Thursday, 26 May 2011

A Galloway Song

Ah! ken ye what I met the day
Out oure the Mountains
A coming down by craggi[e]s grey
An mossie fountains --
A[h] goud hair'd Marie yeve I pray
Ane minute's guessing --
For that I met upon the way
Is past expressing.
As I stood where a rocky brig
A torrent crosses
I spied upon a misty rig
A troup o' Horses --
And as they trotted down the glen
I sped to meet them
To see if I might know the Men
To stop and greet them.
First Willie on his sleek mare came
At canting gallop --
His long hair rustled like a flame
On board a shallop.
Then came his brother Rab and then
Young Peggy's Mither
And Peggy too -- adown the glen
They went togither --
I saw her wrappit in her hood
Fra wind and raining --
Her cheek was flush wi' timid blood
'Twixt growth and waning --
She turn'd her dazed head full oft
For there her Brithers
Came riding with her Bridegroom soft
And mony ithers.
Young Tam came up an' eyed me quick
With reddened cheek --
Braw Tam was daffed like a chick --
He coud na speak --
Ah Marie they are all gane hame
Through blustering weather
An' every heart is full on flame
Ah! Marie they are all gone hame
Fra happy wedding,
Whilst I -- Ah is it not a shame?
Sad tears am shedding.

A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.

A Draught Of Sunshine

  Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
Away with old Hock and madeira,
Too earthly ye are for my sport;
There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
Instead of a piriful rummer,
My wine overbrims a whole summer;
My bowl is the sky,
And I drink at my eye,
Till I feel in the brain
A Delphian pain -
Then follow, my Caius! then follow:
On the green of the hill
We will drink our fill
Of golden sunshine,
Till our brains intertwine
With the glory and grace of Apollo!
God of the Meridian,
And of the East and West,
To thee my soul is flown,
And my body is earthward press'd. -
It is an awful mission,
A terrible division;
And leaves a gulph austere
To be fill'd with worldly fear.
Aye, when the soul is fled
To high above our head,
Affrighted do we gaze
After its airy maze,
As doth a mother wild,
When her young infant child
Is in an eagle's claws -
And is not this the cause
Of madness? - God of Song,
Thou bearest me along
Through sights I scarce can bear:
O let me, let me share
With the hot lyre and thee,
The staid Philosophy.
Temper my lonely hours,
And let me see thy bowers
More unalarm'd!

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

TAKE IT EASY

Take It Easy
Written by Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, May 24,2011 @ 9: 32 PM

Sometimes it’s hard to find a simple place of mind
Try and try as hard as you can
You have wonder across this great big land
Still you can’t find so you have to

Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you loose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know

It doesn’t matter who you are
Not everyone can be a star
So be satisfied keep your eyes open wide
Take pride in the things you do
And happiness will find you

Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you loose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know

Sit back my friend and watch worlds collide
Life is a journey so try and enjoy the ride
You are truly blessed so fill your heart with pride
Come what may it’s your choice you decide

Sometimes the road will narrow
Still keep your eyes on the sparrow
Trod lightly in the dark
For every flame starts with a spark

Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you loose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know

EMOTIONAL RELIEF

You feel your relief

by sending me your poison

and causing me grief.

But “I have “news” for you,

I have a shield up that

keeps me from feeling blue”.

So next time you spill your garbage

from you mind on me,

remember it goes back to you in amounts of three,

making you more sicker, which doesn’t affect me.

i wish you were here

  i feel sad when i think of you
it's not of sorrow
but of love.
i wish you were here
at my side
to make my worries
wash away

Sunday, 22 May 2011

Baby I'm Sorry

Mama is so tired,
our happiness in family,
expired.

Months and months of fixing things,
making sure,
all needs are met.

We are attached,
that is for sure....
your sickness...
no cure.

On the days I can't be perfect mom,
I'm sorry....
I'm soo soo wrong.

I'm tired baby,
it's not you.....
my job is mama is to fix.
No can do....

So when I'm screaming and yelling,
my insides....
too young...
no telling.

Just know I'm sorry,
you're to little to understand....
here...
here's mommy...
just take my hand!

I had been lost deep into the big city (free verse pantoum)

  I had been lost deep into the big city,
in alleys circling almost endless around me
with only the fuel fumes
hanging almost cuddling around.

