toni-lynn-whitt - Hello Poetry

The love of a mother starts with a tiny flutter in her heart. Then it starts to grow, even before she meets you. She loves you with out boundaries. She held your hand when you were scared. Wiped your tears when you cried. She stands with you during your proudest moments and holds you during your lowest. She gives without asking and sacrifices without fear. The love of a mother is endless and timeless. The love of a mother shines through the foggiest of days. The love of a mother is a piece of your soul. Her love never ends. Her love lives on, long after she is gone. Although it's hard to tell her goodbye, don't be sad she is with you no matter what. In your heart. Where she will stay Forever...

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Aug 8, 2010

Aug 8, 2010 at 12:10 AM UTC

The Love Of A Mother

The love of a mother starts with a tiny flutter in her heart. Then it starts to grow, even before she meets you. She loves you with out boundaries. She held your hand when you were scared. Wiped your tears when you cried. She stands with you during your proudest moments and holds you during your lowest. She gives without asking and sacrifices without fear. The love of a mother is endless and timeless. The love of a mother shines through the foggiest of days. The love of a mother is a piece of your soul. Her love never ends. Her love lives on, long after she is gone. Although it's hard to tell her goodbye, don't be sad she is with you no matter what. In your heart. Where she will stay Forever...

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You like to call me names So what. It's not like you got much going for you anyways You make fun of my breast Do women with big breast pose such a threat You called me a Owl because my glasses are thick Who cares, what makes you different makes you amazing You called me a lesbian Because I'm not the town ***** You call me a nerd Why because you're jealous that I can actually read You single me out But that is okay. I'd rather be alone than with a bunch of losers You call me ugly My beauty must make you cringe I'm not athlete but at least they treat me like I'm a human being. No I do not have a clique who needs fake friends anyways Yes I have insecurities they make me feel alive Yes I have imperfections but who doesn't The Ugly Truth is that you try to be something that you're not When a intelligent and smart woman just so happens to come along You ridicule her and try to make her feel ashamed But this is one woman who is proud to love and be herself So go ahead try to bring her down You're only making yourself look like a idiot

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Apr 13, 2010

Apr 13, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC

The Ugly Truth

You like to call me names So what. It's not like you got much going for you anyways You make fun of my breast Do women with big breast pose such a threat You called me a Owl because my glasses are thick Who cares, what makes you different makes you amazing You called me a lesbian Because I'm not the town ***** You call me a nerd Why because you're jealous that I can actually read You single me out But that is okay. I'd rather be alone than with a bunch of losers You call me ugly My beauty must make you cringe I'm not athlete but at least they treat me like I'm a human being. No I do not have a clique who needs fake friends anyways Yes I have insecurities they make me feel alive Yes I have imperfections but who doesn't The Ugly Truth is that you try to be something that you're not When a intelligent and smart woman just so happens to come along You ridicule her and try to make her feel ashamed But this is one woman who is proud to love and be herself So go ahead try to bring her down You're only making yourself look like a idiot

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Who Am I That is a good question Well I'm nothing too special and I'm nothing too great I'm just simple Who Am I I'm just a girl I'm not a high matience Barbie I'm not a slouchy Tom Boy I'm just your down home Kentucky Girl Who Am I I'm a girlfriend Who loves her boyfriend very much and would give her life just so he could live another day Who Am I I'm a daughter Who tries her hardest to make her momma and daddy proud Who Am I I'm a sister who keeps all the ***** little secrets Who Am I I'm a aunt that is the best in the whole wide world Who Am I Simply put I'm just me Toni

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Apr 13, 2010

Apr 13, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC

Who Am I

Who Am I That is a good question Well I'm nothing too special and I'm nothing too great I'm just simple Who Am I I'm just a girl I'm not a high matience Barbie I'm not a slouchy Tom Boy I'm just your down home Kentucky Girl Who Am I I'm a girlfriend Who loves her boyfriend very much and would give her life just so he could live another day Who Am I I'm a daughter Who tries her hardest to make her momma and daddy proud Who Am I I'm a sister who keeps all the ***** little secrets Who Am I I'm a aunt that is the best in the whole wide world Who Am I Simply put I'm just me Toni

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You black my eyes You break my bones You burn me with your cigarettes You kick when I'm down You throw me into walls You beat up my mom You call me names You tell I'm worthless and you wish I was never born You choke me You slap me You feed me feces You make me beg for my food I'm just a baby What did I do wrong Why do you hate me I'm a defenseless child Do you feel more like a man When you bruise my fragile body Do you feel like a man When you're shaking me Does it make you feel better about yourself When you see me broken I'm a gift from above But yet you treat me like I'm a mistake Does it feel like I'm speaking to you from beyond My premature grave Maybe I am Maybe I haunt your dreams Maybe I'm the voice inside your head Maybe I'm that guilt that eats you everyday But don't worry you will get what you deserve (This poem is about some of the horrific acts of abuse I read/seen on the news. It is so sad what some of these kids go through before their young lives are put to a tragic end.)

