Family
When monsters lurked beneath my bed,
And scary dreams ran through my head,
When thunder growled those sounds of dread,
There you were father.
Whenscuffed-up knees made me cry,
Soft hankies wiped my sad eyes dry,
Coaxing me each time I tried,
There you were mother.
In times of trouble, times of need,
I feel such strength surrounding me,
Without whose love I can't succeed,
I love you all, my family.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Unique | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| why can't I see this | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Sorrow | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Unheard | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Miss Mary Mack- (disturbing beware) | 1 | 05/18/2010 |
| 3 Words he needs to know | 0 | 12/23/2009 |
| lost | 1 | 10/10/2009 |
| Family | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| I want her back. | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| your my friend. | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| if it were up to me... | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| i need you now | 2 | 06/23/2009 |
| gray | 2 | 06/23/2009 |
| inside | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| Arithmatic can be fun | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 5 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 4 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 3 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 2 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| what are you? | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| roses are red 1 | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Simple? I think not. | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Rope | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Never say sorry. | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Bless | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| love | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| DEAD MAN | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| BANG! | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| MAYBE | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| ELKHORN | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| DIFFERENT | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
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