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Daddies Little Girl (Song/poem question.)? Hi I just want your opinions on my song/poem. Haven't decided which lol. If its a song it goes to butterfly fly away by miley cyrus. Kisses and hugs everyday you said you loved me more than I would ever know I loved you to but it would never show You’d kiss me light and hug me tight I’d pull away but you’d pull back And then I’d say “daddy let me go” Of course you never did you held me tight and kept me hid I’ll always count on you for that. You’re my daddy I love you I’m your little girl that’s true! You’d ask me if I love you And I’ll always say “I do” You’ll always count on me for that You had to drive me everywhere one day you took me to the fair Whenever I’d look back you were always there Keeping an eye on me making sure I didn’t stray to far away You kept me safe and sound Everyday and every night making sure I was alright I’ll always count on you for that You’re my daddy I love you I’m your little girl that’s true! You’ll ask me if I love you And I’ll always say “I do” You’ll always count on me for that It’ll seem like your losing your baby girl as I grow But daddy I want you to always know That I love you more than I can show Were a big happy family I love you and you love me. We also love my mom and brother Guess we’ll always count on each other

what is the name of the movie where the teacher hands a baby to a student and says "go to your daddy"? she then says to another student "ill see you after class" then tells a girl to shut up when the girl reads her poem aloud to the class. what is this movie!

good poem for 1st birthday and baptism in one? looking for a poem to read to my daughter. having her 1st birthday and baptism together to i really want to incorporate both into one poem. preferably to baby girl from mommy and daddy. been tryingto write one myself but im a horrible writer, HELP!!! :)

ANYONE KNOW A POEM FOR A DADDY? I am making a card for my fiance. We have a daugher who is almost 4 months and i need a poem that is written to him from his baby girl? anyone know any

poem for new daddy or first time daddy? Hi, we're are about to have our first baby (little girl) and i wanted to find a cute poem for my husband. Its a special time and if i can find a cute poem for him i want to frame it and give it as a gift. anyone know any good ones for new daddys?

Comment, but dont if your gonna hate. Thank you. And you have to read it all before judging. Thank you.? Its good to know that i come 3rd in your life 1st your girlfriend 2nd your wife - I love how you say you do, But we both know you dont care Every baby girl deserves her daddy Not one baby mama deserves to go on without her baby daddy Every baby girl needs her daddy But where were you? You were no where to be found when i needed you I am the type of girl to sit at the door Waiting for her daddy to arrive Every birthday, wondering if you will call Wondering what i did wrong to not deserve you I really do miss you And i thought you missed me to What happened to you You were gone Locked up, behind bars Not a letter, not a call, not a word For 13 years, you never tried to make contact You met me for a few months Just a couple of visits Makin small talk in the food court at the mall So much awkwardness And no where for it to go Then i moved away, and you never begged for me to stay You told me to keep in touch, to always send pictures So you dont forget my face. But when i try, you hang up 10 minutes in the conversation But every baby girl deserves a daddy My mommy has to be both Mommy and daddy. I'll never have a daddy but I dont need one. Never did Never will. This isnt a rhyming group of words These group of words are the life of a baby girl Without a daddy. So if you want to hate on the words Of a baby girl who knows whats up Speakin the truth Never the lies You can take it somewhere else Because this isnt a poem This is a life. Tell me what yhu think(: !!! Please dont comment if your gonna hate (:

A Poem I wrote for my Brothers first baby (RIP)? I don't have a question, just a poem that I wrote for my little brother and his wife when their perfectly healthy 8 pound baby girl died a week after she was born. (20 minutes in the womb without oxygen)The anniversary of her death is coming up next month and I would just like to share the poem. Her life was short but the memories are what keeps us going. OUR BABY GIRL THOUGH YOU NEVER GOT TO MEET US MOMMY AND DADDY WERE ALWAYS HERE WE HELD YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY THROUGH EACH AND EVERY TEAR IT BROKE OUR HEARTS TO SAY HELLO AND AT THE SAME TIME SAY GOODBYE GOD WANTED US TO LET YOU GO SO WE LET OUR ANGEL FLY BABY GIRL, YOU BLESSED OUR LIVES IN THE SHORT TIME YOU WERE HERE YOU’RE AN ANGEL UP IN HEAVEN NOW BUT OUR HEARTS STILL HOLD YOU NEAR WE KNOW THE LORD WILL KEEP YOU TIL WE GET THERE, BUT UNTIL THEN JUST REMEMBER THAT WE LOVE YOU JAYLEE, SWEET DREAMS TIL WE MEET AGAIN

Would a girl like this poem? Just for a little info, she lives with her ex but doesn't love him. Kind of a last resort thing since he's her babies daddy. LET ME! Let me take you out, Let me be your friend Let me be the one who can make you understand Let me hold you close and hold your hand to Let me be the one who can make you feel like you Let me make you laugh, let me make you smile Let me be the one who makes a trip seem like a mile Let me take you shopping, don’t say no or maybe It would mean the world to me if you’d just let me call you baby Let me give you hugs, let me give you kisses Let me be the one who is granting all your wishes Let me love your kids, provide you with a home Let me be the one who makes you never feel alone Let me be your hero and come to your crying rescue Let me be the one who is always there to help you Let me treat you right and give you what you need I’ll be your knight in shining armor if you’d just let me be So if you let me give my love, I’ll let you keep my heart Let me do these things and let us never be apart.

Nice Fathers Day Poem for a new daddy!? our baby girl is due 2 days after Fathers Day so I really want to get my hubby somthing speical I found a really cool Personalized Plaque but Im not sure what I should have it say any suggestions heres a link to the plaque if you wanna see it http://www.personalizationmall.com/Hold-Me-In-Your-Heart-Personalized-Plaque-For-Dad-p8626.prod?sdest=product&sdestid=2661&storeid=20&categoryid=1229

Baby Poem, your thoughts? Hiya! I found this poem on the internet, it is so beautiful! What do yo think of it? I'm gonna copy and paste it: A Dad's Poem Son or daughter, baby of mine Bang on the belly and tell me you're fine The world is troubled and the earth is cursed But our love is a bubble that never will burst Your daddy and your mummy Are talking to a tummy And the worrying days turn slow When you're waiting to say hello I told your Grandad and he tore out his hair I told your nanny and she fell off her chair We guess you're a girl but we could be wrong This once was a poem and now it's a song Now your Grandad and your Nana's Are checking out their calenders Marking off the minutes to say hello You took us by surprise but we loved you from the start We haven't any money, but we've got a lot of heart We put up a cot and we papered the wall Then mummy took a taxi to the hospital Where the midwives and the doctors And the privately financed photographers Were waiting for your little head to show Don't cry babe, we're saying hello It was three in the morning when my heart-clock stopped The doctors rushed in as your heart-rate dropped You were stuck in the tunnel, you were turning blue Don't know what we would have done if we'd lost you With your room all done out ready With the toys and the teddies And outfits hanging in a row All waiting to say hello The nurse cried 'push', and your mummy gripped hard Held onto daddy and his hands were scarred And then in a blur you were in the world In the arms of your mummy, a beautiful girl With the love and the pain The blood and champagne And the strange dreams of sunshine and snow Daddy holds you to his tears And into your tiny ears He whispers his simple hello By Justin Coe

Another song-poem: This one is a dedication to a baby who has just passed.? Rock and Pop, the 6 week old child of a dear family friend has just passed. I wrote this for her, let me know what you think. I never saw your sweet face, never touched your tiny curls. No matter what, you're not a waste. We miss you, baby girl. Don't we all want to leave just the way that you had. Lose our breath in a little dream, where nothing seems so bad. Were you giggling with mommy? Or cradled in daddy's arms? No regrets, no feeling sorry, not aware of hatred or harm Baby Dee, speak to me please. Did you smile on your one last breath? Your blue eyes never looked at me, but you died the purest death. wow that is...so disrespectful..wow. Jay i wasn't looking for sympathy OR fishing for compliments. I am not trying to be deep or make people feel bad for me. As usual, I just wanted to share some poetry that I have written.

any feedback for these poems? I need feedback for these three poems i just wrote, what do you think about them, what should i change, how does the poem make you feel? Daddy He left her when she was pregnant with HIS child When the little girl was born He was not there When she was sick He never went to the hospital She was only with him For little amounts of time He abandoned her when she was only two He threatened to take her away from mommy so they took him to court but never heard or saw him there for two years the little girl and her family have not heard from him the little girl and her mommy have now moved on mommy is now married and has another baby happy for all eternity then on the little girls birthday he showed up at my house to give his little girl a present that was long over due i don't think he deserves her love or deserves to give her presents don't even think he deserves the title daddy Proud He says he is proud of what his son does he watches closely and sees all the good things while i sit here doing more then my brother playing sports instruments and doing stuff worth while he never went to my softball games yet he always felt bad if he missed my brothers soccer game he tells him he's proud while i just stand by and watch i do as i'm told i do extracurricular activities i lay sports i play instruments i am a high achiever i am in the ROTC i work hard and yet i have never heard three words that i long to hear from him I am proud three little words that i hope to hear from him yet i might never so maybe i well just go away run away find someone else oh daddy wont you be proud of me if i do i only long to hear three simple words I AM PROUD Christ I never knew how bad it really was until i saw the look in his eyes screaming with pain but still soft as day the nails in his hands and feet the crown of thorns on is head streams of blood running down his face says it all he was dieing, dieing for me but how could i know that this God he talked about was true how could i know that he was powerful and perfect could i have believed him then as i believe in him now? What do you think?

