I miss your voice that used to softly sing my special lullaby.
I miss your hands that used to hold me when I was scared.
I miss your eyes that would bring me to ease each time I stared into them.
I miss your nicknames you gave me when I would act bad.
This poem reminds me of my dearest mom. My mom left me this day in 2007. It's 10 years now, but my eyes well up whenever I think of her. It takes your entire lifetime to get over the loss of...
in Anger Poems
Why did you do the things you did?
Why did you say the things you said?
Why did you change who you are?
Why did you choose a man over your own daughter?
Yes, thanks everyone for sharing your stories. I am so sorry to hear these stories. It's unimaginable. I don't feel alone in my feelings about my mother. She died a year ago and left her...
What happened to the good old days?
Back when my life was full of joy and happiness?
Back when my world was a beautiful place to live?
Back when people loved one another and everyone smiled?
The Good old days were the Best of all which it is just too bad that they're all gone today.
in Poems about Teen Life
I'm a tomboy, that is true,
But at the same time I am still a girl too.
Just because I don't express my feelings,
Doesn't mean I don't have any, because I do.
I have been a tomboy for a year. I also have like a million boys who are friends and just a couple girls. My sister wants me to be girly like her, but I just can't.
in Inspirational Poems
I have never done drugs and never will.
I don't give into peer pressure.
I believe that drugs are lame.
Drugs cause you to make irresponsible decisions.