"nieces" poems
Build me a slow boat to Timbuktu via China
Heave down a fleecy cloud and let me float to Nirvana
Hunt me a unicorn and let me ride to the Enchanted Forest
Find me a giant eagle and let it lift me to Outer Mongolia East
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
Show me a Church and I'll show you a hall full of Sinners
Point out a wife and I'll reveal a liar and a fake and none dimer
Call a Doctor and its a Monster who betrayed the Hippocratics
That Government Boss is a cruel heinous snake without ethics
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
See that Preacher and see a spineless hypocrite back-stabber
That lover was nothing but a sick deranged false **** twister
My dear acquaintance a heartless corrupted shyster unhinged
A Newsagent full of pitiless, gloomy, vile, psychotic joy-suckers
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
That friend of years a bloodsucking Judas who betrayed and stole
Uncles who rained terror with sadistic pleasures in parts unwhole
Show me nieces and find two-faced ******* with poisons in veins
Neighborhoods full of silent killers and Rapists of truthful genes
'please don't me leave here amongst demons with human faces'
A vicars' daughter wielding angst axes better than a viking
The pathetic Moors zombies tearing flesh on masters beholding
The dead-eyed Arabs salivating madly or at daggers drawn
Contemptible Men-kids with pin ****** used as King's pawns
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
Build me a cottage in rolling green fields with blue skies
Find me a fair maiden with a true heart and warming smiles
Show me a place that holds fairness and justice real and dear
A world with humanity we're all sisters and brothers for care
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
Meeting you is never a coincidence,we are fated together
It has been ordained that we will met on this day
I thought I lost it all but at the end I gained even more all because I met a special lady "U"
We might be far away
Distance doesn't necessarily ruin a relationship,
because we don't have to see each other everyday to be in love
It Is true that angels are made to be in heaven but some angels are sent on earth to do a special work and am glad you are my angel
I was dark before you came,
i had no love, nor a heart,
as i was lonely, full oh shame,
but now you are here, and our love will never be apart
Your beautiful face light up my world each time I look at your picture
I love to see your beautiful face that makes me say God Almighty you are really great
Your voice so powerful that It brought me into the world
Into the world of laughs and smiles
That walks along with me everyday
To bring me joy for endless miles
Am here writing about u
Singing about you
Dreaming about you
Thinking about you
Playing back all your voices
Looking at your pictures to bright up my day
Remember to say me Hi to your beautiful nieces
All I could say is God thank u for creating that beautiful day I set my eye on you CHIAMAKA
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
I am the No. 1
uncle
to my niece
Freya.
And my niece
Hope
has me at 3rd
coming after
her mother,
my sister.
and grandmother
my mother.
Such are
the orderly
lives
they live.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
I wrote a poem against gun violence because students should not have to go to school aching in fear of not making it home alive.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because so many people are going to take their own lives today.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because it targets women, minorities, to the point where they cannot be outside of their homes in the evenings.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because too many veterans are at risk of dying by their own hands
I wrote a poem against gun violence because mental health is SERIOUS
I wrote a poem against gun violence because I am an aunt of two and I want my nephews to live full, happy lives
I want to ask my legislators what they’re going to do when they come for their
children
Their spouses
Nieces, and nephews
Grandchildren
Friends
Call me a snowflake, if you will
If that’s what standing for what’s right makes me, then I’m proud of it
I’m the snowflake that wants you all to stay alive
That stands for what’s right when they don’t have the guts to
And sweetheart, this snowflake doesn’t melt
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
Nieces and nephews
is someone
Who look up to
you as aunts and uncles
Niece
Niece
Their light up we you
walk to the door
Their teach you
patients and how to
Love unconditionally
and their teach
You how to be kind to
other I love hearing
My niece calling me aunt
if you have a nieces
Or nephews or niece
Or nephew their are
Blessing of god
I love my niece
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/5/16
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
I love petrichor ;
The way that seconds after the first few
drops start falling ;
The scent of Ozone fills the air .
I love the smell of fall,
The beauty of trees showing us that you can still shed bits of you that have died... Yet still be beautiful.
I love the sound of my nieces laugh;
The way it steadily always brings me back
to earth durning chaos ,
Reminding me to be joyful.
I love the ocean.
How beautiful is it from the surface ;
Knowing no one will ever see all the beauty
That lurks beneath the depths.
I love seeing peoples faces describing
The person they love.
Their features change , they
Become alive .
I love coffee, and my dog, and my tiny feet, and whiskey, and sportscenter, and lime popsicles. I love sleeping in ,and watching Braveheart . I love love, and i love living .
