: Wars

by Austin Ray

Wars.
What are they good for?
Why do we want more and more?
We try to free nations.
We end up leaving broken relations.
The bombs that fall,
murder and devastate all.
The children and hurt
Left with nothing
Not even shirts.
The regimes are cruel.
They have strict absolute rule.
They must must quit.
I'm sick of this shit.

by Austin Ray

Sunday Poetry: Surge

by: lilith

I want to touch your immortal soul,

caress your dark heart,

drink from your well,

walk on your waves,

be submerged by your sea.

Should I dip my toes

carefully, cautiously?

Or plunge fully,

fiercely, freely;

without care should you

spit me upon the sands

or swallow me in your surge?

My wish is to hear your voice;

in my head,

flowing thru my ears,

thrumming against my palms

as I embrace your bones,

nudging your conciousness

with my need.

Yet dare I make contact,

crashing myself into

your existence,

shaking your tree

til the fruits plummet into my grasp?

I rage with insecurity,

once blown apart

by impetuous desire,

my heart no longer sure

what is lie and what is truth.

So should I suffice

with silence;

only my verse to express

my wonderment,

and be content with the presence

that haunts me ever

in my dreams?

Copyright ©2011 Spiritwind Studios Ltd

by: lilith

Sunday Poetry: E

by Austin Ray

E

I'm sick of the corruption

The fighting and wars

I just want some peace for my children who

Will walk along these shores

Why can't we just be?

We can't live happily

Our kids won't soon forget

All the devastation

All those who wept

The shores are littered

For what?

For cash?

We burn, we burn, we burn

Yet people never learn

We are polluting let and right

There is no end in sight

What happened to compassion

Understanding and trust?

What happened to all the good things which

Have been left out to rust?

I cry for my generation

This overly consuming nation

We need to do something

Before we end up with

Nothing

by Austin Ray

Sunday Poetry: And The World Always Turns/She Was a Dandelion Seed in the Wind

by: Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

And the World Always Turns

She walks somewhere I do not know

And I wish I was there

But love in time I did not show

That I for her did care.

It matters not in lifes scheme

That in love with her was I

That of her I did often dream

But to say so was too shy,

So I have lost and that is life

My heart with loves pains burns

She will be someone elses wife

And the world always turns.

And I surely with the coming of time

Another I shall find

Worthy to tributes write in rhyme

But still there in my mind

The lady of the sweetest smile

Who exuded such grace

For whom Id have crawled many a mile

Will always hold a place.

Others she meets she may welcome

Other men sometimes she spurns

She'll know not the love of where Im from

And the world always turns.

She Was A Dandelion Seed in the Wind

Once upon a time in a garden

There was a seed that the wind blew

Dancing, like a ballerina in the air

Up and down and round it threw

In a dance that was enchanting

The parachuted passenger seed of dandelion

In the flamenco passion of the wind

Looking like a creation devine

And chance would tell where it lay

And time would tell where it grew

Such a seed was she blowing into my life

That girl from Italy I once knew.

Sometimes you have to catch a seed

To hold it close and lose it never

But I let her blow away

And so lost her forever

I will never forget her smile

Though I forget her last name

That dandelion seed in my life

That I failed to plant and tame.

All dandelion seeds are the same they say

And true as that may be

I knew in my heart there was the chance

She was the one for me.

But if the garden of my heart

Was good for her to grow

I never had the courage to ask

And so, shall never know.

So when you see a dandelion seed you desire

Grasp it in your hand

And blow its parachute away

With love... strand by strand.

Or you will be like me

Full of regret because

A wind blew her over the garden wall of my life

And I lost a love that never was.

by: Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Sunday Poetry: Stronger Than They Say/The Man I Am Today

by: Matthew Alexander Rodriguez



Stronger Than They Say

If you've found yourself afraid and you thought it best to run

If you've found the world untamed and you're kept from all the fun

I hope these words comfort you and you see all your dreams through

I hope these words comfort you and your wishes all come true

Because you're stronger than they say and your courage grows each day

And every breath you take, every step you make is everything but a so-called mistake

Yeah, every fear you face, every life embraced is nothing less than a scar replaced

Because you're stronger than they say

Through every road or bend your family and friends will stand by you till the end

Yeah, every time you take a stand, every time you lend a hand is a sign you understand

Because you're stronger than they say

If you've ever felt ashamed to the point of breaking down

If you've ever been betrayed and emptiness is all you found

Please understand you're not alone and it's all right to shed some tears

Please understand you're not alone and in time the skies will clear

Because you're stronger than they say and your courage grows each day

And every breath you take, every step you make is everything but a so-called mistake

Yeah, every fear you face, every life embraced is nothing less than a scar replaced

Because you're stronger than they say

Through every road or bend your family and friends will stand by you till the end

Yeah, every time you take a stand, every time you lend a hand is a sign you understand

Because you're stronger than they say

.

