#caretaker - Hello Poetry

i could fix carefully curate the shoreline on the beach of Morecambe Bay sow each grain of sand with hopeful and precise positioning i could run circles around grass dunes etch every shape so they fit a whole family of sea creatures i could be kind - unassuming, shrink softly like sand, fill myself in the gaps of cockles buried beneath but no vessel could i fit the rage in which i sit no ocean could i shape - bend - or fix without the safety to be held just once by the arms of predictable tides

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Jan 21

Jan 21, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC

cassieco

the eldest daughter looks out to sea

i could fix carefully curate the shoreline on the beach of Morecambe Bay sow each grain of sand with hopeful and precise positioning i could run circles around grass dunes etch every shape so they fit a whole family of sea creatures i could be kind - unassuming, shrink softly like sand, fill myself in the gaps of cockles buried beneath but no vessel could i fit the rage in which i sit no ocean could i shape - bend - or fix without the safety to be held just once by the arms of predictable tides

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I think it was always going to be sunny I think we knew it from the start One of the first A character Created to take care To make sure And it started With a song. "You are my Sunshine" She would sing From the very beginning Before the accident Before the hurt Before Him. "My only Sunshine" She rubs our back Lulling me to sleep on that old old leather couch. The quilt and lace blanket covering my tiny body. "You make me happy" I loved her, I thought I had no clue what love was Love was required she taught me I loved everyone then There was no bad in my life. "When skies are grey" The wind howled outside her old house, the windows creaking I was with Nana I didn't care. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you" There it is again, love So why didn't I feel it? "Please don't take my sunshine away." I think that was how sunshine was created Made Came into existence She was made after Nana Made into a caretaker Thank you sunny

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Jun 7, 2025

Jun 7, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

How sunshine came to be

I think it was always going to be sunny I think we knew it from the start One of the first A character Created to take care To make sure And it started With a song. "You are my Sunshine" She would sing From the very beginning Before the accident Before the hurt Before Him. "My only Sunshine" She rubs our back Lulling me to sleep on that old old leather couch. The quilt and lace blanket covering my tiny body. "You make me happy" I loved her, I thought I had no clue what love was Love was required she taught me I loved everyone then There was no bad in my life. "When skies are grey" The wind howled outside her old house, the windows creaking I was with Nana I didn't care. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you" There it is again, love So why didn't I feel it? "Please don't take my sunshine away." I think that was how sunshine was created Made Came into existence She was made after Nana Made into a caretaker Thank you sunny

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I was with you in your pain I was with you in your heartbreak I was with you in your sorrow But I guess I'm just a caretaker I brought you joy in your gloom I brought you hope in your dark hole I brought you comfort in your anguish Yet, I'm just a caretaker Now he's back, picking up from where he left off Now he's back, seeing you at your best Now he's back to make you his I guess I'm just a caretaker When he goes, I'll be here to wipe your tears When he goes, I'll be here to hold you up. When he goes, I'll be here to make you smile again. Yes, I'm just the caretaker

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC

JakeY

Caretaker

I was with you in your pain I was with you in your heartbreak I was with you in your sorrow But I guess I'm just a caretaker I brought you joy in your gloom I brought you hope in your dark hole I brought you comfort in your anguish Yet, I'm just a caretaker Now he's back, picking up from where he left off Now he's back, seeing you at your best Now he's back to make you his I guess I'm just a caretaker When he goes, I'll be here to wipe your tears When he goes, I'll be here to hold you up. When he goes, I'll be here to make you smile again. Yes, I'm just the caretaker

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The water on the runways bubbling as it suffers too, A father at a young age juggling what the mothers do, Playing dumb, days to duck, memory will come if it blows up the rhyme, Waking up, take the cut, check to see the son if he woke up on time, He runs up with a zoom on the one-day smile when, The sun is in his in room as his son lays silent, He takes him up his hugs as he breathes upon the breathing, He wakes him with a nudge and then sees his son is bleeding, Half the dream is live pacing with water bloodless in the hells roamed, Panicking and mind racing, the father rushes to the cell phone, While he cries in fallen hells with the one hidden meaning, And he tries to call him help but his son isn’t breathing, The wisdom of the house where the fun cost a friend, He gives him mouth-to-mouth as his son coughs again. ~ I kiss my wife and kiss their heads, I’ll give my life and give my breath, A bit advice with bliss in death, You never see it coming, I miss the lights and **** the bed, I live to fight and live to bless, A friend of mine is missing next, And dead or free and running. ~ Racing through the house as it thunders on the farm with hoops to slam and head below, Wading through the crowds with a wonder in his arms like Superman but better bro, Playing with guns at ease in a box of wetter shirts, Begging his son to breathe as the coughs are getting worse, The weather’s always something like the books in a peer review, He never saw it coming as he looks in the rearview, The one day he failed at the doors of necropolis, His son’s face is pale like a horse in apocalypse, He plays the game of life with the water bound for peering still, He begs to stay alive as his father pounds the steering wheel, Walk through truth and madness with a hundred sins today, Caught in loops of traffic as his son begins to fade, The rational will thank me with a coffin to hunt for, He wraps him in a blankie and he walks him in the front door. ~ Muse of a rose where the hunt’s leading fellows, Tubes in his nose and his son’s breathing shallow, Kiss his eyes and more for me when there’s nothing there, Live the life an orderly on a rocking chair, The water wets the bones of the blind with the dumb laws leading, The father checks his phone for the time and his son stops breathing, The sadness in his eyes is a prize from the blind, He panics and he cries as he tries one more time, Bloodiest of bloods and every ring to wear, Nothing that he does and everything to fear, A fading joy’s pride to his moms in a better room to dance, His baby boy died in his arms and he never knew the chance, The man that ends an answer with a very fun painting, He stands against the cancer with his buried son’s blankie. ~ I kiss my wife and kiss their heads, I’ll give my life and give my breath, A bit advice with bliss in death, You never see it coming, I miss the lights and **** the bed, I live to fight and live to bless, A friend of mine is missing next, And dead or free and running.

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Feb 22, 2019

Feb 22, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC

BigSalRhymes

Laid to Rest

The water on the runways bubbling as it suffers too, A father at a young age juggling what the mothers do, Playing dumb, days to duck, memory will come if it blows up the rhyme, Waking up, take the cut, check to see the son if he woke up on time, He runs up with a zoom on the one-day smile when, The sun is in his in room as his son lays silent, He takes him up his hugs as he breathes upon the breathing, He wakes him with a nudge and then sees his son is bleeding, Half the dream is live pacing with water bloodless in the hells roamed, Panicking and mind racing, the father rushes to the cell phone, While he cries in fallen hells with the one hidden meaning, And he tries to call him help but his son isn’t breathing, The wisdom of the house where the fun cost a friend, He gives him mouth-to-mouth as his son coughs again. ~ I kiss my wife and kiss their heads, I’ll give my life and give my breath, A bit advice with bliss in death, You never see it coming, I miss the lights and **** the bed, I live to fight and live to bless, A friend of mine is missing next, And dead or free and running. ~ Racing through the house as it thunders on the farm with hoops to slam and head below, Wading through the crowds with a wonder in his arms like Superman but better bro, Playing with guns at ease in a box of wetter shirts, Begging his son to breathe as the coughs are getting worse, The weather’s always something like the books in a peer review, He never saw it coming as he looks in the rearview, The one day he failed at the doors of necropolis, His son’s face is pale like a horse in apocalypse, He plays the game of life with the water bound for peering still, He begs to stay alive as his father pounds the steering wheel, Walk through truth and madness with a hundred sins today, Caught in loops of traffic as his son begins to fade, The rational will thank me with a coffin to hunt for, He wraps him in a blankie and he walks him in the front door. ~ Muse of a rose where the hunt’s leading fellows, Tubes in his nose and his son’s breathing shallow, Kiss his eyes and more for me when there’s nothing there, Live the life an orderly on a rocking chair, The water wets the bones of the blind with the dumb laws leading, The father checks his phone for the time and his son stops breathing, The sadness in his eyes is a prize from the blind, He panics and he cries as he tries one more time, Bloodiest of bloods and every ring to wear, Nothing that he does and everything to fear, A fading joy’s pride to his moms in a better room to dance, His baby boy died in his arms and he never knew the chance, The man that ends an answer with a very fun painting, He stands against the cancer with his buried son’s blankie. ~ I kiss my wife and kiss their heads, I’ll give my life and give my breath, A bit advice with bliss in death, You never see it coming, I miss the lights and **** the bed, I live to fight and live to bless, A friend of mine is missing next, And dead or free and running.

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I am your wife, I do not have your courage, I have a soul which cries, Which is restless, When you are sent on the Front Line, Not knowing if you would return alive or dead. And if you return home, Wounded,scarred with traumatic stress disorder, I become not a wife nor your widow, Just your caretaker, My soul bleeds. 19/2/2019.

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

Not A Soldier

I am your wife, I do not have your courage, I have a soul which cries, Which is restless, When you are sent on the Front Line, Not knowing if you would return alive or dead. And if you return home, Wounded,scarred with traumatic stress disorder, I become not a wife nor your widow, Just your caretaker, My soul bleeds. 19/2/2019.

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I know you hate it when I sleep Because your anger is rarely more intense Than when I shut my eyes Comfortable on the couch Wedged between the cushion and the back Eyes heavy Drooping Trying desperately to stay awake for you. I don't ever want to hear "I don't care" Come from your mouth again.

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC

theuproar

You Hate It When I Sleep

I know you hate it when I sleep Because your anger is rarely more intense Than when I shut my eyes Comfortable on the couch Wedged between the cushion and the back Eyes heavy Drooping Trying desperately to stay awake for you. I don't ever want to hear "I don't care" Come from your mouth again.

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She loves you more than I will, And Lord knows but you don’t love me. Her circular curves – Filled with such verve – Blind so you can’t hardly see. You could try to escape, You tail-eating snake, But your own misery Is such better company Than us mere mortals can provide. You stew in your own **** unhappiness – And I could be wrong, To hate you for it, But **** being right anyway.

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Jan 3, 2019

Jan 3, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC

Longnoideatime

Anhedonia

She loves you more than I will, And Lord knows but you don’t love me. Her circular curves – Filled with such verve – Blind so you can’t hardly see. You could try to escape, You tail-eating snake, But your own misery Is such better company Than us mere mortals can provide. You stew in your own **** unhappiness – And I could be wrong, To hate you for it, But **** being right anyway.

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