Need a poem title and would like comments and/ or improvements? I really need a title idea for this poem I wrote to my fiance who has to be far away ... I would enjoy any improvements before I sent it to him as well... I was single mom working to forget my shattered past, Achieving dreams and goals towards a future that would last. He was a little on the wild side, catching my eye with his confident style, His adorable eyes caught my attention, second to only his gorgeous smile. The night we first kissed, it had really seemed as though, I had met the most charming guy that I would ever know. He held me in all the right ways, kissing me with such compassion that it made me want to cry, I knew that loving him could lead to heartbreak but I would never allow myself not to try. I still get chills up my spine when I remember the first time he whispered, “I love you”… I prayed that these words would turn out to be true. I fell in love all over again, the day I gave birth to a baby girl with her Daddy’s gorgeous eyes and lips, I spend my days trying to juggle life and motherhood with her rested upon one of my hips. I really wasn’t prepared the day that I was forced to kiss him goodbye, For the separation that was necessary , would also be the beginning of our love’s test of time. At first I thought I wondered if I would rather be without him, if I couldn’t see him everyday, But an aching in my heart warned me that love will not be told to go away! Instead of getting to hold the man that I love, I get a fistful of letters and eagerly await his calls. The painful silence of his absence vibrates through my head and seems to echo against the walls. One day I sat all alone, staring at a picture of him holding our daughter in his arms and I felt tears began to fill my eyes, I realized that I was about to make a decision that would change the rest of my life. Would I stay with him, waiting till together we could build a home? Or would I push him away and find myself hurting and terrified all alone? Then I thought of how much he loved me and my tears began to subside, I knew how upset he would be if I just sat there and cried. I thought of the way he kissed me with such passion that it made my head spin, And how he quickly accomplished the impossible and became my best friend. I thought of the excitement I would feel the day I finally get to walk down the isle and say, “I do”. And I knew without a doubt that this man could make my childhood fairytale dreams come true. As a kid I had always wished for my rescuing Romeo to arrive, But fate gave me something better- an amazing REAL man that I could love for the rest of my life. To my Ryan I pray that when you read this, you do not shed a tear, For you already knew how much I loved you and that I would be waiting right here. Till we are together, the thought of your love will get me through the day, As will the thought of a future where you are by my side and never again have to go away!

Do you like.................? this poem? Made by: ME! :) Mommy Said That Too By: Em Coming home from work, I saw her crying on the floor She didn’t understand Why mommy left us the day before I ran to her quickly She startled in surprise Lifted up her head Showing her brown teary eyes I stroked her wavy hair Wiped a tear from her face But just as I did Another one took its place I tried to explain that mommy loved us That she cared past words I could say My daughter just couldn’t understand Why we buried her that day Mommy went far away She won’t be coming back She then replied “but daddy… She didn’t even pack” I froze in the moment That is when I cried My baby girl then said “Daddy please don’t die” I’m not going to leave I promise ill stay with you My six year old then whispered “Mommy said that too”

Faded Youth... a poem about domestic violence? Faded Youth She has grown cold; No longer aware that she is Numb to all sources of warmth. Her eyes once so vivid with expression… Now bored and dull Nothing; just empty. “Why can’t I be a happy girl? Mommy… Daddy Please don’t hurt me I love you so so much” So young and so shattered, Oh sweet baby girl Now you’re gone and for your passing we mourn. All the nice things you wanted to be All the nice things you didn’t get to see. Hush now my dear, Don’t weep a single tear. In a next life I’ll be here This is a promise from my heart I’ll attempt to keep very near. yes i made it :)

please tell me what you think of my poem? i'm 16 and i have a sister of about nine. I was looking her just yesterday and i thought wow! she's growing up and it inspired me to write this... please tell what you think “Daddy’s Girl” Daddy’s little girl Daddy’s precious pearl Daddy don’t let go Daddy I love so The girl is changing Her mind is arranging She’s growing up She’s no longer a little pup Daddy’s baby wants a kiss Her puppy eyes he can’t resist Horsy ride she begs horsy ride She loves being in daddy’s side The baby now wears high heels Her daddy’s eyes she conceals The horsy rider a mustang wants The bills the head of daddy hunt Daddy takes her to the park Daddy turn light on is dark Daddy holds her hand But this daddy didn’t planned Daddy has her in his mind Little girl is leaving daddy behind Daddy says to take it slow Daddy please let go

Clowns are not welcome (New Poem)? Fiendish Interaction It happened when she turned four Her first birthday party outside her home She did not saw it coming. Surrounded by her loved ones What a perfect day How much fun she was having. Dad had an announcement, There was a special guest among the adults Children gathered curiously. “I have one more surprise honey” “What is it daddy?” “It’s a who baby girl” “Who is it daddy? She giggled innocently He told everyone with Joy “It’s Bobo!” She did not know Bobo, But suddenly she got a glimpse of huge shoes And saw a strand of green hair. She did not like his energy She felt exposed and vulnerable She crawled beneath the table. “Where is the birthday gal?” He squealed in fake cheer The clueless brats ratted her out. “Why there you are doll… Come out and play!” He pulled her out from her refuge A blood curling scream escaped her lungs. “NO NO NO NO!!!!!!” Nobody knew why she was so frantic, Her dad kept on laughing what an oblivious jerk. Only one person saw her fear and panic “Bobo let me handle her” Both snuck to the bathroom “I’m so sorry darling… I had no idea” “It’s ok mama… You’re my hero” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUhVnJsciVo&NR=1

How can I recover from this huge, disastrous mistake? It all started when my wife went into labor. Earlier in the day, when I was watching a NFL football game and dreaming about how I'd like to penetrate the Colts' cheerleaders, my wife's water broke and I took her to the hospital. But then I became overwhelmed by the emotions of becoming a father of a baby girl and seeing my wife in labor, so I left the hospital, but only after I told my wife, who by then was on an epidural, that I needed to catch some fresh air. I held her hand, and said, "Baby, I need some air. I might need a drink. Everything is just too much. The pain I'm feeling is more than what you will feel when you give birth. That's how torn apart my emotions are." She cried a few emotional crocodile tears as our hands departed, but she gave me the wink that said she understood. Two hours later I was halfway through a bottle of Chivas Regal Scotch and beneath a local bridge looking for trannies. Drunk and confused, wishing to be sober but knowing that was an impossibility, I settled on one of the Mexican trannies and called a taxi. When we made it back to the house, I passed out for a few hours because I was so overwhelmed by the thought of being a daddy. I knew in a few hours I would be holding a little baby girl in my hands and rocking her back and forth to the harmonious poems that I wrote for her when she was in the womb. But before any of that happened, I woke up to find out that the tranny was still there, and then I made the biggest mistake of my life. Upon seeing the tranny, whom I hadn't had any relations with, I went ahead and plunged inside of her, hoping to distract my mind away from the pressures of being a new daddy. When I realized it was going to take a while for me to orgasm, I pulled out of the tranny and called the hospital. They told me that my wife had already delivered the baby and would be home in a couple hours. At this point the pressures mounted even more, since I'd be holding my baby shortly--and needed to get the tranny out of the house before my wife got home. But I was too late. My wife came home early, and caught me in the act. It was so emotional. I was doing the Mexican tranny from behind when my wife walked in, and all she could say was, "Oh my God! This is terrible!" But then she ran over to me and said, "Joey, I am so mad at you, but I need you to get the breast to lactate. The baby needs her milk." So my wife pulled one of her blouse bunnies out, and even though I was still wailing away on the tranny, she ran over and put her breast in mouth so that I could suckle the breast into producing some lactation. After I got the nipple flowing I pulled out of the tranny and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep amidst a world of panic. Have you ever been in a situation like this? Can you please help me?