The Man I Am Today

For all the hurt I caused you and the worry I infused

I apologize from my heart for the comfort I refused

For all the tears in your eyes and all the words unsaid

I apologize from my heart for ever wishing I were dead

For all the times I broke you and the tales I told untrue

I apologize from my heart for and I'm glad my mom is you

Because you shaped me by your courage and you shaped me by your strength

Yeah, you shaped me by your smiles and you shaped me by your fears

Yeah, you shaped the man am today

Because you shaped me from your heart and you shaped me from your soul

For all the days that I'd run and the privileges abused

I apologize from my heart for ever making you confused

For all the fights that we had and all the silent bends

I apologize from my heart for telling all my friends

For all the scars that I hid and the times I hated you

I apologize from my heart and I'm glad my dad is you

Because you shaped me by your courage and you shaped me by your strength

Yeah, you shaped me by your smiles and you shaped me by your fears

Yeah, you shaped the man am today

Because you shaped me from your heart and you shaped me from your soul

Whoa, you shaped me from your knowledge and you shaped me from your dreams

From the moment I was born to the first steps I walked forth

Whoa, you shaped me from your knowledge and you shaped me from your dreams

From this moment till my death you'll shape me forevermore

Because you shaped me from your hearts and you shaped me from your souls

Yeah, you shaped the man I am today

by Matthew Alexander Rodriguez

Sunday Poetry: Real Promises (His Version)

by: Georgia

There will be pain at times and you'll want to leave

I may beat you to it, but only to breathe

I'll always return to the place I belong

With chocolates and flowers to make up for that wrong

Our children will fight you, they'll call you a tyrant

With a smile and a laugh, I'll try and deny it

You'll pick up my messes

You'll say that I'm dirty

I'll ignore that you get dolled up

For the mailman named Harry

I'll eat the mistakes that you choose to call dinner

I'll ignore the five pounds and say you look thinner

You'll tell me my hairline's receeding

But it makes me look sexy

I'll buy a convertible and cycle

Because I know that you'll let me

When it comes time for my check-ups

I won't whine or complain

For the heart that loves me most

Is worth any kind of pain

When our home is lacking the sounds of our children

We'll hold each other and relax in this, knowing

It started with us, alone and unsure

It ends the same way,

With my love and yours

by Georgia

Sunday Poetry: Love Letter

by: Lucy R.

When you feel like you are drowning

And don’t know for what you live

Know that you can do the taking, and it’s my love that I give

When the voices fill the silence

With their lies and absolutes

I will rescue you, my dear, with dreams and wilder truths

So let them say you can’t fly

I see the light in your eyes

Sometimes you felt, like what’s the use

There is no hope of love for you

Just a sad routine, and healing scars

But you keep sight on that bright star

And in time you’ll see, what I just knew

You were meant to win more than you lose

For every piece, of broken heart

Has led my way to where you are

When you feel like those who listen

Just don’t seem to understand

Every hope that you will speak, I hold it in my hand

When the riddle you with speeches

Of how your list of faults is long

I will take you in my arms, and show you that they’re wrong

Don’t get down, don’t get sad

They don’t know what we have

In this tight embrace, feel my heart melt

It’s how you know that all is well

Don’t be afraid, to let it go

I’ll be the one that you can show

Every single tear, every beaming smile

You can rest your heart from all those miles

I won’t ever leave, I won’t say no

I’ll be the one you call your own

by: Lucy R.

Sunday Poetry: Burning Bridges

by: Madelaine Bauman

Teetering on eggshells again and again,

Skating on the blades of lost opportunity and broken trust

I’m just waiting for one of us to slip and fall

We’ve tripped each other long enough

But you’re never satisfied with just bruising an ego

You want to rip out dreams by their roots too.

The roaring of blood in my ears

Is like the cradle of the sea

This place I’ve returned to isn’t home

But, instead, a proverbial Brazen Bull

You’ve soaked the brain in petroleum

With the misdemeanours of my mind

So I must pray for my anger to still

Before verbal fireworks, from an overworked tongue

Push me over the edge, into the fire.

I’ve slowly blazed trails through my subconscious

That you will never find

The map is lost, though I’ve tried to give you a hand

You slapped it away, determined to reach the endpoint

And, instead, I watched, as you carved a path of destruction

Trying to cross a bridge I’d already set on fire. 

Sunday Poetry: Joyful

By: Ilessa Holt

Joyful

My heart skips

My soul leaps

A dance I don't know

Moves my feet

My laugh sounds

My joy abounds

A love I knew not

Spins me 'round

A joyful laugh

Such sorrow gone

My dreams are things to

Which I hold on

Too many times

I've lost my way

How can I go

Without my say?

Your kiss remains

Your lips they speak

Where once my spirit

Never reached

By: Ilessa Holt

**Ilessa Holt is a pen name for a very talented twelve year old poet. She is cautious of her privacy but would love to hear what you think.**

Sunday Poetry: Unspoken

by: Lucy R.

Unspoken

We may have only this one night

We both know why we're here

We've danced this dance for quite some time

And held back out of fear

But time is up for this charade

Our decision has been made

I won't ask why you wear that ring

And you won't speak her name

Kiss me with those lips once more

I need to feel your touch

I've dreamt of this for so long now

I've needed this so much

Guide my body, show me how

We both want this

The time is now

Press against me in just that way

I'll pull you closer

We know this game

Don't speak those words

Don't promise more

For now this is all

I'm asking for

by: Lucy R.

Sunday Poetry: Revenge

Revenge

Breathe in

Blink away the tears

Show me all the pain you have

Let me be your fear

Take life

The best there is

I choose to let you live this way

He gives me all that’s his

Catch up

Tell me what you weep

Don’t you know it’s all a game?

I never lose my sleep

Your soul

It’s all I want

After what you’ve done to me

Let me be this blunt

You shiver

And so you should

I’m coming for your heart my dear

Like I said I would

A caress

A friendly glance

Has led you both to this moment

Now let us dance

Why now?

Didn’t you know?

I always take what’s mine

I never say for show

You lie

Just like before

Only this time I put you there

With him

On his bedroom floor

by Ree Vera

Sunday Poetry: Uninvited & Vous

by: lilith

 

uninvited

uninvited

you sweep in, all smoothness and silk

who are you to drink from my well

as you would your Mother's milk?

who are you to assume the coins

will land on the side you choose?

foolish to think they fall in your favor

you know I don't like to lose

unbidden

you deal the cards, trumping the Queen of Lust

you think it's clever you stacked the deck

but take care you don't go bust

for i hold my cards close

i never reveal my hand

so place your bet, dear sir

don't wait for the river to make a stand

unwelcome

you think your numbers lucky, your web's been spun

you think your prey is caught, your trap holding fast

you think you've already won

yet in one short spin I'll be free

beginning my own delicate weave

dare you tread on my creation?

for if you're trapped, you'll never leave

Vous

Shall I tell thee my deepest secrets?

Shall I bare my soul without shame?

Shall I tell thee how my fever burns

Each time you speak my name?

Would these things trouble thee?

Would they make you turn away,

Leaving me with only the heartache

I feel when night turns to day?

So I must tell you quickly

Before you pass me by

I fear to pose such inquiries

For I am still a bit too shy

Yet you've cast a spell over me

I do nothing but think of thee

So I must know one thing:

Do you do nothing but think of me?

by: lilith

Sunday Poetry: Though They Hold Me

(a poem by Matt Gannon)

Through a rolling field I stalk,
Never to turn back on what has been done.
Through this field I can’t ever stop;
In the remainder of my life there is much to be won.

Distance is covered, though the journey has just begun.
Silver rays light my way and the stars in the moon’s shadow help me on.
Nature and man’s cause is with me, but there are those who try to obstruct my way.
Though they hold me, I press onward with Love, life, and passion combined.
In their trodden trail I will’nt stay.

Step unto step leaves markings behind;
Echoing... longing... waiting for someone to find.
The moon shifts with the stars, altering my course.
I find a glass jar on a table, wondering what treasures it stores.

It appears filled with no more than air, but then it is alight with jade embers.
They wisp and they wander, but also clash and collide.
Beautiful and whole, I need to release them, to hold with a touch that is tender
This must be done before I die.

The airy children of my mind and soul flash and dance in that jar.
I wish them free.
If they were, I’d follow them to the very end, no matter how far.
Their light would allow me to feel, to hear, to see.

By some guidance, I know the jar cannot be opened with force.
When it is right, it will crack and shatter.
When it does, I will say ‘Of course!”
And I will certainly enjoy the above latter.

by Matt Gannon