#timothy poems on Hello Poetry

Àŧùl Oct 2019

He's very caring about his family,
And not only that, dear readers,
To every poet, he is so fatherly.

He's your most regular reader,
His words are so encouraging,
He is The Caring Corvus here.

He's the guiding light for new poets,
His profile is not available right now,
The Raven on the tree of Hello Poetry.

My HP Poem #1781
©Atul Kaushal

#i #miss #you #timothy #bruffy #ji

Tryst Sep 2018

Ode to Thee

A lake as still as still — a cloudless sky —
A bird-less forest — silent as the page,
That monk-like sits reflecting for an age
On pious deeds exalted upon high,
The page gilded in wisdom, lauded by
Its maker’s peers, wherein is set the stage
For Nature’s bountied beauty — I give homage
Unto its gifted craftsman, one that I
Have oft’ with envious eyes admired afar,
And matchless to his art, have grasped for skill
Far far above my grade — From him to me
Has come a gift as bright as Keats' Bright Star —
Unto thy lake, may this stone rend the still,
And loose thy songbird skywards, Timothy.

To one who inspires us all, in the hope this may inspire thee.

#sonnet #ode #timothy

branded glaciers GE Feb 2018

his crazy

could never catch mine
we see him
in
the
mirror

all the time
he knows
my style
they
are
word stalker

he tells me this
my *******
get hard
caress
my
*******

he loves my
down there
he loves
me
every where

he caught me in an corner
his grip on my neck forced me back
fans felt blood start to streak
he ripped
off
my
*******

he forces his self in me

my my my
my
my
my
mind

what clouds
of
horror

what moons
of
disbelieve

this feeling

my thumbs find his eyes
force his eyeballs
form their
socket
he
release me

his violent screams
now
i
am
he crazy
?

...
..
.

special thanks
to
my
mental lover

#timothy #eldon #boswell #tryn #chump #me #now

Timothy Brown Feb 2017

Blood is Thicker

Names are funny.

Have you ever wondered what your name would be if your parents didn't name you?

I'm one of the lucky few
that know.

If my parents didn't name me,
my name would be
Timothy.

You see, apparently,
when two people love each other,
Mommy cheats on Donny
with daddy and all three
demonize the baby.

Unfortunately,
abortion isn't an option.
Poor Donny believes
his little Johnson
made a tiny Willie
but really
it's Mike's Rick.
The trick wasn't revealed
until
Donny signed the birth certificate.

Obviously, Karen's husband abandoned their family.
Mike ripped his love from her and gave it to Dominique.

Karen,
twice-scorned,
mid-divorce,
postpartum,
decides a shelter isn't suitable for a nameless infant.

At this point, it's a little too late for abortion.
Nowhere to go,
knowing she can't stay,
Adoption became the practical option.

The noxious auction caused a nauseous reaction to her conscious. Karen picked the option, least pompus, with the most promise. An intuitively honest Christian was brought to her room so she could sign the synopsis.

As she's reviewing the terms of this blood oath, she glances at both of the parents cradling her second baby boy. They turn and ask

"What is his name?"

"I don't know. I thought he was going to be a she so I had the name Sade."

"That's ok, we have a perfect name in mind. Timothy."

She never signed the adoption papers but she kept the name.
©February 26, 2017 by Timothy Brown.

#blood #names #timothy #adoption #thicker

Sally A Bayan Feb 2017

LIGHT ALONG THE WAY

A
S
w e
.tread
....along
...the paths
of life,  comes
a time when roads
t u r n   to  z i g z a g s
sometimes beaten, painful
to walk on...and the blue sky
darkens to gray...and the clouds
hide from us, and the sun sets, and
we need arrows and rays to guide  us
t h r o u g h:::::
]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
From nowhere
.........any hour
y o u    appear
b r i g h t     as
morning  s u n
your   BEAMS
ILLUMINATE
you are a light
that guides us
.....through the
[[[ D A R K ]]].

...For Timothy...

Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

...found this older poem...from three years ago...written for Timothy...
...I repost...for Timothy...

#light #guide #beams #arrows #timothy

Marian Dec 2016

Happy Birthday!

May ravens sing to you
May they brighten Winter's dreary walks
As fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet
And the sky grows a melancholy gray
May cheerfulness run forth to greet you
With happy, outstretched arms
May no rain or darkness sadden your day
May only beauty, wishes, and dreams
Dance inside your head
Happy Birthday, Dad!

**~Marian~

Sorry for my long absence from HP!!
We (my parents and I) have had a LOT
Come up lately, so if I'm not always
On here reading and writing poetry, please understand!!
However today I knew I had to write something...
Today is my Dad, Timothy's birthday!!
Sorry if this doesn't sound like my usual style,
But it was quite randomly written!!!
Enjoy anyways!!!! :) <3

#love #poet #happy #dad #dedication #family #birthday #parents #timothy #randompoem

Cat Fiske May 2015

Letters to Timothy,

Timothy,
today was supposed to be your birthday,-Dad
Timothy,
I took your place, -Maria
Timothy,
Mommy cried in the kitchen,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
Where have you been?-Mom

Timothy,
we never got to throw,-Dad
Timothy,
My life's such a waste,-Maria
Timothy,
I found your spaceship,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
Where did you go?-Mom

Timothy,
Missed your birthday,-Dad
Timothy,
Never got to use your legs,-Maria
Timothy,
Daddy says it's the farthest you've ever flown,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
I feel alone,-Mom

Timothy,
Missed your photo,-Dad
Timothy,
To walk around this whole big mess,-Maria
Timothy,
We found your spaceship,-MaryAnne
Timothy,
you're not ever going to be alone,-Mom

Timothy,
you never got to uses your head,-Dad
Timothy,
Its not what it seems,-Maria
Timothy,
Did it hurt when you hit the ground?-MaryAnne
Timothy,
I love you babe,-Mom

Timothy,
to find out what this whole world thing meant,-Dad
Timothy,
but it is,-Maria
Timothy,
Where have you been?-MaryAnne
Timothy,
Missed your photo,-Mom

Timothy,
Missed your photos,
Missed your birthday too,-Dad

Timothy,
I took your place,
Life's such a waste,-Maria

Timothy,
We found your spaceship,
Its the farthest you've ever flown,-MaryAnne

Timothy,
I cried in the kitchen to let you go,
Timothy,
Why can't you just come home?-Mom.

About a miscarriage I am most likely to get one if I ever get pregnant, I really want a son, more than daughters when I am older, I am probably going to adopt but I always loved the name timothy, so I just would love if I had my own kid it name him that, And there are girl names I love, but I really Just don't want a daughter.

#love #father #mom #mother #dad #sister #family #brother #miscarriage #timothy

Caitlin Jan 2015

You Know who's Awesome??

Timothy,
For always being there.
For caring.
For loving me; You don't even know me.

*Thanks

#always #thanks #foryou #timothy #loveya

Elioinai Oct 2014

victim

Raw and bleeding,
Weak and needing,
The arms of stronger love,
White and red,
Skin is shed,
Gnawing away again,
Transparent shards of glass,
Cut deep from other’s bursting heart,
Blood long turned brown,
Still staining the ground,
At the feet
Of One,
Who,
Hurting,
Crying,
Changing,
Running,
Towards the Source,
Beauty,
Runs down in pools of water,
From a holy heart,
Mixing with the gore,
Like watercolor,
Shows a different scene,
A banner in the war,
Over all the carnage,
It took to get there,
Strength in every skirmish,
Broadswords only given,
To the killer of giants,
Bearer of most pain and weight,
Likeliest to casualty,
A favorite of Glory,
Sun so bright,
Off boots and mail,
He will not fail,
But Save,
And win,
And Raise,
The banner of blood,
As much of his as other’s.
And make more,
Lovers of Light.

June 4, 2013

#suffering #timothy #overcomer