Have a black friend who LOVES to write, yet she is CRITISIZED by other blacks for having many white character? Dennise, my good friend is a TALENTED writer and she is a black girl. She adds people of all races and contries in her stories, yet she is PESTERED to write more about black people and their culture by other blacks. In fact, many blacks have taken a look at her stories and were mad that some stories dont have main black characters. They look at her poems and wonder why she's not writing about opression, God over Overcomming obstacles. Im mixed, but I gotta say it, I find lots of black literature BORING as all get out and cliched. 98% of the stories are either too religious, family orientated or about cheating/sex and lies and the baby Daddy or strip clubs and over-coming the wrath of Daddy Pimp. Or just finding a "Good Black Man" She is into writing horror and science fiction, which is something you dont really see in traditional black literature. Anywho, she feels she should just give up because if she has her works published and he goes mainstream, she feels black people will view her as a traitor and feel she is ashamed of her race for 1.) Writing non-traditional black stories and 2.) Having a stock of different races and not having a black character as the main character. What is YOUR view on this.? Denisse writes what she feels and she is a GREAT writer and she is happy. The only complaints are coming from the black side, everyone else loves her works. But now she is miserable. I fear she just might give up writing all together. The black people around her seem outraged that her writing influences are Stephen King, Anne Rice and Tim Burton. They say the words in her novels are too long and the plots too confusing. They say good black girls should be a good Christian role model to SOLELY "other" black girls and her writing horror, sci-fi and fanstasy is a bad idea. She's not even religious, so writing stories about God and crap would be torture for her. And if she does go mainstream, she wants to be known as Bestseller, not Best BLACK Bestselling author. She just wants to be AN AUTHOR. How long can a writer keep her/his Identity and real name (non pen name) secret before people get a look at her. It was a while before I found out what Lemony Snicket or J.K Rowling looked like. P.S: Deniess' WORST nightmare is having magazines like Essense and Jet represent her... because she feels if she weren't black they would not give her the time of day. She doesn't want to be represented by a magazine/organization that would do that

have a black friend who LOVES to write, yet she is CRITISIZED by other blacks for having many white character? Dennise, my good friend is a TALENTED writer and she is a black girl. She adds people of all races and contries in her stories, yet she is PESTERED to write more about black people and their culture by other blacks. In fact, many blacks have taken a look at her stories and were mad that some stories dont have main black characters. They look at her poems and wonder why she's not writing about opression, God over Overcomming obstacles. Im mixed, but I gotta say it, I find lots of black literature BORING as all get out and cliched. 98% of the stories are either too religious, family orientated or about cheating/sex and lies and the baby Daddy or strip clubs and over-coming the wrath of Daddy Pimp. Or just finding a "Good Black Man" She is into writing horror and science fiction, which is something you dont really see in traditional black literature. Anywho, she feels she should just give up because if she has her works published and he goes mainstream, she feels black people will view her as a traitor and feel she is ashamed of her race for 1.) Writing non-traditional black stories and 2.) Having a stock of different races and not having a black character as the main character. What is YOUR view on this.? Denisse writes what she feels and she is a GREAT writer and she is happy. The only complaints are coming from the black side, everyone else loves her works. But now she is miserable. I fear she just might give up writing all together. The black people around her seem outraged that her writing influences are Stephen King, Anne Rice and Tim Burton. They say the words in her novels are too long and the plots too confusing. They say good black girls should be a good Christian role model to SOLELY "other" black girls and her writing horror, sci-fi and fanstasy is a bad idea. She's not even religious, so writing stories about God and crap would be torture for her. And if she does go mainstream, she wants to be known as Bestseller, not Best BLACK Bestselling author. She just wants to be AN AUTHOR. P.S: Her WORST nightmare is having magazines like Essense and Jet represent her... because she feels if she weren't black they would not give her the time of day. She doesn't want to be represented by a magazine/organization that would do that.

I have a black friend who LOVES to write, yet she is CRITISIZED by other blacks for having many white characte? Dennise, my good friend is a TALENTED writer and she is a black girl. She adds people of all races and contries in her stories, yet she is PESTERED to write more about black people and their culture by other blacks. In fact, many blacks have taken a look at her stories and were mad that some stories dont have main black characters. They look at her poems and wonder why she's not writing about opression, God over Overcomming obstacles. Im mixed, but I gotta say it, I find lots of black literature BORING as all get out and cliched. 98% of the stories are either too religious, family orientated or about cheating/sex and lies and the baby Daddy or strip clubs and over-coming the wrath of Daddy Pimp. Or just finding a "Good Black Man" She is into writing horror and science fiction, which is something you dont really see in traditional black literature. Anywho, she feels she should just give up because if she has her works published and he goes mainstream, she feels black people will view her as a traitor and feel she is ashamed of her race for 1.) Writing non-traditional black stories and 2.) Having a stock of different races and not having a black character as the main character. What is YOUR view on this.? Denisse writes what she feels and she is a GREAT writer and she is happy. The only complaints are coming from the black side, everyone else loves her works. But now she is miserable. I fear she just might give up writing all together. The black people around her seem outraged that he writing influences are Stephen King and Tim Burton. They say the words in her novels are too long and the plots too confusing. They say good black girls should be a role model to SOLELY "other" black girls and her writing horror, sci-fi and fanstasy is a bad idea. And if she does go mainstream, she wants to be known as Bestseller, not Best BLACK Bestselling author. She just wants to be AN AUTHOR.

can you rate my writing/poem 1-10? Basking in the sun. Naked freedom. Life has begun. A woman confused. A woman misused. Trust is an issue. Everyone just tries to hand her a tissue. When all that she needs is someone to trust, someone to love, someone to understand. Someone with a kindly hand. The past, a vast mind boggling attempt for family... Here comes baby. Daddy marries mommy. As baby gets older, her life grew colder. Day by day, daddy grew bolder. Leaving mommy alone to care for her own, while he got drunk and played in his band. F***ed other women, even though mommy had that ring on her hand. When daddy came home all drunk and tough, he and mommy would fight so very rough. Two little girls. One not old enough to remember, the other, her mind scarred forever. As time goes by, mommy decides to leave daddy. Just the three girls living happy. No money, no stable place to live. Having nothing extra to give. While living with nothing, they did have something. Happiness and love. Then mommy met a man, she marries this man. Thinking it was her ticket out. Taking the girl and her little sister away with no doubt. A few years down the road, life starts to erode. Back in the state with family and friends, trying to make some mends to the many tears and missed years of being gone. At the dawn of the oldest girls life. She meets a boy. For two years she trusts him, she loves him. In the end he treats her like a toy. She falls apart. For that boy, she felt, was her only start. Life becomes miserable, incapable of letting others in. She fails at school, she thinks it's un-cool. When really school is one tool to happiness. In the past she met a different boy. Passing him by without a blink of an eye. Again, she talks to him. Wanting to let him in. She finds it hard for she is scarred. Should understanding be enough? Either way, if he will wait, time will tell where this story has fell. it is my life, yet, it is in many peoples' lives... it's really not that bad, just a learning experience and a reason to write a poem ;)

do you like this poem that me and my sis did? Ever since the day that I've known about you I've always wanted to meet you. For years I've tried to look for you but I never found you. I always had hopes that one day we would meet Sometimes at nights when I think that I'm running out of hopes I cry and cry Till I fall asleep. I've heard mom talk about you, And you seem to be a great man, Then why are you so far away? I wonder if you ever think of me, Or if you remember The two year old Baby Girl that You saw thirteen years ago. Yes, I'm still your Baby Girl But now I'm fifteen years old Now all my hopes have turned into a dream A dream about calling you my dad. A dream about you longing to hold daddy's little girl. My only memory that I had of you Was only a picture in your Military suit But they have taken that away from me. Everyone that knows you and me Say that I look so much like you Even mom admits that I'm an image of you. I just hope that one day We see each other again. I'm becoming a young woman I wish you were here to see Everything that I've accomplished And everything you have missed. Sometimes I write you letters But I throw them all away Because I know you won't ever read them. I wonder if you ever think of me And cry when you realize that we are apart Just like I do I wonder if you ever have dreams about your daughter Just like I dream about my father every silent night. I wonder if you wonder how I look Just like I do I wonder if you love me Because I know I do.

HELP WITH POEM?! How can i make this poem better? How many stars (out of 5) would you give this poem? The Last Fight He looks down at his watch It says 12:05 He groans He’s got nowhere to go They have fought in the past Never as bad as this time She kicked him out All alone on the streets At the empty bus stop He looks around No bus to be found He thinking of what she yelled ‘Get out! Leave me alone! I never want to see you again!’ And starts to cry He goes to cross the road When a car sped by And hit him Only two blocks from his house His wife hears She gets on her coat Grabs the baby girl And heads out When she sees him She starts screaming She calls 911 But its too late As she waits outside Of the ambulance The baby starts to cry As she starts to pace around The paramedic comes out He has blood all over And a frustrated face He walks over and says ‘I’m so sorry, daddy’s gone.’ She about drops the baby 1 week later At the funeral Family and friends all come They stand crying When they all leave There’s only one left She stands with her baby saying ‘Happy birthday Angelina, daddy’s dead’ She pauses Then whispers ‘And its all my fault. If only we didn’t fight.’

Is this a good poem? Mommy tried to explain that it wasn’t my fault Daddy was going to marry my mom but I came to a halt. He went away with another woman, and left his baby I thought from time to time, I wasn’t good enough maybe No daddy, he decided to leave his baby girls face I cant find his address, he’s all over the place I hate knowing that he has other kids and a wife He was never here for me, not in my whole life I’m crying myself to sleep, is he thinking of me? Does he tell my half sister about me, I know I have three People ask me if I’m ok, and I have to say I’m fine I just shrug it off, and tell myself Daddy’s not mine Does he care that I don’t have a dad this fathers day Its been seventeen years, and I have this to say-- You left your little girl and she thinks she’s not good enough Her teenage years without you were and still are tough No one to barbecue with, or to play football No one to kiss her, when she would get hurt, or fall I want to know why. How could you not care?

what poem is the best outta these three? Why is it? How can i fix it? Who Am I As you sit all alone Everyone’s gone You start cleaning You pick up a dusty ‘ol book You start flipping through it Its your Friend book All the memories come back Thinking all the good times Back when everyone cared The time you met you friend in pre school Brings a smile to you face Picture of the first time you did the fire pole Here you are at Christmas You got the dolly you always wanted Your friend got one to and brought it over Your first sleep over You stayed up all night Watching Princess Bride As the years go by In this tiny book Filled with huge memories In each picture your smile fades You aren’t as happy You become selfish Lying to all your friends Never leaving home Staring at a blank computer screen You go back a few pages that you missed Your first dace When you and your best friend Waltzed all night with your crushes The time you skated on the creek Going shopping Just you and your friend By now you can’t see any more And toss the book As it slams against a table A note falls out On the letter in your best friends writing ‘To You’ You start reading ‘We used to be the best of friends, One time I called you sister. But now I just can’t. I don’t know what happened, You just turned different. Mean, cold Until you can come back. . . I’m no longer your friend. This really pains me Thinking of all the mud pies we’ve made. All the times we’ve shared tears. Now you aren’t normal I have no one. Please come back to the person that‘s my best friend. Right now I wonder who you are At night When I sit alone, At the table Where we made Our Best Friend books. Now I sit Crying at all the memories. I worry about you. I really want you back. Signed, a lost friend’ Now slowly put the old paper down With teary eyes you think Who am I? Lost Friend As she walks down the street She thinks quietly All the good times they had They grew up together Pretty much sisters They both got the dollies They asked for in 1st grade For Christmas 6th grade they got manicures And pedicures 9th their first dance She turns down the road Stiffly walking Like each step felt like A knife cutting her heart She makes one last turn Down a cold dark path Hasn’t been used in years It seems Next thing she knows She’s slumped over Crying her eyes out She lifts her head to see a name ‘Jane H.’ Is engraved on a big stone As she puts the flowers down She thinks why they Went their separate ways If only she stayed Jane would still be alive She walks back up the path Kicking the dirt Thinking ‘Why did I let her go out that late?’ Now she has lost her best friend, Her own sister Lays still under that stone. The Last Fight He looks down at his watch It says 12:05 He groans He’s got nowhere to go They have fought in the past Never as bad as this time She kicked him out All alone on the streets At the empty bus stop He looks around No bus to be found He thinking of what she yelled ‘Get out! Leave me alone! I never want to see you again!’ And starts to cry He goes to cross the road When a car sped by And hit him Only two blocks from his house His wife hears She gets on her coat Grabs the baby girl And heads out When she sees him She starts screaming She calls 911 But its too late As she waits outside Of the ambulance The baby starts to cry As she starts to pace around The paramedic comes out He has blood all over And a frustrated face He walks over and says ‘I’m so sorry, daddy’s gone.’ She about drops the baby 1 week later At the funeral Family and friends all come They stand crying When they all leave There’s only one left She stands with her baby saying ‘Happy birthday Angelina, daddy’s dead’ She pauses Then whispers ‘And its all my fault. If only we didn’t fight.’ I know its really long. I thank you who give your time to read and write a good answer to me poems. I'm only 13 these are my first poems ever i want to see how good i am. What can i do to make them even better add/take away?

Can you please read this poem I wrote? What do you think? Hi! I'm 16 and i love writing poetry. A lot of people have told me im good, but i don't really know what to do with the skill. Anyway, Could you read this new poem i wrote and tell me what you think? It's called Soldier's Lullaby. She cried as she gave the final waev, he closed the car door with a smile on his face. his daughter half grown, swallowed her tears, neither one dared to voice their fears Two years later, everything stopped. The letter's stopped coming and the momma's heart dropped. She tried to be brave, prtoect her little girl. The tv was blaring, they broke down crying, Both them sad, neither one trying, they were lost and didn't know how to find their way. God watched them all, took care of her, put the smile back on her face, and made her heart twirl. More years pass and then she fell in love. She got married and fled the house, flew like a dove. Her daddy watching over her, all the while.. She had her first child, and her daddy was right there, a smile on her face becasue she knew he's care, while her momma held the new baby girl. Everything rearranged in one day her life changed, her life flashed right before her eyes. Her Daddy was right there, saved her life, saved the pair, she eplained to her daughter how grandpa was right there, she kneeled down and told her little girl: never lose hope because he always cares. No reason to cry, you'll always be safe, you'll always be his lullaby. it's supposed to go towards the song Traveling Soldier by Dixie Chicks. I had that rhythm in my head.

In need of a poem about the abortion I recently had ? I recently had an abortion for medical reasons. I was told either to have an abortion or give birth to a still born. Already having experinced having a stillborn I knew I couldnt go through that pain again. I never wanted to terminate my precious baby girl , but I had no choice. Were holding a memorial service for her since we cant have a funeral. I need a poem expressing mine and her fathers feelings , or some ideas for a poem. Having the termination was the hardest thing I had to do , liying there on that bed knowing that I wouldnt feel my baby moving about tonight in bed. Knowing that I was moments away from taking this percious babys life. I used to lie in bed at night telling her I couldnt wait to meet her and hold her. While her daddy rubbed my tummy. Knowing all the things im going to miss out on is unbearable. I will never get to hold her for a first time , give her advice , tell her I love her , hear her call me mummy. She was my baby , I loved her even though I had never met her. There are constant reminders of the life she would have had everywhere. I feel as if its my fault , as if I killed her. She didnt deserve it , she deserved a life , to be loved . Even though shes not here with us now , she will always be in mine and her daddys heart. I would like that included in my poem please , thanks to everyone who responds.

help with a poem ? ..................? here's my poem (im not asking you to critique it, i just want an answer) In a seemingly insignificant hospital room during May 19**, a recently newlywed couple eagerly awaited the birth of me, their first child, an innocent baby girl. From the very start, I looked just like my mom, so it seemed to fit that she would pick my name. She'd been planning it since she was just my age. Ivy. In the next months and years to follow, my daddy would always tell me how special I was. said i was as bright as a star, and learned just as quick as a wink. As I kept on getting bigger and more grown up, I grew a passion for dancing onstage, like there's nothing to it. But as for now, I'm just an almost blond, average teenage girl, with a sweet tooth for some expensive chocolate. where can I add a metaphor, alliteration, or personification into the poem?

Where to add a metaphor in the poem? here's my poem (im not asking you to critique it, i just want an answer) In a seemingly insignificant hospital room during May 19**, a recently newlywed couple eagerly awaited the birth of me, their first child, an innocent baby girl. From the very start, I looked just like my mom, so it seemed to fit that she would pick my name. She'd been planning it since she was just my age. Ivy. In the next months and years to follow, my daddy would always tell me how special I was. said i was as bright as a star, and learned just as quick as a wink. As I kept on getting bigger and more grown up, I grew a passion for dancing onstage, like there's nothing to it. But as for now, I'm just an almost blond, average teenage girl, with a sweet tooth for some expensive chocolate. where can I add a metaphor, alliteration, or personification into the poem?

Please read this poem that I made about my dad? Hi, Please read my poem - I know that it's long. However, it would be greatly appreciated i you can tell me what you think of it. (Please not that I am almost eighteen years old) It’s been so long since our family fell apart. I’ll never forget the damage that you punctured into my heart. All the grief, the misery, and the darkness that you put me through and how you never cared what I wanted to do. Now that you have a new family, suddenly now you decide to care. Words are only words that I only hear, but the truth is that you’re never there. You never saw the development of the woman that I became today. You only remember the bad choices that I made. But still, you want me back in your life just to please your new daughter and your wife. I’m sure that you never told them how you made my life burn like fire and how you tried to persuade me of throwing away my true desires. So, I can be daddy’s perfect picture. My heart will always remain pure, unlike yours who destroyed every hope that I had in you. Good luck to you trying to pretend to your baby girl that you’re a perfect dad. Honey, he’ll only tear your heart apart and at the end at of the day he will only see the bad. He’ll leave you crying in the corner full of misery and then he’ll try to convince you that he will change. Dad, it’s always the same. The games you play, the lies that slip out of your mouth and how you smile with that evil grin. You’re such a disappointment in my eyes, and I can count how many times you commuted sin. I’m better off now with out you holding my hand, because you were never there after all. You only watched every time someone punched me into the wall. Saying that I should do better, and you only let me down. I only hoped that one day that you would come around, to tell me that you are proud. We can’t rewrite history, and you can’t fixed the damage in my heart. Because you made me feel worthless, and that I can never end what I started. After everything that you put me through, I’m glad that I never put my faith in you.

This is how I feel about my dad - I wrote it as a poem. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!? Hi, Please read my poem - I know that it's long. However, it would be greatly appreciated i you can tell me what you think of it. It’s been so long since our family fell apart. I’ll never forget the damage that you punctured into my heart. All the grief, the misery, and the darkness that you put me through and how you never cared what I wanted to do. Now that you have a new family, suddenly now you decide to care. Words are only words that I only hear, but the truth is that you’re never there. You never saw the development of the woman that I became today. You only remember the bad choices that I made. But still, you want me back in your life just to please your new daughter and your wife. I’m sure that you never told them how you made my life burn like fire and how you tried to persuade me of throwing away my true desires. So, I can be daddy’s perfect picture. My heart will always remain pure, unlike yours who destroyed every hope that I had in you. Good luck to you trying to pretend to your baby girl that you’re a perfect dad. Honey, he’ll only tear your heart apart and at the end at of the day he will only see the bad. He’ll leave you crying in the corner full of misery and then he’ll try to convince you that he will change. Dad, it’s always the same. The games you play, the lies that slip out of your mouth and how you smile with that evil grin. You’re such a disappointment in my eyes, and I can count how many times you commuted sin. I’m better off now with out you holding my hand, because you were never there after all. You only watched every time someone punched me into the wall. Saying that I should do better, and you only let me down. I only hoped that one day that you would come around, to tell me that you are proud. We can’t rewrite history, and you can’t fixed the damage in my heart. Because you made me feel worthless, and that I can never end what I started. After everything that you put me through, I’m glad that I never put my faith in you. Take note: I'm almost eighteen years old.

Please read my poem. It's for a school project and constructive criticism is needed!? A teardrop falls, From a new widow's eyes, As she tries to figure out, How she's going to live without her husband. She can't give up, Because to her little girl, She's now Mommy and Daddy. As her husband fought for his life, He thought about how they would survive, If he were to die. So he wrote them both letters, Of what he thought the end might be like. To his baby girl he wrote, "When I die I'll go to heaven, and watch over you. The only pain I'll feel is missing you, So please don't cry, Just know Daddy's going to a wonderful place, Where he'll get to meet Jesus, Face to face. I'll see you again someday, But until then I'll think of you everyday." To his wife he wrote something entirely different, "When I die where will I go? I seem to have lost my faith in heaven and God, Because he's taking me away from you. Will he be there to meet me at those pearly gates, Or will I just wait n endless space? My belief in God has always been strong, But what if I've been wrong?" Though he did not know it then, He wrote those letters in that way, He son figured out why his mind had worked in the manner. If he had told his little girl of his fears of death, She might lose her faith in Him, And might start to fear her own end. He told his wife of them however, Because he knew she knew God is forever. As this new-found widow, Read her letter, She found her faith was stronger than ever. She knew that God would lead her, Through the toughest times without him, Because her husbands last words to her were, "I see the light that everyone speaks of, But in my light there's something special. God's hand is here to take me home, Because it the end of my life here on earth, But the beginning of the one that we will share together, When you join me in the land of forever." Some of you might notice that I've posted this a couple times and I have but not to be annoying! I'm just trying to get as many opinions as possible! Thanks for all your help!

Another poem! Constructive critisicm please!? A tear drop falls, From a new widow's eyes, As she trys to figure out, How she's going to live without her husband. She can't give up, Because to her little girl, She's now Mommy and Daddy. As her husband fought for his life, He thought about how they would survive, If he were to die. So he wrote them both letters, Of what he thought the end might be like. To his baby girl he wrote, "When I die I'll go to hevean, and over you. The only pain I'll feel is missing you, So please don't cry, Just know Daddy's going to a wonderful place, Where he'll get to meet Jesus, Face to face. I'll see you again someday, But until then I'll think of you everyday." To his wife he wrote something entirely different, "When I die where will I go? I seem to have lost my faith in heaven and God, Because he's taking me away from you. Will he be there to meet me at those pearly gates, Or will I just wait n endless space? My belief in God has always been storng, But what if I've been wrong?" Though he did not it then, He wrote those letters in that way, He son figured out why his mind had worked in the manner. If he had told his little girl of his fears of death, She might lose her faith in Him, And might start to fear her own end. He told his wife of them however, Because he knew she knew God is forever. As this new-found widow, Read her letter, She found her faith was stronger than ever. She knew that God would lead her, Through the toughest times without him, Because her husbands last words to her were, "I see the light that evryone speaks of, But in my light there's something special. God's hand is here to take me home, Because it the end of my life here on earth, But the beginning of the one that we will share together, When you join me in the land of forever."

Rate my poem please!? A teardrop falls, From a new widow's eyes, As she tries to figure out, How she's going to live without her husband. She can't give up, Because to her little girl, She's now Mommy and Daddy. As her husband fought for his life, He thought about how they would survive, If he were to die. So he wrote them both letters, Of what he thought the end might be like. To his baby girl he wrote, "When I die I'll go to heaven, and watch over you. The only pain I'll feel is missing you, So please don't cry, Just know Daddy's going to a wonderful place, Where he'll get to meet Jesus, Face to face. I'll see you again someday, But until then I'll think of you everyday." To his wife he wrote something entirely different, "When I die where will I go? I seem to have lost my faith in heaven and God, Because he's taking me away from you. Will he be there to meet me at those pearly gates, Or will I just wait n endless space? My belief in God has always been strong, But what if I've been wrong?" Though he did not know it then, He wrote those letters in that way, He soon figured out why his mind had worked in the manner. If he had told his little girl of his fears of death, She might lose her faith in Him, And might start to fear her own end. He told his wife of them however, Because he knew she knew God is forever. As this new-found widow, Read her letter, She found her faith was stronger than ever. She knew that God would lead her, Through the toughest times without him, Because her husbands last words to her were, "I see the light that everyone speaks of, But in my light there's something special. God's hand is here to take me home, Because it the end of my life here on earth, But the beginning of the one that we will share together, When you join me in the land of forever." Do you think it is too long and wordy?

Please read and critic my poem! It's for a school project.? A tear drop falls, From a new widow's eyes, As she trys to figure out, How she's going to live without her husband. She can't give up, Because to her little girl, She's now Mommy and Daddy. As her husband fought for his life, He thought about how they would survive, If he were to die. So he wrote them both letters, Of what he thought the end might be like. To his baby girl he wrote, "When I die I'll go to hevean, and over you. The only pain I'll feel is missing you, So please don't cry, Just know Daddy's going to a wonderful place, Where he'll get to meet Jesus, Face to face. I'll see you again someday, But until then I'll think of you everyday." To his wife he wrote something entirely different, "When I die where will I go? I seem to have lost my faith in heaven and God, Because he's taking me away from you. Will he be there to meet me at those pearly gates, Or will I just wait n endless space? My belief in God has always been storng, But what if I've been wrong?" Though he did not it then, He wrote those letters in that way, He son figured out why his mind had worked in the manner. If he had told his little girl of his fears of death, She might lose her faith in Him, And might start to fear her own end. He told his wife of them however, Because he knew she knew God is forever. As this new-found widow, Read her letter, She found her faith was stronger than ever. She knew that God would lead her, Through the toughest times without him, Because her husbands last words to her were, "I see the light that evryone speaks of, But in my light there's something special. God's hand is here to take me home, Because it the end of my life here on earth, But the beginning of the one that we will share together, When you join me in the land of forever."

who likes the poem? Wintertime girls Yeah i like it when girls act fly Can’t find the one who i think is mine Met this girl three summers ago We went out Went real slow N sync makes me sink Had a bunch of hits But they make me sick And i think it’s fly when girls stop by I like girls who wear gucci and bench Id take her if one she’d end my days Id take her if she was my one wish Now my old flame has gone Found a new lover What is going on Japanese takeaways are really sleazy Baby can you always please me If only you would come and see me Lfo rock like a sonnet I’ll turn it on cos i want it Wish she would call me up and make me laugh Hip mama spanked lap daddy Let her do it cos she had me Told her to do it again Cos she said she liked me Meet you one winter 2007 Took my heart baby and sent it to heaven 2008 Wondering what you’re doing Do you wanna date The great lebron james, was no 23 You made me like you baby cos baby you like me Could you be the best girl that i ever did see When you touch my soul You take it real deep and slow Buzz like a hornet Chris brown was singing my song Made me smile when i was feeling low Made me wanna say yo And tell you to take it real slow Why do i buzz baby cos i want it Wanna take you home and share cherry coke Would like to laugh baby when you tell a joke Hip hop baby, come over here Baby i feel much better when you’re near Whistle me baby can’t even think Baby justin timberlake is my man n sync Wrote you a whole bunch of sonnets Am i thinking romance baby Yeah cos i want it Used to hate skool baby, so i played hookie Do you like it Do you remember Someday back in 1999, said i am gonna find me a girl And make her mine Now i’ve found you baby i am gonna make you all mine Always remember be b bop style to your best boy wild Know how to act wild to make your boy smile Me and my girl were like alex p keaton Now we ain’t even speaking Used to want to call her up, but what’s the use Feel deep in love but what’s the use I don’t care for her anymore cos i’ve found someone Who i could love so much more Remember you can always be my baby girl You come from burnham on sea where they speak real slow Remember baby you rock my world Cos you can become my favourite girl Wintertime girls got it going on Shake and wiggle to a favourite song Wintertime girls are the kind i like I’ll steal your honey Like you stole my mic Oldtime songs, fade cos i no longer miss it My mind takes me back there oh so quick Even thinking of my ex makes me oh so sick Thinking about that summer and i am bugged cos i miss it Ruby red slippers and a bunch of treats Used to call her up baby cos she was oh so sweet Baby we broke up about a year cos my feelings for her became oh so cold Baby i really wanna think of you Cos i am really into you I know you like me to, so what you wanna do When i met you i said my name was russ Hun can we please fall deep in love Some girls are worthwhile Some are so so Sometimes girls come and go Wintertime girls are fine, remember this spring You will be there just with me Then you will be all mine i have some questions related to the poem, firstly, it's for my new gf, i've put some stuff in there bout my ex, what i went through with her, how she made me feel, when we split, is that the right way to approach, also i've tried to focus the lyrics on my new girl, have i achieved it, i've tried to make it sound cheezy and funny as well, have i done this, do you think my new girl will like it yeah, i've had a rotten year ok, i am out of work, lacking with finances, feeling unloved actually, i haven't had a girl have a crush or whatever you call it, on me in years, that's why i've been overly expressive, yeah i am kinda trying to make her like me even more, if she likes me all the same tho, she surely wont see my actions as being negative, will she, also i was thinking about what sort songs she likes last night, then i saw lfo on smash hits or something, yeah i did kinda work most of the lyrics in my head, the rest of it does come from the summertime girls by lfo, there is a reason why i did this, cos the other night, she asked me to make something to remind her of her youth, she's had a bad year as well

My new poem, please answer if you like it or not and suggestions would be great thanks.? She comes walking down the stairs With hundreds of people staring at her They are watching what she wears Just to she if she is wearing her furs She opens her eyes His hand is out in front of her So she puts hers out too This very handsome prince Asks her for a dance or two. They dance around the room And she doesn’t mind the people around them She realizes that the groom Is staring at all of them. As she, the bride, Stares at his face She realizes that he is showing nothing to hide As he looks around this wonderful place. His smile so wide As if to say Ladies and Gentlemen this is my bride And I love her everyday More and more. She wakes and realizes this can’t be true Because at night I pray for you That you rest in peace And that you love me too. She had fallen asleep at the mattress store And everyone heard and was staring at her They said sorry for watching while you’re taking a snore But as you woke up it all just seemed such a blur. She told them the story Of her husband and her She said he always held her as if with great glory They all started to cry as they listened to her They said it’s like a fairytale With no happy ending She said they were following such a happy trail And had not realized such horrible things were pending A little girl asks Excuse Miss I was wondering how did your husband die The little girl was oddly wearing a mask The woman starts to cry and says darling I’ll try I had just found out I was pregnant on our yearly anniversary So I called him at work And told him not to hurry So happy was he and asked the clerk So they let come home and there was no traffic He speeded his way home and didn’t make it From there it gets too graphic Because he got hit Instead of him running to my door It was the police And I hit to the floor But I know he will rest in peace From there I had the baby but every time I saw her She reminded me so much of him So I could not deal with her I put her for adoption And they came right away They gave me the option Would you like to see her and I said NO WAY Now that I realize what I had I miss my darling husband And his beautiful baby girl I need to get out of this dreamland And out of this whirl My life had been a mess And my daughter is probably around eight going to be nine I would put her in dressed And say she’s all mine. I would love her Like I love her daddy And in my arms I would curl her in a hug And say I love you Maddie I would give anything to go back to those days The days when I had her in my arms Those days are such a haze And I’d give her all of these charms The little girl interrupts With tears in her eyes She take off her mask and says sorry to disrupt But this story that you are saying reminds me of mines You see my name is Maddie And I’m just about nine I haven’t met my daddy You see every month I have a new assign I am also a foster child And they tell me my mommy didn’t want me But I kill them with a smile And I run to the tree They talked and talked for hours And the woman couldn’t believe it The woman left to go but Maddie some flowers Maddie started to cry and couldn’t believe it They checked all their paperwork at the foster home And yes indeed she was Maddie’s mom She took her out of there and took her home The woman looked at her darling and said oh dear you’re growing so fast soon you will be going to prom. Fifteen years later Maddie was twenty-four She got married and named her first baby boy after her mom’s handsome prince Life went on for everyone and they all lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END. do you like it?