What do you love.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
fishnet pantyhose
mexican dinners
men with a big noses
competing, being the winner
women scented like roses
words of praise
cats
getting a yearly raise in pay
the sound outside my window and knowing it's bats
calling in sick to work, and spending the day at play
seeing stupidity and smiling
the laughing of my nieces
writing a good poem without trying
hug by my fiance and falling to pieces
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 10:49 PM UTC
You want a make out
Without a ring on it
You call it attractive
I call it infactuation
They call it seductive spirit
They just want the pudding
Bunch of irresponsibles
This kind goeth not away
But by fasting and prayer
A generation of sadomasochists
Bunch of nymphonaniacs
Do I look like a loose ball?
Even if I wanted to play
"Shoe get size, 'mbok'"
Open your legs at your peril
When it's time to settle down
Men look beyond beauty
Character and intelligence tops the list
Even love is not enough
When he is ready to "ring it"
Don't say I didn't tell
When you advertise your wares
Frontally and from behind
You attract what you represent
Men don't like exposed wares
If you cover it very well
They will pay fire to posses it
Trust me, I speak from experience
Queens of the night
Their office opens at night
Adorned in skimpy gowns, no brassiere
Sometimes, with their nieces knickers
Exposing all exposables
You attract what you are
You get what you desire
Do you have a banging body
With seductive shape
All you get is a one night stand
No one wants to marry an empty barrel
Before you open your legs
Please, open your sense
Do you understand?
Before I drop my pen
Please repeat after me
Lord, Jesus, I come to you today
As my personal Lord and saviour
Deliver me from seductive spirit
That I might be made whole
Write my name in the book of life
Thank you for saving me. Amen!
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
I cannot believe the **** culture that exists in these modern times. We, as Women live life thinking that our rights have have come a long way since those times when we had little to none but have they really? Have our rights gone anywhere when we are still, now WARNED about **** when we are told ‘you need to be careful, you’re vulnerable, watch out for **** Why is it our responsibility to not be ***** why is it not our responsibility as a nation to educate our young Men on **** to educate them on a Woman’s right to say ‘No’ and to not have it ignored, argued with or discussed, to have it accepted, respected. Why is this placed upon our shoulders, something for us to guard against, something for us to worry about as we walk down a street, as we walk through our towns and something for us to be blamed for when we wear a short skirt, a tank top, tight jeans and are therefore ‘asking for it’. I was warned about being ***** today on the bus, an old man said to me ‘you be careful, you watch out, a young woman with a body like yours’. This is the body God gave me, this is the gender God gave me, this is the woman that God made me and why should I therefore have to protect myself against being ***** because of it? This is **** culture and it needs to change NOW.
How can this be accepted? How can we ignore this when we have daughters, granddaughters, sisters, nieces, friends, sons, grandsons, brothers being raised with this perspective, this ideology, this **** culture?
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
Cold hearted people are a cancer to our species
That should be wiped away and flushed like feces
They've divided our minds into little pieces
I'll greet the cold hearted boy who tried to date my nieces, with Hot lead...
A cold hearted person was once a person who cared to much
Once a person turns cold it's hard to change back into who they used to be. They have to let go of the past, and learn how to trust again.
Most people who act heartless have a sweet heart. They just act heartless to protect themselves from getting hurt again.
Life is like a camera...
Focus on whats important,
Capture the good times,
Develop from the negatives,
And if things don't work out,
Take another shot.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
I will hear your voice
Singing joyful hymns
Between chores
On Saturday morn;
I will see your smile of radiance
On the faces of my sisters and nieces;
And your boundless energy
Will manifest in the limbs
Of my sons and nephews;
And the legacy
Of a Nubian Queen
From Islington Village
On the breezy bank
Of the majestic Berbice river,
Shall reign eternal...
~ Pablo (#formom)
10/25/2013
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
There was Old Man in a pew,
Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;
But he tore it in pieces
To give to his nieces,
That cheerful Old Man in a pew.
3.4k
When I was twelve,
my uncle told me that
when I got older,
I would only have enough
"best friends" to count on
one single hand,
and they would be the
best best friends I'd ever had.
And I can count my five
best friends,
but they are not
my best best.
Because they tug
and twist
and ****
and pull
on my heartstrings
in ways that could make
a grown girl cry;
and they do.
So I can tell you the names
of my best friends
that rip me to shreds
and throw my heart
onto a floor covered in
broken glass;
and you will be able
to identify the names,
because they might be your
best best friends, too.
Wanderlust
the beast to slay them all,
pushing my desire
and reinforcing my disability,
reminding me that I have
nowhere to go
and everything to see
Disorder
in my bedroom,
in my essays,
or in my brain;
all of them causing
someone (me)
to explode in a fit of
unwanted emotions.
Apathy
Towards my schoolwork and
busywork handed to me
by middle-aged "can't-do-so-teach-ers"
that need a handful of capsules
to numb the pull to leave
just as much as I do.
Dysfunction
in my brain's chemical makeup,
and my family's emotional one,
not to mention the relationships
I attempt to handle like a
one-handed juggler.
Imagination
creating scenarios in my heart
that could never come to be,
leaving me in a perpetual state of
disappointment.
So now I will tell
my nieces and nephews,
sons and daughters,
or countless grandchildren
to never trust the ones that
try to make something different
of your heart,
because they don't really love you,
they love what the can make you become.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I am the queen of being forgetful,
My nieces and grand niece follow
me,
It is in the genes.
I neither have dementia nor Alzheimer,
It's just my way.
Too much goes in my mind,
Creating pages of happenings,
In Gujarati they call me Sunji (forgetful).
My husband would boil tea or milk for me,
Otherwise,both would spill over,
The utensil burnt.
I learned how to drive a car,
Unfortunately,had to give up,
I would nearly forget to switch off the ignition key.
I would certainly forget to give messages,
Or attend invited occasions if not reminded.
Uncannily, I would never forget if I had hurt someone,
Someone owed me money,
My own personal work.
Everybody tried to rectify me,
But,to no avail,
I am what I am,
And they let it be.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
we was in the bando,
trappin, we were trapped..
cook named Orlando,
moved across the track..
used to be my neighbor, now hes got the paper,
owns a couple barbershops, got myself a taper,
owns a deli too, couple cleaners down the main street,
not long ago we were sitting in the same seat..
back when,
we was in the bando,
trappin, we were trapped..
kitchen hot too handle,
Found ourselves a rat..
polices, driving by increases...
Orlando had a thesis,
Moved in with his nieces..
He says...
"Theyll never catch me in here,
I live without fear,
only time i cry is with this tattoo tear"
A couple days later, cops broke the door in,
couple windows too, just to let more in,
they found a couple rifles, most of them foreign...
Cuffed Orlando, his niece, and his babymomma Lauryn...
multiple charges of distribution.
couple cases of ******
money laundering, and weapons, his attorney would murmur...
They say my writing ***** this is no place for this crap..
i dont do poetry, i just write reality rap..
and truthfully, nowadays reality lacks.
So i dedicated this to his daughter Natalie Max.
25 to life..
no chance of parole, bottle....
of hennessy,
just *** he was my role model..
They say how can you defend him, when i yell free Orlando..
*** i still remember when..
we was in the bando...
-afj
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Although you may be to young
to understand
and too beautiful to comprehend.
I will tell you about this world
this world i live in.
This world you will live in.
This world is not sweet.
This world is the enemy of some
and the death of many.
This world has no patience for tears,
no compassion for the unhealthy.
This big onion of a world has
its folds
and as we peel the folds
we cry,
we cry for the death of many
and the impatience of the tears.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Death Threat
Hello ***** prepare to die,
you know the reasons and the why.
Your life, I plan on taking,
this is no joke, I'm not mistaking.
I hate your god **** guts,
when arrested, they will think I'm nuts.
Chop you up into little pieces,
then send them to all your favorite nieces.
Say goodbye to everyone you know,
because pretty soon your blood will flow.
You took my soul, heart and my pride,
now I will have to run and hide.
You took my clothes, food and my money,
stop laughing ***** this **** ain't funny.
You took my house, car and my boat,
revenge will be mine, that you can quote.
You took my drugs, beer and my pills,
I'm going through withdrawal and getting the chills.
You took everything that I own,
your mind is about to be blown.
I now live in the street,
people in cars throw me food to eat.
It get kinda cold late at night,
this is my death threat to you, that I write.
I'm at the point of no return,
a cruel lesson you must learn.
I hope you enjoy these last few hours,
your grave will deserve no flowers.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Sitting here trying to figure my thought process,
Trying to describe the only one I want to impress,
Thinking of ways to give you what you're due,
When all it ever takes is a simple ' I love you '.
The 9th of May 1978, a few years past,
Our 1st public introduction, yet it could've been our last,
You stopped breathing as things weren't going right,
I'm forever grateful, you turned back from that light.
I always had a reputation as a Mammys Boy,
No longer an insult, I am one with pride,
You thought me how to stand up for myself,
Most importantly, to search inside for my strenght.
Along with all of that, you gave me 4 sisters,
For my nieces & nephews, you gave 4 great mothers,
You take on our problems, like they're your own,
You always make sure, we are never alone.
They say all men search for one like their Mother,
Well, 'they' have no clue, for there is no other,
One with such skills, to attempt to name is unbelievablle,
Mammy, Ma... to the girls & I, to everyone else it is Carmel.
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 4:00 PM UTC
I am from being a younger sister,
to having divorced parents.
I am from being an Aunt,
to watching my nieces and nephews grow up.
I am from being a confused teenager,
to learning from my mistakes.
I am from reading love stories,
to believing in love at first sight.
I am from having high expectations,
to being determined to achieve my dreams.
I am from being shy and quiet at school,
to being loud and talkative at home.
So who am I exactly?
I am a girl who goes after what she wants to achieve.
I am a girl who is loving,
and has a heart for the people she loves.
I am 14 year old girl,
trying to learn from her mistakes.
I am me.
a person with a unique personality.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
while age is only a number,
experience is a set of volumes.
you, thanks to time and genetics,
have overflowing shelves.
you've done it all.
a house of your own.
a car of your own.
a cat.
a rose garden.
(are you gay?)
nieces, nephews.
unfixed income.
"making it."
how can i be so proud of you?
it's hardly been 4 months
since
i ran into you in the doorway
of the bar
trying to make my exit unnoticed
as i had avoided you not one hour before.
knowing one of us would have to say "hi" first.
but that was then.
now is this.
this
this
this dull glow
that never leaves my heart.
someone's always stoking the fire.
your shift starts
now.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
It was a magical moment
As my niece's boyfriend
Approached her the day after
Her birthday
We were all sitting around
Just talking about the night before
When he came into my view
With a bunch of roses in one hand
And small gifted bag in the other
The surprised look on her face was priceless
Her family knew before her aunties of course
She was clueless to this unexpected surprise
It brought tears to my eyes as I watched
Her young men bend, on bended knees
And proposed to her in front of her family
It was the look on her face that was so priceless
First surprise, then a glow just radiated from her soul
She looked so beautiful to mine eyes
She said yes to this special young man
I had not noticed that his brother was sitting next to him
All I could see was the glow that was there in my nieces face
What a beautiful sight to see
I bare witness to first true love
I felt so honored to be a part of this special event
And so proud of my niece as she said yes for ever more
then not more than 5 minutes later my brother
called...what a wonderful way to find out
his niece was now engaged...she was gushing
surprised and overwhelmed...shes so happy now
I smile and nod my head
yes he is a special young man that captured my nieces heart
Congratulations My Dear
Love always Aunty Kaila
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Hi . . . This is about the kinds of people who work in corporate big money office buildings . . . Imagine them at lunchtime, how they interact and picture the scene in any . . .
Busy little bistro
Sharp - sharks - circle - the - pack
Pinstripe finned and eager
Snapping their snacks back with ease
Points to prove with nothing to lose
No cracks in their creases
They're keen to return to the fray.
These boys play with girls
Aren't yet uncles with nieces
Just unproven throwaway pieces . . .
In shiny . eat ***** . suited up . Chelsea boots
Bidding for ***** with cute looks and loot
Touting with confident ***** . . .
As mobile as their smart devices
Loose
Next . . . ?
And fresh from a mornings abuse
And fifteen years of fear . .
Beleaguered older shirts sit . .
Flogged dogs with weak barks
Parked packed into packs.
Tongue tied ties tied together
Safety is numbers
Get each others backs
These partially satisfied cats
Know today is NOT their day . .
That was yesterday . . .
Obliging lives and mortgages
The reasons why they stay
Passing Cabs cruise . . .
Seen it all before.
Sat in the back a high class *****
Glazed eyes glancing away
From her play-away payday
Nibbles in the boardroom . .
Napkins . . for the dribbles
A working lunch for this Girl
Her money-shot a wrap without applause
Was just a . . . pause . . . between paws . .
Then Dora on reception
John, who minds the door
Evie in the IT room
Or dave . . who buffs the Marble
Sparkles glinting in the floor . .
And the guards . . who guard . . what exactly . . ?
All of this . . ? Networking . . !!!
Everybody's selling something
It doesn't quite stink
But it definitely smells
A little high
As time whiles by
Seems this
Is the state of our nation
And in this state
Defines our aspirations
And yes . . this state's a splinter
Taunting my imagination . . .
Do I stake my place within this game
Or sit in observation
Commentating on a race
Where human nature fakes it's place
Where people sit as players
Yet no one wears their own face
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC