I Hope
I hope your dreams take you to the corners of your smiles,
to the highest of your hopes,
to the windows of your opportunities,
and to the most special places your heart has ever known
This poem was submitted by Miki diki.
Baby’s First Day
Wonder of all wonderment!
Momentous moment when small form
First feels life in itself.
When new eyes open wide
On old, old world.
When tiny hands handle air;
Touch tenderness and love.
When ears first wake to sound
And silent lips find voice and food.
Soon newly wakened baby wearies.
World will keep.
Being born is quite enough
For one short day.
Baby hands rest;
Baby mouth yawns;
Baby eyes close in sleep.
This poem was submitted by Mary Dawson.
Day One
Your eyes creep open like
Two tiny cracks in a china cup.
Your Fat fingers grapple air
Casting a spell.
Gigantic forms murmur and coo
As you pass day one.
Lazily you kick
An imaginary balloon.
Satisfied, you close your eyes.
Silence surrounds your tiny frame
You sleep.
Day one is over.
This poem was submitted by Rebecca Patton.
Niece
Will you bring us happiness?
Or will you bring us pain?
Will the skies be baby blue or clouded up with rain?
These are questions we ask ourselves repeatedly
throughout the day
ever since we realized you were on you way.
Choose any day you wish from
the whole month of July,
when you decide your ready
we’ll all be standing by.
So you’ve chosen the month of August,
to us that is just as well,
take all the time you need,
we can’t wait to hear you yell.
Welcome to the world my fine young niece,
our fears and anticipation are gone.
I was convinced you’d bring us happiness,
I’m glad I wasn’t wrong.
This poem was submitted by Lee.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
This poem was submitted by Maya Angelou.
Your Name in Sky
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
By:
Jessica Blade
My Special Angel
She’s always watching over me,
I feel her presence near,
She’s always here to listen,
And guide me through my fears.
She’s a very special angel,
One God choose just for me,
She was once my Mom here on earth,
But that wasn’t long to be.
God called her home one night,
My fear and rage did see the,
If He were a loving God,
Why take my Mom from me.
But in time I saw the plan,
He unveiled for me to see,
He had taken my Mom away,
But He gave her back to me.
There was only one thing different,
About this wondrous thing,
She just traded her faded house-dress,
For a halo and snow white wings.
She is an angel
An Angel is what she is to me
That’s what she was truly meant to be
As her time on earth has past
Her memory will always last
She was put to the ultimate test
Now it’s time for her to rest
So as she goes
Heaven only knows
That she was more
Than you or me
Because an Angel is what
She was truly meant to be
Forget the times
Forget the times he walked by
Forget the times he made u cry
Forget the times he spoke your name
Remember now your not the same.
Forget the times he held your hand
Forget the sweet things if u can
Forget the times & Don’t pretend
Remember now he’s just ur friend
Friends are Like Angels
Friends are Like Angels
Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we’re surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter & fun.
Friends are like angels,
without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things.
This poem was submitted by Mark Anthony S. Brosola, Jr..