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Apr 13, 2010

Apr 13, 2010 at 7:43 PM UTC

Abuse

You black my eyes You break my bones You burn me with your cigarettes You kick when I'm down You throw me into walls You beat up my mom You call me names You tell I'm worthless and you wish I was never born You choke me You slap me You feed me feces You make me beg for my food I'm just a baby What did I do wrong Why do you hate me I'm a defenseless child Do you feel more like a man When you bruise my fragile body Do you feel like a man When you're shaking me Does it make you feel better about yourself When you see me broken I'm a gift from above But yet you treat me like I'm a mistake Does it feel like I'm speaking to you from beyond My premature grave Maybe I am Maybe I haunt your dreams Maybe I'm the voice inside your head Maybe I'm that guilt that eats you everyday But don't worry you will get what you deserve (This poem is about some of the horrific acts of abuse I read/seen on the news. It is so sad what some of these kids go through before their young lives are put to a tragic end.)

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I'll never forget the day I met my Macy cat.But a little kitten she was.An outcast amongst her feline siblings.Like me amongst my social peers.She was a bit scrawny and a bit odd looking too.Then and there I knew we were pals.Shy and timid like me.My Macy cat knows all about me.She probably knows more than her human counterparts.My best friend through thick and thin.My Macy cat is always there for me.All my secrets she will keep.When I'm sick she will never leave my side.She listens to me when I talk.She cheers me up when I am down.Why have a dog when I can have my Macy cat.

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 6:02 AM UTC

My Macy Cat

I'll never forget the day I met my Macy cat.But a little kitten she was.An outcast amongst her feline siblings.Like me amongst my social peers.She was a bit scrawny and a bit odd looking too.Then and there I knew we were pals.Shy and timid like me.My Macy cat knows all about me.She probably knows more than her human counterparts.My best friend through thick and thin.My Macy cat is always there for me.All my secrets she will keep.When I'm sick she will never leave my side.She listens to me when I talk.She cheers me up when I am down.Why have a dog when I can have my Macy cat.

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Usurping feelings of disappointment hit me like a sea of daggers. These thoughts uncontrollable. My doubts hold me back and I am scared. Your thoughts of her. They hurt. They cut me like a knife. Am I not enough to keep her out of your head. These doubts make me feel like I am not good enough. Will I ever be? I cry on the inside every night because I love you so. But my fears weigh on my shoulders like heavy mountains. Will she always be a third wheel in your head. Will she consume your love again. Please don't push me out like you did once before. For if I lose you I lose my world. Please don't let me drown in these sea of doubts. For they will **** everything that you made good. Please leave her in the past and move forward with me. Let me feel that you love me and pull me out of this fog of doubts. Make them all vanish. Ease my aching heart.......

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 5:37 AM UTC

Doubts

Usurping feelings of disappointment hit me like a sea of daggers. These thoughts uncontrollable. My doubts hold me back and I am scared. Your thoughts of her. They hurt. They cut me like a knife. Am I not enough to keep her out of your head. These doubts make me feel like I am not good enough. Will I ever be? I cry on the inside every night because I love you so. But my fears weigh on my shoulders like heavy mountains. Will she always be a third wheel in your head. Will she consume your love again. Please don't push me out like you did once before. For if I lose you I lose my world. Please don't let me drown in these sea of doubts. For they will **** everything that you made good. Please leave her in the past and move forward with me. Let me feel that you love me and pull me out of this fog of doubts. Make them all vanish. Ease my aching heart.......

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A lonely old man sits in a lonely little park thinking about his wasted years. Thinking about the cruelty of wars and the blood shed he helped cause. Looking back at his young adult years he wonders why he hurt his wife. Thinking back upon his kids he asks himself why he neglected them so. Now you see this man was once a hero of sorts and had stories longing to be told. Now he is a washed up has been. He wonders why he turned to alcohol to numb his haunted memories. The wife and kids he never noticed left him years ago while he never blinked an eye or tried to stop them. Alone for years he has been. But his inner demons prohibited him. Then he got the news the worst news that a man can get. This old alcoholic has cancer and days are limited. The doctors say it could be months or even weeks before his clock stops. They say the cancer has progressed and treatments can't cure it. Looking back on his sorry life he wishes he could have been a better husband and father. But most of all he wishes he doesn't have to die alone. As I'm passing by I notice him setting on that bench like a sign or a omen just waiting to be read. I go over to say hi to him and as I reach to shake his weathered hand I realize that he has passed away. The only mourners at his funeral are a few little sparrows. Some people say it was the alcohol that killed him others believe it was indeed the cancer but I believe what took his feeble life was the loneliness he had endured for years.

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Jan 21, 2010

Jan 21, 2010 at 5:36 AM UTC

An Old Man

A lonely old man sits in a lonely little park thinking about his wasted years. Thinking about the cruelty of wars and the blood shed he helped cause. Looking back at his young adult years he wonders why he hurt his wife. Thinking back upon his kids he asks himself why he neglected them so. Now you see this man was once a hero of sorts and had stories longing to be told. Now he is a washed up has been. He wonders why he turned to alcohol to numb his haunted memories. The wife and kids he never noticed left him years ago while he never blinked an eye or tried to stop them. Alone for years he has been. But his inner demons prohibited him. Then he got the news the worst news that a man can get. This old alcoholic has cancer and days are limited. The doctors say it could be months or even weeks before his clock stops. They say the cancer has progressed and treatments can't cure it. Looking back on his sorry life he wishes he could have been a better husband and father. But most of all he wishes he doesn't have to die alone. As I'm passing by I notice him setting on that bench like a sign or a omen just waiting to be read. I go over to say hi to him and as I reach to shake his weathered hand I realize that he has passed away. The only mourners at his funeral are a few little sparrows. Some people say it was the alcohol that killed him others believe it was indeed the cancer but I believe what took his feeble life was the loneliness he had endured for years.

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The Angels open their arms and God smiled upon you that cold wintery night when you were taken from us in the blink of an eye. We mourned your death we cried our tears. Losing you made us realize just how precious life is. I didn't know you but you knew me. You looked my way and I turned my head. Your friends knew you as Aaron but I knew you as "that one kid." Looking back I wish I had spoken just one simple sentence. Asked you "How was your day?" or politely smiled back. Ah yes if I could turn the hands of time I supposed I would have taken the time to have gotten to know you better. But alas I am too late. You were called upon to spend eternity with God whom you loved so much. As I sit here listening to the chirping of the birds I wonder if you forgave me for being so cruel. For taking your kindness for granted. For not giving you a chance. Aaron I am sorry it took your passing for me to have realized just how big my ego is and I am sorry that it took you leaving this Earth to say that I'm sorry to you. I just wish I wasn't too late.

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Jan 21, 2010

Jan 21, 2010 at 5:04 AM UTC

I'm Sorry

The Angels open their arms and God smiled upon you that cold wintery night when you were taken from us in the blink of an eye. We mourned your death we cried our tears. Losing you made us realize just how precious life is. I didn't know you but you knew me. You looked my way and I turned my head. Your friends knew you as Aaron but I knew you as "that one kid." Looking back I wish I had spoken just one simple sentence. Asked you "How was your day?" or politely smiled back. Ah yes if I could turn the hands of time I supposed I would have taken the time to have gotten to know you better. But alas I am too late. You were called upon to spend eternity with God whom you loved so much. As I sit here listening to the chirping of the birds I wonder if you forgave me for being so cruel. For taking your kindness for granted. For not giving you a chance. Aaron I am sorry it took your passing for me to have realized just how big my ego is and I am sorry that it took you leaving this Earth to say that I'm sorry to you. I just wish I wasn't too late.

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Last night I seen you in my dreams. Your smile vibrant and your eyes as green as emeralds. Your voice as soft as a whisper. You speak to me. You tell me you love me and you can't live without me. The day I met you was fate. The day I fell in love with you was my destiny. My heart is yours alone. My soul forged with yours forever. I'm yours always. The winds of change are blowing fear not for they are good. They carry my love where ever you shall go. The raindrops that fall are my voice and they carry the message that you are not alone. The sun shining on your shoulders is me smiling down on you and the moon in the night is my soul watching over your dreams. For I love you now and until eternity. Forever with you is where I shall be

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Jan 5, 2010

Jan 5, 2010 at 2:54 AM UTC

My Love

Last night I seen you in my dreams. Your smile vibrant and your eyes as green as emeralds. Your voice as soft as a whisper. You speak to me. You tell me you love me and you can't live without me. The day I met you was fate. The day I fell in love with you was my destiny. My heart is yours alone. My soul forged with yours forever. I'm yours always. The winds of change are blowing fear not for they are good. They carry my love where ever you shall go. The raindrops that fall are my voice and they carry the message that you are not alone. The sun shining on your shoulders is me smiling down on you and the moon in the night is my soul watching over your dreams. For I love you now and until eternity. Forever with you is where I shall be

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I feel as though I'm losing my head I cant breathe I can barely feel I'm lost in a fog and I cant find my way home I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore I don't know who I am A part of me is gone and I cant get it back One part of me forgives you The other part wants you to suffer I deserve better and I'm worth more than you think I have no regrets nor If given the chance I wouldn't take it back Although I'm hurting I will get over this and become stronger Then you will see exactly what you missed and You will think back and speak these words "Look at what I let slip away." (Most of my poems were posted on my blogspot account which I no longer use)

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Jan 5, 2010

Jan 5, 2010 at 2:43 AM UTC

Slip Away

I feel as though I'm losing my head I cant breathe I can barely feel I'm lost in a fog and I cant find my way home I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore I don't know who I am A part of me is gone and I cant get it back One part of me forgives you The other part wants you to suffer I deserve better and I'm worth more than you think I have no regrets nor If given the chance I wouldn't take it back Although I'm hurting I will get over this and become stronger Then you will see exactly what you missed and You will think back and speak these words "Look at what I let slip away." (Most of my poems were posted on my blogspot account which I no longer use)

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