In alleys circling almost endless around me
I could not find my way in the darkness
hanging almost cuddling around,
I could not even see the stars.

I could not find my way in the darkness
with only the fuel fumes,
I could not even see the stars:
I had been lost deep into the big city

Ah Love, Love, … Love, Love, Love, Love, Love.

 What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

When in love
Do I truly love?

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?

Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love?

I spent my whole life chasing love.
In the end the one thing I truly love
Could just be the meir pursuit of love.

Author's Note: ‘meir’ in hebrew (m’r) means 'that which burns brightly, that which illuminates'.
This poem was Inspired by the viewing of Satoshi Kon's ‘Millenium Actress’.

Friday, 20 May 2011

Fear To Love Again

Inside i hide myself, not to break

So many times, with so many fakes

I cover my eyes, i cover my heart

Alone is all i feel, alone in the dark



Broken hearted is my name

Used and abuse, my crying game

Heart shaped box, stolen was my key

I gave you so much, inside of me



Beaten words, signs of fear

Loveless motions, without a care

The little left that i spare

will never be, never a share





Only the Fear to Love Again

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Stormy Waters

  The strong winds that push and pull

Shades of blue, now darken to grey

Waves of emotions crash back and forth

The storm has risen, blacken are its thoughts



Sunrise breaks thur, to lighten the day

The storm has fallen, calmness shown its way

Summer skies, shines rays of light

The ocean has weaken, with all of its might.

HAVE YOU EVER?

  Have you ever felt that for one step forward
You found yourself taking two steps backward?

Have you ever tried to swim the undulating ocean
But grew in weariness and lack of motion?

Have you ever hiked to the mountain height
And found yourself repelling down in chilling fright?

Have you ever attempted to climb a high hill
And on your way up you took a hard spill?

Have you ever walked unencumbered in the Spring sun
With gentle breezes to refresh you when you were done?

Have you ever sailed the waves of the ocean blue
And seen the far horizons as shorelines came into view?

Have you ever ascended a mountainous terrain
And felt the freedom from all ailments and pain?

Have you ever climbed a lovely Fall meadow's hill
To be blessed with more joy than your heart could fill?

Have you ever heard the whisper of the Holy Spirit
And inhaled the Peace of the Lord? ..and endeared it?

Have you ever wondered when Christ will come again
And when He will come to take, with Him, all men?

Not to worry, not to fret;
He hasn't come as yet.
Keep your lanterns lit with enough oil for the wait
And Jesus will take you to Heaven's open gate.
One day at a time unknown
His Glorious Coming will be shown
And upwards we will be flown.

Together Apart

  i cant be with you,

together tonight...

i cant be with you,

saying your make it right..

i cant be with you,

breaking my heart into..

i cant be with you,

with your 'i love you's





when you held me near

and surrounded my all,

breaking your promises

from many hidden calls



hellos, goodbyes

against my trust,

your silence talks

without my lust..





i cant be with you,

together tonight..

i cant be with you,

saying your make it right..

i cant be with you,

breaking my heart into..

i cant be with you,

with your 'i love you's



hands raised high

smiles aside

hearing of deceit

among your lies



you had my all

when you broke my heart..

your world, my love,

devided, we part..





i cant be with you,

together tonight..

i cant be with you,

saying your make it right..

i cant be with you,

breaking my heart into..

i cant be with you,

with your 'i love you's..

i cant be with you...

with you..

'i cant

As the blood runs down

The razor slides across my wrist,
everything becomes so numb to me.
When the blood starts running down,
i think of you, i cut harder.
By now I've lost all feeling.
I don't feel pain, regret, sadness.
Because i know in a few minutes ill be gone,
And you'll finally get what you wanted.: '(

The Unsolved Flower

  Peace love,
and forever be a flower upon the old trail,
that had potential,
but was never taken,
and to never be unsolved.

