Father's Day Poems

A father and a dad are not the same:One can be a dad and not a father,Or one can be a father and not botherTo earn through love the more endearing name.Some find fatherhood a bit too tame,Leaving all the details to the mother,Or dumping the sweet burden on anotherMan with just a passing twinge of shame.You have been our dad so many yearsThat you've become the landscape that is home,The mountain that we look to from afar.No matter where we go we're not alone,For you remain within to still our fearsAnd be the word that tells us who we are.
How can I touch you when you're far away?A poem is not as salient as a kiss.Poems but poorly presences convey,Perhaps because of all that words must miss.Yet write I must because you are not here,Father farther from my eyes than heart,A face more frequent than it might appear,Tempered by the tyrannies of art.How might I be with you in ways that areEqual to the passion of my yearning,Reaching for a grace beyond the bar'Ere there's any word of your returning.So may the time between us quickly pass,Days of longing that long cannot last,A time when but through words we may embrace,Yet know that soon we will be face to face.

You feel the fortune of your years,I hope. For all your children's loveThis day must bring you happy tearsAnd thoughts that joyful music prove.
I hope, for all your children's love,There is an island, be it small,And thoughts that joyful music proveBeyond what years you may recall.
There is an island, be it small,Amid the passions of the sea,Beyond what years you may recall,Where you in silent grace can be.
Amid the passions of the sea,This day must bring you happy tears.Where you in silent grace can be,You feel the fortune of your years.

Mother's Day Poems

A mother casts her dreams into the sea;We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy.
Because she must conclude her melodyAnd fall back to the sweet dark hush of One,A mother casts her dreams into the sea,
Hoping to cross that wild infinityAnd on some infant shore again to run,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy
Outside the fiery circle of memory,The howling surf, the incessant years undone …A mother casts her dreams into the sea
And then dissolves into a tapestry,Her rolling, helpless drift again begun,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy
Afloat once more upon eternity,Once more the alien fury, never done …Again, again, her dreams into the sea,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy!

Here are all your children in one place,Enshrined behind some glass within a frame.A picture's like a word, a sign, a name,Symbolic of a much more complex grace.Years of memories lie behind each face,A wild sea no blessing can contain;Years and years of love, of joy, of pain,Of mysteries no heart can hope to trace.Here are all the objects of your love,A frozen section cut away from Time,A summit between dreams and memories,Which you need only look this way to climb;An icon for domestic reveriesThrough which a thousand answered prayers move.

If I could give my mom the worldOr anything she wanted,I'd give her my own heart and soulAnd leave my own heart haunted.
I'd take upon myself her lifeWith all its strife and pain,And let her ease into some spaceWhere she could live again.
The pain for me would not be pain,At least not for a while;For I'd be doing it for her,And I would see her smile.
I wish that I could take her heartAnd cleanse it with my tears,And make her sorrow go away,And answer all her fears.
I wish, I wish, but then I can't,As I watch helplessly,And take her in my arms and sayI wish that it were me.
But loving is a hard, hard way,With all the pain it brings.And yet there is no other wayTo touch the heart of things.

You Are My Treasure

You are my treasure
The treasure that i tries to find for a long time
And now i finally find the treasure that i want
That is you , the one i love
You are the treasure that i been searching for so long
The more i cherish this treasure, i more i cherish you .
You are the treasure i will keep is forever..
You are very special to me my love ..
This treasure is worth for me to search...
This poem i made by myself,don't know why i know this poem ..when i start to sleep in my head this poem just appear..i didn't copy any one else poem but this is the poem i made for someone i cherish, which are my love ....The person that made this poem is me "Nha"....but well i don't know who is the person i love ,i don't love anyone but i just think this poem is good so i just write is now ..

A poem for you

I write a poem for you today, to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you

Feelings vs Reality

We speak with conviction. We speak through experience.

But what do we feel when we speak of the past?

A sigh of regret, a heave of relief or a shout of joy and thanksgiving?

Whatever we feel, it does not matter.

The work is complete. It is finished.

The victory is ours, in Him and through Him. Forever.

If I forget...

If I forget you,

help me remember you

in my memories.
And I can walk away,

if it helps you this way.


If I forget me,

let me live

in your memories.

And I can fade away,

while your world goes on this day.

What would I?

If I had one word, what would I say?

If I had one thought, what would I think?

If I had one dream, what would I dream?

And I have one life, what would I do?

The past, present and future

To the past, you make me who I am today.

To the present, goodbye.

To the future, here I come.

Friendship

Friendship:

The GARLIC is a friend of the CARROTS

the CARROTS are friends of the POTATO

the ONION is fickle and cannot decide where her loyalties lie and has hence formed a LOVELESS but PRACTICAL alliance with everyone except the BROCCOLI.

Do not ask about the BROCCOLI it will only MAKE YOU CRY.

Pluto

"Plutoed" was chosen 2006's Word of the Year by the American Dialect Society at its annual meeting.

To "pluto" is "to demote or devalue someone or something," much like what happened to the former planet last year when the General Assembly of the International Astronomical Union decided Pluto didn't meet its definition of a planet.

- Excerpt from Associated Press/Yahoo! News

Silence

I wish you would say something. But there were no words.

Now I hear your silence. Loud and clear.

What a deafening silence.