My Mother - A poem I wrote when I was 9I wanted to share a poem I wrote when I was in Grade 2. It was... 1999 I believe, I was 8 or 9 years old.My Mother - A poem I wrote when I was 93 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My Mother wipes away the tears I shed
Kisses me goodnight
Tucks me up in bed
My Mother comforts me when I’m sad
But is stern
When I am bad
My Mother takes me to the doctor when I’m sick
But she’ll always know
If it’s just a trick
My Mother always takes me to school
Buys my books
And my art-box tools
My Mother will occasionally give me a sweet
Buy me ice-cream
Take me out to eat
My mother always sets me right
If I’m in a panic
Or a fight
My Mother helps me look after my pets
Gives them food
And a place to rest
My mother has provided everything I need
Clothes and food
A bed on which to read
I love my mother and she loves me
Together we make
A wonderful team!
Cold in HellDespite, what you're toldCold in Hell3 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It is very cold in Hell
There are no screams of terror and pain
It is absolutely silent
The bitter winds whip your body
The air chills you to the bone
You're left all alone
Or so you believe you are
I wouldn't trust you if I were you
You were the one who put yourself in this miserable place
Left with only memories
Memories of regret and shame
You better learn to like them
You're gonna be stuck with them for quite awhile
As the ice freezes around you
Creating a tomb you will never be free from
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to DustI look upon this empty room and it feels so very bare.Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cause usually when I do go in you are always their.
You would always make me laugh about your stories from the past.
What I didn't know then is that it wasn't going to last.
I heard the sirens of an ambulance coming down our street.
I felt a stream of fear running from my head straight to my feet.
They took you to the hospital and I didn't seem to know why.
But when my mom told me you had a massive stroke all I did was cry.
When I she told me what had happened I just felt so upset.
But that pain couldn't prepare me for what would happen next.
I thought you were going to get better, I was hopeful all month long.
And then that day I realized that I was so very wrong.
You fought this battle with bravery and you gave it all your power.
But all I heard was a banshee scream and the wheels of the Coach-a-bower.
We stood around the hospital bed and tears
DadDon't poison me with liesDad1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or kiss me your goodbyes
Don't pretend you really care
Fake emotion's all that's there
You changed me for the worst
You gave me this horrid curse
So don't pretend you really care
Fake emotion's all that's there.
Death WoesIt's up to you to make this life a good oneDeath Woes1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To make an impact on those around you
When you die the earth will continue to turn
Your memory will be gone in a few generations
It's just a fact one needs to accept
Maybe it's better that way
To be forgotten immediately after death
Would you want to be be forgotten by everyone and die without anyone caring as if your existence had been meaningless?
Or would you rather be surrounded by everyone you love weeping, counting off your final days with you?
Everyone grieving for days over the pain your death brought them
The choice is yours
I hope you choose right