Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
FATHERS DAY

Fathers are a special thing
They give to you their time
They show you what you need in life
Give you peace of mind

Fathers do amazing things
Each and every day
Always there when you need
To say it is okay

Fathers teach you lessons
They guide you as you go
Allow mistakes to be made
So lessons learned you know

Fathers show compassion
Are their to lend a hand
Wrap their arm around you
And help you make a plan

A fathers job is never done
No matter what your age
For each time your father sees you
For him its Fathers Day

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts ( Joe)
A Cold Day In Florida

A cold day in Florida
It happens now and then
To keep our families warm
We lock ourselves within

It gets down to freezing
For just one day or two
We say it just cant happen
We have no coats to use

We cant see through the windows
Ice covers all our views
Not knowing how to drive
Black Ice is something new

We go down to the ocean
The water's ice cold too
The beach is almost empty
Tourist didnt get the news

Now we sit and wait for sunshine
Hope it will come soon
For a cold day in Florida
To us its something new

A cold day in Florida

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)
They say this is a new war
But it's happened many times
The killings and the murders
The destruction left behind

We take sides, stand our ground
With no soldiers at our doors
Not knowing of the pain they feel
What they must endure

Occupied or Terrorist
Both sides refuse to lose
So they fight and **** each other
Each side with different views

We judge them for their actions
Not knowing their true pain
Innocents on both sides
With their lives they now must pay

One will win, one will lose
But the death it will not end
For their religion they must follow
A War without an end

Poem by Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)
I have my own specific view but this poem takes no sides except the side of peace.
The Love Of Poetry

We consider ourselves writers
Painting pictures with our words
So others have a chance to view
A message that needs heard
We hope that we are givers
Of wonders never seen
That each new verse that we write
Is something someone needs
We try to make a difference
Give a different point of view
Hope our readers understand
Maybe change a life or two
I call myself a poet
And I do all the things above
Although I do this for myself
I also do it out of love

The Love Of Poetry

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)
Please forward and tag to help make this trend.
Cupids Days Are Done

Well it's the day after Valentines
And Cupid did not come
Now I'm waiting at my bedroom door
Putting bullets in my gun

I waited until midnight
Then today rolled around
Now if Cupid ever shows his head
Cupid gets knocked out

At first I planned to scare him
For all he's put me through
But ****** seems a better choice
Since I've had a drink or two

Now I could be drinking way to much
Because I think I'm seeing things
Or Cupid may have slipped me drugs
Just to get away from me

Did I just see a Santa
I'm hearing reindeer on my roof
My drinking could be trouble
Giggling Goblins are afoot

I think I saw a Bunny
Is that a beer orna green elf
Cupid he won't raise his head
Afraid to show himself

Did I just hear a Turkey chuckle
I'm seeing pink arrows everywhere
Maybe I should take a nap
Or I could just have another beer

Well it's the day after Valentines
And Cupid did not come
He gets maybe one more year
The Cupids Days Are Done

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts  (Joe)
Christmas Has A Meaning

Christmas Has A Meaning
We must not forget to see
For a gift of love called Jesus
Was born for you and me

On a night so filled with darkness
A star did shine so bright
To guide the way for all to see
The Savior born that night

King of Kings they would proclaim
Kneeling faithful by his side
In the manger lay the Son Of God
The Messiah had arrived

The glory of this childs birth
We celebrate in many lands
He brings the world love and hope
Peace on earth good will to man

Christmas Has A Meaning
We must not forget to see
For a gift of love called Jesus
Was born for you and me

Christmas Has A Meaning

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts  ( Joe)
We consider ourselves writers
Painting pictures with our words
So others have a chance to view
A message that needs heard

We hope that we are givers
Of wonders never seen
That each new verse that we write
Is something someone needs

We try to make a difference
Give a different point of view
Hope that readers understand
Maybe change a life or two

I call myself a poet
And do all the things above
Although I do this for myself
I also do it out of love

The Love Of Poetry

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts  (Joe)
Please share
Next page