Saturday, 14 May 2011

love poems

   Kiss
   *Love*.......*Love*
*Love*.....*Love*
*Love*...*Love*
*Love**Love*
*Love*...*Love*
*Love*.....*Love*
*Love*.......*Love*
*Love*.........*Love*

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...*Love*...*Love*
.*Love*.......*Love*
...*Love*......*Love*
......*Love*
...........*Kiss*
*Love*......*Love*
.*Love*.......*Love*
...*Love*...*Love*
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...*Love*...*Love*
.*Love*.......*Love*
...*Love*......*Love*
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*Love*......*Love*
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 Love
Soft and warm
Sealed with care
Sweet and kind
Will ever share
Brave and strong
Yet so fair
That is her
She's always there

Sensitive
to despair
Harkens to
others welfare
Delicate
she's elsewhere
Beautiful
beyond compare

If you meet her
Best Beware
She'll steal your heart
unaware
Her name is Love
This I swear
There's none like her
anywhere

Synergy of Love
   'Were you honed from poetry? '
I asked your saddened smile.
For it seems to tell a longing tale -
One of words in oratory
That speaks in languid metaphors
From lips of mind in deep despair
And solitude from inner wars
That over time has rendered life so frail.

'Were you carved from doleful prose? '
I sought to ask your gaze.
For a pain lies deep within your eyes -
One of barren territory
Where no fair heart could ever drift
And hope to venture back content
With grateful memories in a gift:
A land of your affectional demise.

'Do I hear a mournful hum? '
I wondered of your cry.
For it sings a song of deep lament -
One of quiet soliloquy
Recited on deserted strands
To waves that have no sense of song
And only wish to fight the sands -
A chant that cites emotional descent.

Do you know your face portrays
The colours of your soul?
It tells me at a single glance
Of how you burned your furnace whole
To stay the fire in our romance.

And see the prismic hues they bore!
I cherished all I ever saw:
Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic;
Reddened tones to match your blush;
Marine of passion, spending out your being,
Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing
The dying light in hush of night.
And how you lay there empty.

So let me help re-grow the flowers
Once erect in fiery showers!
For now I've seen what love can do
When torn asunder – oh my catastrophic blunder!

But we must realise –
Our flaming want is meant to be!
We are the ocean and the sea;
The earth and moon; the sturdy tree:
All that makes the 'You and Me.'
And this is why I ache.
I wish to start again with thee,
In close and gripping
Synergy of love

To My Heart's Keeper

Amorous pools sable and deep
Set lightly upon lustrous smile
Thy moonlit skin my heart doth keep
Stow’d away upon distant isle
Evermore to serve thy desire
Thy will my own ‘till I retire

A word, a phrase, to part thy lips
If only a whisper received
Force unmatched by one thousand ships
Seraphic design ‘ways believed
Speak unto my eternal soul
And place it under thy control











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Friday, 13 May 2011

poems

 Lectures on Love
   Being in love has often many different meanings
Overwelmed by feelings we miss needed screenings
True love is often confusing and very hard to find
Because we lose comon sense and react blind

Still being in love is different for every person
Often we are judgemental and situations worsen
Some mistaken love with a strong physical attraction
Others fall in love without any direct action

Love can be the happiest thing you have ever known
You can place the object of your attraction on a throne
Love can make you feel things that are utterly strong
It may be something that you’ve been waiting for all along

But love may also cause you to hurt and be in pain
You can feel desperation and feel that you go insane
Feelings of sadness may overshadow your every move
If the love you found no one else can approve

But love overall should be embraced without fear
Because you never know how fast it may disappear
Love is something fragile and often misunderstood
But you should be happy that feeling it - you could

© 2011

i miss you dear friend
  A friend, a true person, a real one too
this is the legacy we have from you
you taught me love and how to fight
you gave me strength you gave me might
a stronger person would be hard to find
and in your heart you were always kind
you fought for me in the end
not just as a friend
now the time has come for you to rest
so go in peace you've earned your sleep
your love in my Heart to eternally keep 


A closer Look
  I am the bronze stallion that towers over her dark places
Places I would rather pass on speaking life to
let alone reminisce
I wake up every day and give a French kiss to my lover named life
I giggle because close by are life’s piss stains and I will be greeted by them when I exit my home
Because you see once my day starts I am tested
I am tested by those who see the power in me and those who haven’t taken the moment to look
Although I am pretty much a open book and I am indeed
Complex
When you open my pages you may have to catch your breath
I am lifted
Because I have been anointed
I am here to do all that my Father has ordained
You may sit and wonder
I study myself daily
I love all my quirks
The things that I work to define
The attributes ill never change
For they define me
I may not be what is considered “main stream smart”
But I am wise
An analogy about me that comes to mind:
I cannot tell you how to construct the temple wall but I bet I’ll be the first to paint them
Just take…
A closer look
By Shannon Hogan

poetry

Uniquely you







 








 
  In poetry, you render from the gut –
Expository slut, the aim:
Cathartic legs apart,
Inviting all to penetrate
Your world;
A whore of individuality –
Your literary art ejaculating
From the riven heart –
Pumping, thumping, crying out
Upon the sleeve –
For that is what you do –
Uniquely –
Now believe

An act of poetry














  Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry

A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art

Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation

Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:

The pen be our salvation.
        

