Rainy Days When I Was Young
in Change Poems
When I was young on rainy days,
Alone on my front porch I'd play.
I'd lose myself in another time
That I could create with my toys and my mind.
in Change Poems
When I was young on rainy days,
Alone on my front porch I'd play.
I'd lose myself in another time
That I could create with my toys and my mind.
in Regret Poems
The hardest part of getting old,
Is dealing with regrets,
Accepting there's no going back.
One chance is all I get.
I'm alone too, and it's mostly my own fault. I hate it, but it's trust. Grasping for youth at 54 is not how it should be.
in Summer Poems
The familiar rhythm of the cricket's chirps
Create the soundtrack for each day,
Echoing Summer's end
And that Autumn's on her way.
End of summer, yes, when my daughter goes outside and comes back in to ask, "How does the weather know it's back to school time?" when the chill in the morning air precedes the special crisp...
In the neighborhood where I was raised,
My life revolved around my friends.
And each day brought new adventures
And endless games of let's pretend.
in Aging Poems
Those things that meant the most to me
Are no longer in my life.
And those people most important
Have vanished now from sight.
I just love your poems - keep writing. You inspire me to keep writing myself.
I lost a precious part of me
Where you once dwelled, dear friend.
A bond that spanned a lifetime
Came abruptly to an end.
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
But to fate we must concede.
This touches my heart deeply. I believe life is more about what "IS" rather than the what "WAS" with unresolved issues between family or friends. I am in recovery with four estranged...
She waves for my attention,
So free upon the breeze.
The sun reflects her stars and stripes,
As proud as she can be.
A wonderful patriotic tribute to the stars and stripes of the American flag. Beautifully written.
Before he crawled into his bed,
He prayed his soul to take.
Then curled up in the darkness,
And spent the night awake.
A wonderful write Patricia...
This poem should be shown in every school
so kids know bullying's against the rules
That everyone has a place on this earth
to live in peace and realise...
in God Poems
I do my very best each day
Though some days prove worse than others.
I'm everywhere I'm needed,
No need more crucial than another.