What doy you think about my poem? ok, i wrote it, duh. opinions? Some things may be a little rough. Watching One last shot, Life down the drain. One more shot, no more pain. I leave you, the way i wanted to go. Bu it's ok to be sad, to see me go. But know i died, with a small smile, on my face. I left this world with a big enough trace. I see your tears, Dear, don't cry. I'll be watching, For the sky. Even though, You can't see me. Forever with you, Is where i'll be. I'm waiting for you now. But please don't rush. I'll watch upon you, You have my trust. Now you kneel, at my grave. But can't you see, underdeath what is paved? "Why did you go? We could have helped!" But don't you see, nothing you could do, would save me. I miss you too, and i see your white dress. My god your so beatiful, Along with the rest. And i see your baby girl, watch as you cry. Over the picture of me, which is set where you lie. I hear your words, "Its getting better now, But i stil think, you are with my somehow." And your little girl, lies where my body is, and says, "My mommy talks about you, miss." "I wish i could have met you, she says you were kinda. But mommy says, you ran out of time. She says not to cry, and don't be scared. That you love me. Even though, I am someone you don't see." And your coming to her, and taking her by the hand. Saying, "She was my protector, Always there to make a stand." "But I guess on the inside, She was screaming to herself." You whisper as you walk, and your daughter begins to talk. " I think she can hear me, I feel her too. She is with me, As she is with you." And your little ones right, i can see you, And i know that, You feel me too. And whenever you get lonley, I'm right here my your side. Do you know, Your daughter prays to me every night? "I wish you were here, I think I need a friend. Although the hole in mommy's heart, has yet to mend. As I reach out to touch, but feel nothin i say, "I'll be your friend, each and everyday." And now your at home, And she rushes to her room. Daddy's home, Cracked the door with a "Boom" And he hits you until, you have a loss in your stomach. Another one lost, and his face is just cross. And i'm holding her sister, Yes your baby is here, and she's crying, down to you, dear. But I won't let him hurt you, or your little girl. And your girls cry with remorse, until there voices are hoarse. And I watch as you pack, All you can get, For you know, He's out making another bet. And I watch as you carry your girl, Like i carry yours. And you rush out of the house, While he's drunk on the couch. And you live on your own, A place far away, A place where, All night seems like day. And your little girl's crys, begin to stop. "He'll never find us, I promice, It stopped." And you hold the picture close, as would most. And your one above, smiles with hope. "Thank you," Is all you say. "Thank you, For protecting me today." And you feel your empty stomach, and look to the sky. And say, "Hello baby. I wish I knew the reasons why...." And I promice, The pain has stopped. And once again, Your daughter prays. "Thank you, Miss." "You saved me from pain." "Take care of my sister, Mommy says so. But I wish, She didn't have to go." "I never told Mommy, That I cried at night, But i'm sure you saw. Daddy never cried for us at all." "Take care of my family, We are broken still. But my sister, gave up with no will. Your daughter gets older, while the one above, stays frozen. And before I go, I need you to know. I love you, I've wacthed from above. I never will let anyone hurt you, You never let anyone but me, Hurt me too. So The night sets, "You saved me, I only can say, I wish you were here today." And heres where it ends, As both girls fall asleep. And soon again, The sun will rise over the peak. But I know, One day he'll be back. So for now I'l wait, Unil you need me to attack. Like I said before, Here's where it ends. So go, cry one last tear, Now go to sleep dear. I'll be waiting, And i'll be watching. Although you can't see, your time is ticking, so watch for the rain. And wait for the wind. I may have said it before, But we win. Good? Bad?

Do you like this poem? its called the wedding day? The Wedding Day As I held her in my arms The first day she was born God told me that we would never be torn As a little girl at 4 years old We would go to church and pray for everyone I would put her hair in pig tails And that smile that lit up her face Was so beautiful When I saw it I said to God She looks like her mother The one that I feel in love with But she broke my soul I have never been able to recover So here was my daughter The only one that would ever be in my heart Forever As the years went on it started to get hard The teenage years that was the worst Where she was tricked, confused Heartbroken My heart was aching For my little girl After that while this was all happenin’ She grew up looking like the most Gorgeous daughter I know And I was happy to say she was mine When she was over 18 She had a boyfriend She never felt the way she did When she was with other men She was special to him She said he is my life The one I love The only one Forever to hold He felt the same way So one day he came to me We were talking about her How he wanted to propose I felt so great That this would work out this way I thought about it I really liked him I wanted my girl to start a life So I said yes One morning I woke up She was here She sat by my bedside And looked me straight in the eye I knew what it was She was glowing like a star Shining like a new car With that smile that was emerging She needed to tell me something She said Daddy walk me down the isle That was the day That I gave my princess away The wedding day The most exciting day That she has been looking for She will remember this forever The love of her life Was standing at the podium side Dressed in a tux So handsome Waiting to be married with his true love The room filled up with glee But I did not plead It was very hard for me I needed to let her go But I didn’t know how This man that she loved I hope never breaks her soul The wedding day That I cry for her Will be something special to remember I remember when she was little I always wondered how this would turn out I don’t want to let my princess go She is my little girl that I know My flower my star I saw everything from the start But I hope to God That she will be happy For the rest of her life My life has been filled with hurt I hope she never feels the way I do When I got off the road and fell And never came back the right way So the preacher said it was time To let my baby girl shine Before we opened the door I turned to her And said I love you I always do And if anything happens you know I’m here Her eye filled up with tears And said to me thank you daddy This is the best day of my life So I grabbed her in my arm One of the men pulled the door The doves went flying And I knew she had butterflies in her stomach Gracefully we walked down isle And I knew that it was getting close The love of her life Was standing right there And we stopped So I said to my pumpkin My little girl You’ll always be in my heart She whispered something my hear The only one that could hear So she hugged me I went down and sat on the bench I saw her mother Sitting with her other Husband And I thanked the lord That I wasn’t him The preacher began to speak My little girl Looked so beautiful in her wedding dress So I had given her away to another man That would fill her dreams And that was the wedding day I will always remember The wedding Day Was the day I gave my princess away what do you think about it? need to add things or edit? sorry it was long

do you like this poem? its called the wedding day? The Wedding Day As I held her in my arms The first day she was born God told me that we would never be torn As a little girl at 4 years old We would go to church and pray for everyone I would put her hair in pig tails And that smile that lit up her face Was so beautiful When I saw it I said to God She looks like her mother The one that I feel in love with But she broke my soul I have never been able to recover So here was my daughter The only one that would ever be in my heart Forever As the years went on it started to get hard The teenage years that was the worst Where she was tricked, confused Heartbroken My heart was aching For my little girl After that while this was all happenin’ She grew up looking like the most Gorgeous daughter I know And I was happy to say she was mine When she was over 18 She had a boyfriend She never felt the way she did When she was with other men She was special to him She said he is my life The one I love The only one Forever to hold He felt the same way So one day he came to me We were talking about her How he wanted to propose I felt so great That this would work out this way I thought about it I really liked him I wanted my girl to start a life So I said yes One morning I woke up She was here She sat by my bedside And looked me straight in the eye I knew what it was She was glowing like a star Shining like a new car With that smile that was emerging She needed to tell me something She said Daddy walk me down the isle That was the day That I gave my princess away The wedding day The most exciting day That she has been looking for She will remember this forever The love of her life Was standing at the podium side Dressed in a tux So handsome Waiting to be married with his true love The room filled up with glee But I did not plead It was very hard for me I needed to let her go But I didn’t know how This man that she loved I hope never breaks her soul The wedding day That I cry for her Will be something special to remember I remember when she was little I always wondered how this would turn out I don’t want to let my princess go She is my little girl that I know My flower my star I saw everything from the start But I hope to God That she will be happy For the rest of her life My life has been filled with hurt I hope she never feels the way I do When I got off the road and fell And never came back the right way So the preacher said it was time To let my baby girl shine Before we opened the door I turned to her And said I love you I always do And if anything happens you know I’m here Her eye filled up with tears And said to me thank you daddy This is the best day of my life So I grabbed her in my arm One of the men pulled the door The doves went flying And I knew she had butterflies in her stomach Gracefully we walked down isle And I knew that it was getting close The love of her life Was standing right there And we stopped So I said to my pumpkin My little girl You’ll always be in my heart She whispered something my hear The only one that could hear So she hugged me I went down and sat on the bench I saw her mother Sitting with her other Husband And I thanked the lord That I wasn’t him The preacher began to speak My little girl Looked so beautiful in her wedding dress So I had given her away to another man That would fill her dreams And that was the wedding day I will always remember The wedding Day Was the day I gave my princess away Sorry its long. what do you think of it? Any edits or any adds?

do u like this poem/song idk yet!? empty he looks into his daughters eyes wishes he knew even a simplist clue to help him out what he's putting her through spending days and nights at the bar and driving in the car thinking back to when she was little dang she loved her daddy but now waht does she love, what does she do? i live with my daughter i wish i knew! I remeber when she was two the way i held her high and got her that barbie doll that made her cry she's was my little baby girl ya right never no more she wishes he was dead, wishes she could shoot him in the head he NEVER tried to be a good daddy, didnt even listen when she needed help in the kitchen! probably thinks she's a mistake that'd be good for her own sake she wants to escape but mama says baby girl you are a shining star just stay away from papa its not that hard cause well.. he's always at the bar i want my dad to show me love give me big huge hugs tell me he loves me and actually mean it i miss him helping me through the day but now his day is gin and bombay glass after glass sip after sip! why cant anyone tell him she's screaming inside i want my daddy to be by my side she's turning 16 soon in the middle of june he probably wont be there no gift or call she'd probably like it if he brought her to the mall had her get some new clothes or maybe even a purse but does he see HER worth? he looks into his daughters eyes wishes he knew even a simplist clue to help him out what he's putting her through....

A single mom poem:-)? It's called A peace of me That Little one That call's me mommy He Played around In my Tummy When It's Time I'll Tell him things I never thought my mom would say Your daddy went away for some days But It's ok I'm here to stay Little boy girls will come ...But for now just be my son This little boy my heart and soul A peace of me I love to hold! Rate 1-10 even if you have a baby girl

I lost my daughter, in a situation I'll explain below. Poem? Hey I lost my daughter to my baby mother i didnt get to sign the birth certificate or anything! I guess I wasn't man enough to step up.. But I was looking for some poems that would go good? Like I miss her and she doesn't let me see her or anything... She was such a daddies girl but when we broke up she used her as a crutch and made me break up with girlfriends she wanted me back but I finally told her no after 3 times! But please any poems thanks!

What Do You Think Of this Poem that i wrote? All I‘ve ever wanted is to make you proud Now I’m disgusted with who I’ve become. A Devil In a translucent disguise Never again will I hold you in my arms. So dear, When you look down. Don’t be alarmed. I’m not that little girl I’m the Story book villain, never winning Ever loosing. But still know that I care; I always did. I still cry at night, Years don’t fix my missing you. My daddy, a river of tears splattered on his cheeks. It shattered every fairytale I’d ever believed in. My father’s first tears, even he couldn’t stay strong. Please let me stay your baby girl. One day I might join you Its unbearable to stay on this planet knowing I walk it alone. Hug away my nightmares just like you used to. And I’ll never let you go. I promise.

Please read my amateur poem, tell me what you think, and please answer the question it asks? A Future Unsure With the innocence of a gentle breeze Into our life a tiny angel fell Holding all bad emotions well at ease We accepted this child that was born. In doubt of even what race she’d be We saw a tiny baby girl And knew she was our granddaughter No other father than our son was in the world. At two and a half, the big storm came Her mama left the scene Living with her daddy and us Long last stability! At five years old, mom wants back in her life But has done nothing to make a change Another child, she now has a half brother How do you handle a situation so strange? She’s faced abandonment She’s faced abuse She calls her mom so what would you do To assure she grows up with strong values to use? Abuse was mostly during time mother had her. Moved every two weeks, left with anybody, finger nearly severed by mom when trying to shoplift, etc. My son has full custody. He is making seeing her so much possible. He seems to think that she would suffer at the loss of "mom".

My poem...13 years old? Not really a poem, just a piece of writing? That girl (about a guy who gets her pregnant at a party, then the girl is left. She became one of the girls who get dumped by their new baby daddies) That party that night. My future was made. The empty room, Just me and you, Dark and condensation on the windows. I thought you were the one. I'm feeling sick, It couldn't be, right? I'm just an average girl. The test is on the sink, while i lean over the toilet black tears running down my face. I called you, Twice to be exact. Why didn't you answer? Are you ignoring me? No way. I'm not that girl. 9 months later, I'm in the hospital, Feeling lonely and numb. The baby in the waiting room, You would see her, Recognize her because she looks like you. Where are you? We need you. She had her first step. She had her first words, Which was 'I love you'. she could be saying that to you. I don't even care anymore. I have a new life with my little girl. She's taking ballet, She has new friends, Wish you were here, To kiss her goodnight. You never came back. Wow, I really don't care. No surprise there. I hope you know, All because of that night, I became that girl I'm sorry i didn't mean waiting room, but I mean't like the place where they hod the babies? Like the the care place?

what do you think about this poem about a girls father? She came home from school, A smile on her face. So happy that she was a part of this place. A bright cheerful day, sunny sky with no clouds. She entered her house, and heard her mother crying aloud. She walked into the living room, to the mother and her friend. The looks on their faces, made her great day come to an end. Now baby don't cry but its hard to say, That daddy died in a car crash earlier today. She didn't understand, for she was only 5 years old. She didn't seem upset at all, that made her mothers blood run cold. All the girl said was this: 'So I wont see Daddy anymore? Okay, can I go to Heather's at six?' She said nothing more. The years passed and then she realized, That she would never be able to look her daddy in his eyes. She would go to bed crying, every single night. She was daddy's little girl, this just can't be right. Then she started to lose it, fighting with her family everyday. She became a different person, she never acted this way.

2 Year old hates going to sleep now? Since may little girl was 1 we've had a great routine for bed. I bring her up, rock her while reading a bedtime book of poems. Then when the book is done, I put her in bed and she goes to sleep. Well, thats how it was for over a year and suddenly the once easy process came to an end. For the past month she has decided that this is no longer good enough. Now she wants me to stay in her room until she is totally out. Before I could leave and she would happily go to sleep. Now if I try to leave she gets really upset and cries (freak out crying). I tried to let her cry it out, but she gets too upset to sleep. What used to be a 15 minute routine is now 1-2 hours of waiting her out. I am forced to sit and watch her fighting sleep now, and she refuses to let me leave. I have tried everything. I've even asked her why she gets so upset but she just says "daddy, stay". My wife is due this week, and I can't spend over an hour each night getting my little girl to sleep once the baby arrives.

Someone has to hear it...? Well, it's bottleing up. what would this be if it wasn't a place to empty your mind and get advice right? So there is a girl that i cant stop thinking about. I have been single a while by choice trying to get my life in order since i just got out of the Marines. But when it comes to her i cant stop. I've never wrote a poem before but i did for her type of thing. She has two kids by one guy, she lives with her babies' daddy. She is "technically" going out with him but she has made it clear she is leaving him as soon as she can but he is making it dificult because he has custody of one of the kids for now(she's working on getting her back). Right now we have a good friendship But god knows i want more. I love her kids, they are awsome and we hang out often and we always have a great time, even when she was going to get teeth pulled. I havent even given her the poems because i feel it might be too soon. Advice? Comments? Leave it please I'm not sure i understand the comment about tiger woods. But thanks anyways.

Children are always the victims (New Poem)? Faded Youth She has grown cold; No longer aware that she is Numb to all sources of warmth. Her eyes once so vivid with expression… Now bored and dull Nothing; just empty. “Why can’t I be a happy girl? Mommy… Daddy Please don’t hurt me I love you so so much” So young and so shattered, Oh sweet baby girl Now you’re gone and for your passing we mourn. All the nice things you wanted to be All the nice things you didn’t get to see. Hush now my dear, Don’t weep a single tear. In a next life I’ll be here This is a promise from the heart I’ll keep very near.

Anyone good with poems or quotes? shes screaming inside needs attention from boys drinking by 12 thought she needed the love of a boy until she was raped at 12. Daddy gave her everything he was caring love giving. Gave her everything. Money clothes food car phone.depressed over weight scared lonely nervous afraid alone antisocial cant leave the house the need to feel pain so she picked up the razor. until the man she would marry came along at 15. bestfriends common intrests laughing again going places seeing things. Her daddy walked her down the isle at 20 best day of her life. Two beautiful babies one boy one girl her world is complete. The feeling is back stronger than ever cant get it out of her head. Depressed irritated screaming on the inside cant get out of bed doesnt want to leave the house on medication. All because her daddy raped her when she was 10 years. These are some of my thoughts id like to put into a poem or even just make it sound ok I think it might be easier to give to my psychiatrist than personally talking I'm not so good at the talking thing

Poem or fun cute way to say.... for Baby Celebration? My sister is having her second child, (her husbands 1st though) and he's a lil girl & wants to have a co-ed Baby Shower. They are having another Girl & my sister is just using eveything from when my niece was a baby, so instead of gifts His family came up w/ the idea of a Gift Card Tree. Instead of gifts if you'd like to bring something bring a Gift Card so Mommy & Daddy can get items they actual are in need of for Baby. I need like a little poem or a fun/cute way to say, instead of gifts & registering b/c of this being the 2nd child if you'd like to bring something bring a gift card for baby.... THANKS!

So depressed and im only 14.? Hey there, so for a while now I have just cried and cried about a whole bunch of things, but mainly because I don't want to grow up. I miss my childhood so much. All the toy, games,shows,memories,girl scouts,camping trips. Everything I miss. Even my summer of 6th grade. I'm in 9th grade now and turning 15 in July and I can't help but listen to sad depressing songs about not wanting to grow up and me being daddy's little girl and all that. And my mom just had a baby girl. She's a week old today. Now don't jump to conclusions how i am all jealous and that's the reason im down. First off, I have been down for awhile ! And second off, I'm jealous in a good way. My mom and dad were not happy together, fighting and stuff. And now I had a good childhood, lots of events I remember, it's just Sierra will have so much more. She will have her dad (my "step dad") and my mom who won't be miserable and tons of photos as memories. And it makes me cry all the time because now im the older sister. The middle child and sometimes it feels like I got the short end of the stick. I love my sister more than anything but god is it just so amazing and scary to watch her grow up. :/ if i could get quotes,books,songs,poems anything so I can feel some comfort. thanks.