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Love is a Strange Thing

sitting at home,
everything is fine,
as the days pass by
one by one,
some long, some slow;
I talk to myself quiet and low,
elegies of my heart and soul…
a shiver, a sigh, soft words whispered in the dark,
my senses are mixed already, unable to differentiate
between a sound or a smell or a touch or a taste;
I keep dreaming of a time,
my fingers intertwined
with you, an everlasting
joy of time, heart skipping
a beat here and there;
as I sit here
thinking sweet thoughts of you
lustful images make my heart
palpitate uncontrollably;
trembling uncontrollably
the heat continues to rise
as I close my eyes and see
you standing before me;
I open up my eyes to find
that you are nowhere around
I feel a wave of sadness
crash upon the shores of my heart;
As i lie here obsessed with the thought of you,
hoping it will all be over soon and,
waiting patiently for the day
when I can hold you in my arms
and never have to let you go again,
i realize love is a strange thing indeed;

Monday, 9 May 2011

Prisoner of Love

just another random thought,
sitting in the silence
of my disturbed thoughts,
i refused to think about it;
i closed my eyes,
tried to shut it tight,
carried everywhere by the wind,
it seemed so real and so true;
gazing deeply into the pool of water,
i see my face staring back in
amazement and in wonder
at the emotions that i am overcome with;
drawing me closer and closer,
stirred by the depth of passion,
torn between the life that is
and the life that will be, i struggle;
trying to find a solution,
i try to claw my way out,
i try to fight the feelings
and all the emotions i have been overcome with;
sitting in the dark,
thinking of you,
wishing you were here,
realizing i am a prisoner of love,
a prisoner of your love;

Sunday, 8 May 2011

To A Gift on Mother's Day new

To A Gift on Mother's Day

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum,
Where there are leaves to lead the way;
There the grass needs never cutting
And stays groomed everyday.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
That no one can take away.
And through my eyes I see a place
Where all the kids can play.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
Where all the days are years;
The mommies there will never age,
Nor will they cry a tear.

I think I'll call this Mom's Land,
For beyond its flowered wall,
The beauty matches only a mother's

And that is the most beautiful of all.




Mother

A Mother’s love, is sure to find
A way to comfort, ease your mind

She knows just how, to build you up
When you’re so down, and can’t look up

You love the way, she makes you feel
Like you’re so special, her ideal

Her thought must start, with God above
To bring such caring, with such love

And as it flows, like gentle rain
It surely helps, when troubles pain

The love from mine, is oh so clear
I only wish, she was still here

Her warming glow, is missed each day
Even though, I seldom say

But she did leave, her gift behind
To help me through, when I may pine

And that’s the feel, known deep inside
Her faith and love, I still confide




GOLD STAR MOTHERS

Started with a group of twenty-five
In the year of twenty-eight
By those who lost a Son or Daughter
From the wartime's cruel fate.

When the Blue Star on the Service Flag
Was replaced with one of Gold
Everybody knew a Mother grieved
With a loss from that household.

Out of tragedy, we were formed
And, Out of love we continue.
This legacy of Gold Star Mothers
With the heartache, that they knew.

Its so sad, they still exist
And most likely always will
As long as, we go to war
There's a need they must fulfill.




MILITARY MOMS

This year on Mother's Day
We should think of offspring lost
And Mothers of all those Troops
Who paid the ultimate cost.

They've watched Sons and Daughters
Sent off to a foreign land
To fight wars and give their all
In some conflicts so ill planned.

But no matter what the reasons
They've always stepped up to the line
To give their lives for Freedoms
Enjoyed by all of yours and mine.

We must Honor all those Mothers
Of all those who have Served
And Sacrifices that they made
With our, "Thanks!", so well deserved.

It takes a very Special Lady
To let Her Child go off to War
Or just to join the Military
With the pride and fear and more.

There's too many Gold Star Mothers
And if you might know of one
Please send Her a special wish
To praise Her Daughter or Son.

Military Moms are the Greatest
With a strength beyond compare
Who hope and pray their loved one
Comes Home safe, from over there.

So, let's keep them in our thoughts
And hope their prayers come true
All those Moms and all those Troops
Who stand Strong and Proud, and True.




FOR MOMS

She was there at the beginning
When the world was new to you -
She was there to turn to happy times
Those when, you were hurt or blue.

She was there to listen to your thoughts
And when you asked, to give advice -
She was there to tell you, "Those don't match!"
Or, "Hon, you sure look nice."

She was there with you at nighttime
To help you say your prayers _
She was there to tell you, "It's alright."
When you had a dream that scares.

She was there at morning time
To get you up and out of bed -
She was there when you didn't feel good (or did)
To say, "You'd best stay home, instead."

She was there when you were hungry
And when you had those dirty clothes -
She was there when you needed her
(How she knew? Only heaven knows.)

She was there at the beginning
And she'll be there your whole life through -
She'll be there in your mind and heart
Just like a mother is supposed to do.




MY ROCK
(Mom)

Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking, "When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!"
Then remember, I'm alone.

She was always there
To answer my calls -
To listen to my "small talk"
Or when I climbed the walls.

At times, I didn't feel like talking
And somehow, she understood -
Didn't say she wished I'd call
Or make me feel like I should.

Now, I wish I would have
More times, to show I cared -
To say, just how important
Were, all those times we shared.

I could have shown my love
So much more than I did -
I never, did it enough
Even when I was a kid.

Now it's too late to do or say
All those things I wish I had -
No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad.

She was my "anchor" to this life -
The "rock", that I clung to -
The place, where I could turn
When, nowhere else would do.

Now, the ravages of time
Have worn my "rock" away -
And all I have to cling to
Are memories of yesterday




IN PASSING

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would pat you on the back
And sometimes in passing
She'd show you the right track.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would say, "You sure look nice!"
And sometimes in passing
She could, make you, think twice.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would lightly touch your hair
And sometimes in passing
She'd show you what was fair.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would ask, "What do you mean?"
And sometimes in passing
She would get in between.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would give you, "that look"
And sometimes in passing
Would give you what it took.

But this time, Mom is passing
From this world to the best
And this time in passing
She'll pass the final test.

And when Mom has passed
And the pain is so unkind
Just look and you'll find her
There in your heart and mind.





A Mothers Love

To some love is just a word
To me it's a feeling
A feeling I get every time I look into your eyes
A feeling I get when I realize your my mom
A mom who loves, shares, A mom who inspires
Unconditionally
What's that?
That's love
A mothers love, but only you would know
And me
You returned that love time and time again
Possibly to much, nevertheless you did
Thank-you
Thank-you for being there when I needed you most
For being my rock when I should have been yours
Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself
For being the one person I could trust
No matter what, no matter where
But most of all thank-you for being you-my mom
A mom I am so proud to claim
I love you
Now and forever




No Love like a Mother's Love

There is no love, like a mother's love,
no stronger bond on earth...
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.

A mother's love is forever strong,
never changing for all time...
and when her children need her most,
a mother's love will shine.

God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one...
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they've done.

When her days on earth are over,
a mother's love lives on...
through many generations,
with God's blessings on each one.

Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love...
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.




"Happy Mother's Day"

"Happy Mother's Day" means more
Than have a happy day.
Within those words lie lots of things
We never get to say.
It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I honor you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love





Before the child is born

A mother's love begins
Before the child is born
And lasts through time
And difficulties
And differences
And many wounds
And days of joy
And days of sorrow
Winding, wearing
Weeping, sharing
Changing
Until, at the end
What remains
Is that solid core
That began as love
Before the child was born.



STILL IN THE HEART

I have this Lady friend
Whose Mother passed away
Moving to a better place
And, a peaceful day.

I know about the pain
That, she is going through
Because the loss of "Mom"
Is the saddest, that is true.

Sometimes, it is a blessing
When their "life" is in decline
Not, what it used to be
When, "everything" worked fine.

But still, it hurts so much
When Mother goes away
When you know you won't see Her
For, forever and a day.

But the memories will be there
And will help, to get you through
When, you're thinking of Mom
And, feeling kind of blue.

Mother Poems


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Here's a loving Mother's Day poem about mother that could be a poem from daughter to mother.
Super Mom

Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
You're patient when I'm foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.
You're a dependable source of comfort;
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.
I love you more than you know;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!


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These Mother's Day verses are designed to go along with a gift or to be put in a card or e-card. Some of these verses could be printed, framed and given as a Mother's Day gift.
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Most of the following mother greetings can accompany a mother gift or be put in a card or e-card.



Mother's Day poetry should acknowledge Mom's good qualities. This mother poem does that. Use this free Mothers Day poem with a gift or in a card. It's a free poem for mother that will touch her heart, a thank you poem for mom.
Everything Mom
How did you find the energy, Mom
To do all the things you did,
To be teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid.
How did you do it all, Mom,
Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,
Yet find time to be a playmate,
I just can’t comprehend.
I see now it was love, Mom
That made you come whenever I'd call,
Your inexhaustible love, Mom
And I thank you for it all.
By Joanna Fuchs
Mother poems and Mother's Day poems don't always have to be from children. This Mother's Day poem from daughter to mother is from the viewpoint of an adult. A poem from daughter to mom celebrates that unique bond between female parent and child. This mother poem is a gift in itself! Mother daughter poetry is extra special. Enjoy this mother daughter poem for free.
A Sonnet for My Incomparable Mother

I often contemplate my childhood, Mom.
I am a mother now, and so I know
Hard work is mixed together with the fun;
You learned that when you raised me long ago.
I think of all the things you gave to me:
Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears,
Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul--
All these you spent on me throughout the years.
You loved me with a never-failing love
You gave me strength and sweet security,
And then you did the hardest thing of all:
You let me separate and set me free.
Every day, I try my best to be
A mother like the mom you were to me.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

LOVE poems

 My Love in her Attire...





My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings, fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is,
When all her robes are gone.
My Love in Her Attire Author Unknown

The Heart Asks...





The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,
And then to go to sleep
And then, if it should be,
The will of its Inquisitor
The liberty to die!+


I Gave Myself to Him...





I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect
The daily own of love.

Depreciates the sight
But, 'till the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, "'tis mutual risk"
(Some found it mutual gain)
Sweet debt of life -each night to owe,
Insolvent every noon!

I Should Not Dare...





I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because if he should die
While I was gone and I---too late,
Should reach the heart that wanted me,

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see
And could not bear to shut until
He noticed me--he noticed me,

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I’d come--so sure I’d come
It listening, listening went to sleep
Reciting my tardy name.

My heart would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Is useless as next morning’s sun
To erase a midnight’s tear!

Love's Philosophy....





Fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle:
--Why not I with thine?
See! The mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
--What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
 
A Book of Verse...





A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread--and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness--
Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!
 

LOVE POEMS

A Fond Kiss..





A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Nothing could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lov'd say kindly,
Had we never lov'd say blindly,
Never met--or never parted--
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare thee well, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee well, thou best and dearest!
Thine be like a joy and treasure,
Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, alas, forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!



I Loved Thee, Atthis, In the Long Ago..





I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great oleanders were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander together by the silver stream,
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew
And purple-misted in the fading light.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb magnificence of love,
The loneliness that saddens solitude,
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release
Within the temple of the holy night.
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair perished summer by the sea!


Love...





All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruined tower.

The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!

She leant against the arm{'e}d man,
The statue of the arm{'e}d knight;
She stood and listened to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.

Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene'er I sing
The songs that make her grieve.

I played a soft and doleful air,
I sang an old and moving story--
An old rude song, that suited well
That ruin wild and hoary.

She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.

I told her of the Knight that wore
Upon his shield a burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
The Lady of the Land.

I told her how he pined: and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,
Interpreted my own.

She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!

But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;

That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade,--

There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!

And that unknowing what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!

And how she wept, and clasped his knees;
And how she tended him in vain--
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain;--

And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay;--

His dying words--but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity!

All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
The rich and balmy eve;

And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long!

She wept with pity and delight,
She blushed with love, and virgin-shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,
I heard her breathe my name.

Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped--
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.

She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.

'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.

I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride.