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Posted in Share poems that you love!
Posted 6 years ago
@Quoth the Raven: Oh god my eyes! I was just imagining it was a really chubby baby leg or chubby baby arms that are so pinchable. Why would anyone analyse it that way...so wrong...whyyy..
Oh Annabel Lee!! Woo! I love this poem!!
Thank you for adding it here!
@Anon: Thank you for posting your poem. I enjoyed reading it.
Its no secret I love my gramma dearly and this poem really touched my heart so I will share it with you all.
Growing Up With Grandma
© Candy Canan
Published: February 2006
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew.
Grandma was her name.
She taught me how to tie my shoes.
She taught me how to talk,
And though I can't remember,
I think she taught me how to walk.
When all the other kids in school
Would talk about Mom and Dad,
I wondered where my parents were;
That made me kinda sad.
And sometimes there were days I'd cry
Or hide my head in shame.
But Grandma took it all in stride
And loved me all the same.
She'd wrap her arms around me
And kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
When she tucked me into bed.
Being a teen, I remember the days
When being with friends was more fun.
And I wondered what it would have been like
To actually be someone's son,
To have a regular family,
Some siblings, a mom, and a dad.
What had I done to deserve less than others?
Sometimes I felt so mad.
"It's alright, it's okay," Grandma would say.
"One day you'll understand why.
Life just isn't fair to everyone, you see.
It's always okay to cry."
And when I went off to college,
I met the love of my life.
It was Grandma who was the first I told
That I planned to make her my wife.
Soon after I'd become a father,
For that I could hardly wait.
To have a child of my very own,
And to make my Grandma a "Great."
A little girl to share her name,
For all that she'd given me.
So much I owed to Grandma.
That was plain to see.
As time passed and life grew short
I hoped my Grandma knew
That it was her love and her support
That always got me through.
If I could tell her one more thing,
"Thanks Grandma," is what I 'd say,
"For loving me and making me
The man I am today."
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/growing-up-with-grandma
Oh Annabel Lee!! Woo! I love this poem!!
Thank you for adding it here!@Anon: Thank you for posting your poem. I enjoyed reading it.
Its no secret I love my gramma dearly and this poem really touched my heart so I will share it with you all.
Growing Up With Grandma
© Candy Canan
Published: February 2006
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew.
Grandma was her name.
She taught me how to tie my shoes.
She taught me how to talk,
And though I can't remember,
I think she taught me how to walk.
When all the other kids in school
Would talk about Mom and Dad,
I wondered where my parents were;
That made me kinda sad.
And sometimes there were days I'd cry
Or hide my head in shame.
But Grandma took it all in stride
And loved me all the same.
She'd wrap her arms around me
And kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
When she tucked me into bed.
Being a teen, I remember the days
When being with friends was more fun.
And I wondered what it would have been like
To actually be someone's son,
To have a regular family,
Some siblings, a mom, and a dad.
What had I done to deserve less than others?
Sometimes I felt so mad.
"It's alright, it's okay," Grandma would say.
"One day you'll understand why.
Life just isn't fair to everyone, you see.
It's always okay to cry."
And when I went off to college,
I met the love of my life.
It was Grandma who was the first I told
That I planned to make her my wife.
Soon after I'd become a father,
For that I could hardly wait.
To have a child of my very own,
And to make my Grandma a "Great."
A little girl to share her name,
For all that she'd given me.
So much I owed to Grandma.
That was plain to see.
As time passed and life grew short
I hoped my Grandma knew
That it was her love and her support
That always got me through.
If I could tell her one more thing,
"Thanks Grandma," is what I 'd say,
"For loving me and making me
The man I am today."
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/growing-up-with-grandma
Posted in Share poems that you love!
Posted 6 years ago
@Quoth the Raven: ooooh a creeepy one! I love it!
Here is a poem that I translated to "Aaaaw the baby is so cute when it is sleeping, but oh god please don't wake it up!"
Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright
by William Blake
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet Babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest.
O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,
From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.
Here is a poem that I translated to "Aaaaw the baby is so cute when it is sleeping, but oh god please don't wake it up!"
Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright
by William Blake
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet Babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest.
O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,
From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.
Posted in The Writer's Cafe - OPEN!
Posted 6 years ago
@Quoth the Raven: Just finished reading The Masque of the Red Death! Very classic Poe. He really loves satire. I love how he makes his stories really satisfying because you feel like justice has been done. It is all tied up with a morbid little bow at the end.
Posted in Share poems that you love!
Posted 6 years ago
@Quoth the Raven: Thank you for that! It's a beautifully written poem.
One of my favorite poets and storytellers of all time. J.R.R. Tolkien.
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
by J. R. R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
One of my favorite poets and storytellers of all time. J.R.R. Tolkien.
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
by J. R. R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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Posted 6 years ago
@vengeance: Wow that place looks so beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing!
Posted in You should take a chance on me!
Posted 6 years ago
@Spark: I'll tell him a beautiful golden bird with designer glasses wished him happy birthday. He is gonna be confused but that's why its so fun!
Based on a true story:
Posted in You should take a chance on me!
Posted 6 years ago
@Spark: Aww, shucks. Thanks man! It's actually 10:30 pm. But my day was pretty okay. Got the car fixed and called my dad for his birthday. Lots of laughs were had. Wanna see the comic I drew for him?
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Posted 6 years ago
Good luck everyone!
Posted in The Writer's Cafe - OPEN!
Posted 6 years ago
@Quoth the Raven: Haha hard to say, I like reading normal books too. Its hard to describe why I like certain books/poems since I never studied writing in depth. One of my favorite books is The Black Cat by Poe as well, he is a good storyteller as well as poet! There is a rhythm and balance present in both poems and stories. You can really tell a master when you see it.
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Posted 6 years ago
@Neonea: Welcome to Voltra! Hope to see you around!
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Posted 6 years ago
@Tuijp: Woohoo!! Please join I know you will crush this one!!
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Posted 6 years ago
@Gatorlec: I love your cat's name! I don't think I have met one called that before.
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Posted 6 years ago
@Millet: Thanks man! I thought Hugs was abit of a cop out. XD I just really like hugs. I will put the badge on my profile :)
Posted in Share poems that you love!
Posted 6 years ago
For all those who have loved and lost. This one is for you.
So We'll Go No More a Roving
By Lord Byron
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
So We'll Go No More a Roving
By Lord Byron
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.