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The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew

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- Published: January 2009
Inspirational Poem About Disabled Sister

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She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to kiss,
A man she idolized.
She never felt love's bliss,
'Cause she was paralyzed.

She never got to talk
About love with a smile.
She never got to walk
Down a church's aisle.

She never got to say
Those precious words, "I Do."
But she was far and away
The strongest girl I ever knew.

She couldn't brush her hair
Or put make up on her face.
She couldn't hold you dear
Or give you a warm embrace.

She couldn't clasp her hands
As if in the form of prayer.
She couldn't understand
Why she was in a wheelchair.

She never showed her fears
Or let you hear her cries.
She never showed the tears
That fell down from her eyes.

She never looked for pity
Or sympathy from you.
That's why she'll always be
The strongest girl I ever knew.
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Daddy's Doll
- Published: December 2008
in Abuse Poems

The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.

The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.

For my dear old Dad, has made me sad,
By playing house with me,
And you can bet, I can't forget,
All the things he's done to me.

For he's robbed me of my purity,
And he's stripped me of my pride,
He took from me my virginity,
And he ruined me inside.

It makes no sense my innocence,
Was forced to take a tragic fall.
I don't know why but I know that I,
Have become my Daddy's Doll.

I'm so confused for I've been abused,
And I don't think he will stop.
It sounds absurd but If I say a word,
I know I'll get a pop.

And I'll have to lie about my eye,
When it is black and blue.
I slipped and fell, I hurt like hell,
But what am I to do?

It will do more harm if I tell my Mom,
Because she'll think it's a lie.
And for a fact, she'll tell me that,
"Daddy's not that type of guy".

And because I'm young, I bite my tongue,
And my tears begin to fall.
I wonder why I have to cry,
And be my Daddy' Doll.
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I Love Your Smile
- Published: January 2011
in Sweet Love Poems

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.

I love your clothes, your turned-up nose,
The way your precious kisses taste,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your lips and slender hips.
I love the giggle in your talk.
I love your class and your sweet sass,
The wiggle in your sexy walk.

I love your shrug and your warm hug,
Love your tender and warm embrace.
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your look, the way you cook.
I love your heart, your soul and mind.
I love the way you laugh and play,
How you always treat me so kind.

I love the fact you are intact.
I love your style, charm and grace,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your charms, your loving arms,
How you hold me so tenderly.
I love the bliss, the happiness
When you're making sweet love to me.

I love when you get naughty, too
And kiss me all over the place,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
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Christmas Time
- Published: December 2010
Christmas Is A Time For...

in Christmas Poems

Christmas time is finally here.
It only comes but once a year,
And it's a time to spread good cheer
To those we love and hold so dear.

Christmas time is finally here.
It only comes but once a year,
And it's a time to spread good cheer
To those we love and hold so dear.

Christmas time is a time of glee,
A time when peace and love run free,
A time for those like you and me
To sit beneath the Christmas tree.

Christmas time is a time of joy,
A time to sit back and enjoy
The smile on each girl and boy,
As they play with a Christmas toy.

Christmas time is a time to share
The passing of another year.
Birth of Jesus, a joyful prayer,
To show loved ones how much we care.

Christmas time is a time for song,
A time for us to get along,
To make us feel Lord Jesus strong,
Forgive all those who did us wrong.

Christmas time is a time to pray,
Put love and kindness on display,
Show compassion along the way.
Christmas time should be every day.
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The Dishes Are Done
- Published: January 2009
Funny Poem About A Nagging Wife

in Funny Family Poems

Well, the dishes are done,
There's nothing in the sink.
So I think I'll sit,
And pour myself a drink.

Well, the dishes are done,
There's nothing in the sink.
So I think I'll sit,
And pour myself a drink.
But just as I sit,
I hear her voice.
And I've got to get up,
Because I've got no choice.

You see, I've got this woman,
Who says she's my wife.
And says I promised to love her,
For the rest of my life.
She's awful bossy,
And overbearing too.
And she loves to tell me,
What to do!

She says, "Ronald, are the dishes done?
Did you wash and dry each one?
Ronald, did you put them away,
Don't you listen to what I say?"

And I say,

"Yes, Dear, the dishes are done,
I washed and dried each one.
Yes, Dear, I put them away,
Because I always do whatever you say."

But I don't know why,
I let her treat me this way.
And I swear,
I'm going to leave her someday.
I'm going to walk out,
And I'm going to have some fun.
But until that day,
The dishes will be done.
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I Never Asked You To Be My Dad
- Published: November 2008
in Abuse Poems

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.
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Goodbye, Mister Cocaine
- Published: December 2008
Poem About Walking Away From Cocaine

in Addiction Poems about Family

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now Mr. Cocaine, how could you dare,
Even have the nerve to come around here?
Because of you, I lost my wife and kids,
And I'll never forgive you for what you did.

For you made me lie, cheat, swindle and steal,
And you convinced me it was no big deal.
To lie to my sister and rip off my brother,
And even steal from my own sweet mother.

You brought me to places I didn't want to be,
You made me see things I didn't want to see.
You made me do things I didn't want to do,
Like leaving my kids just to hang out with you.

You promised you'd be there, but you left me alone,
You didn't even answer when I called on the phone.
You promised me riches, but you then left me poor,
And these are the reasons I don't want you anymore.

So goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye pain,
Goodbye to the days of acting insane.
Goodbye to the nights we spent together,
Goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye forever.
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My Best And Favorite Girl
- Published: December 2008
Poem To Mom

in Mother Poems

You brought me my first toy,
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.

You brought me my first toy,
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.
You taught me how to count
And how to say my ABC's,
How to say, "You're Welcome,"
"Thank You," and "Pretty Please."

You taught me "Our Father,"
And "Hail Mary, Full of Grace,"
And how to greet a neighbor
With a smile and embrace.
You taught me that all things
Come from Jesus up above.
But most of all, sweet Mother,
You taught me how to love.

You taught me that all leprechauns
Possessed a pot of gold
And that they had these unicorns
Back in the days of old.
You taught me that a fantasy
Could end up with a scream.
You taught me not to give up,
Not to give up on a dream.

You taught me words of wisdom
And tended to my every need.
You gave me all the tools
That a man needs to succeed.
You filled my world with laughter,
And you brightened up my world.
And these are the reasons why
You're my best and favorite girl.
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The Baby Must Be
- Published: November 2008
in Abortion Poems

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The girl is distraught,
The man is long gone.
The intimate moment,
Does not linger on.

The girl is confused,
Knows not what to do.
The friends that she has,
Are precious and few.

The girl's family
Will shun her for sure.
If she tells the truth,
They'll love her no more.

The thoughts in her head,
Ungodly at best.
"I can't have this child,
My life is a mess.

The drugs that I'm on,
Have taken their toll.
They rule my body,
My mind and my soul."

The answer's simple,
It'll just take one day.
She'll have The Clinic
Sweep the baby away.

The Lord in her heart,
Says, "Please trust in me."
And deep down inside,
She knows the baby must be.
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Halloween
- Published: October 2011
Rhyming Halloween Poem

in Halloween Poems

Halloween, blood gurgling scream
Little children run and hide
Ghost costumes and flying brooms
On which evil witches ride

Halloween, blood gurgling scream
Little children run and hide
Ghost costumes and flying brooms
On which evil witches ride

Haunted house, a shredded blouse
A scarecrow in the backyard
Graveyard love, vampire's blood
Can make this night seem so hard

Halloween, enchanted scene
A night filled with pure terror
Freddy Krueger, plastic Luger
There is no room for error

Rotten eggs, a neighbor begs
"Please don't use toilet paper."
Pranksters prey and run away
Like they just pulled a caper

Halloween, big eyes of green
A black cat is hissing loud
Ghosts say "Boo" and Mom warns you
"Don't stray too far from the crowd."

Trick or treat, a candy sweet
Also calories galore
Get off track and circle back
Maybe you will get some more

Halloween, number thirteen
A night of goblins and ghosts
Pumpkin patches, bag snatchers
And a Jack-O-Lantern host

Pitch black night, kids filled with fright
Enchanting and scary scene
A full bag will make them brag
And long for next Halloween
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