Let's improve your English by 'wicked' poems!

IMAGE OF MOM
4 YEARS OF AGE
My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE
My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE
My mom doesn't understand me.
15 YEARS OF AGE
My mom doesn't let me do anything.
18 YEARS OF AGE
I'm an adult. My mom can't control me anymore.
25 YEARS OF AGE
I should have listened to mom.
35 YEARS OF AGE
Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
50 YEARS OF AGE
I Wonder what Mom would have thought about it.
65 YEARS OF AGE
I Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
Appreciate your mom before it's too late!
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Not a poem, but wicked!
You don't know what you've got 'til you lost it.
Được Shtp sửa chữa / chuyển vào 22:45 ngày 05/05/2003

I don't know......... Now my parents are so far away. Distance seems to make us hard to stay connected
My parents give me a lot of advice, but I only trust myself for making decisions.
Anyway, thanks for the wicked advice, Shtp

I used to decide everything by myself when I lived with my mom, and I still keep it now but I always wanna ask 4 her opinions b4 go 2 get it. Mom's all 4 me. I wish she's with me, right here, right now , 4ever.
I want to be in another place.
I hate when you say you don't understand.
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy.
A place for my head.

Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have.
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you are alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date,
or how many poeple you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed. It's not about ***.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have,
or what kind of car you drive, or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are, or what clothes you wear,
what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown.
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are,
how smart everybody else thinks you are,
or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper
and seeing you will "accept the written you."

But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison
other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life's all about.

Được Shtp sửa chữa / chuyển vào 22:48 ngày 07/05/2003

Memories
It's been a long time since I smiled.
All my life I've been waiting,
I don't know why I persist doing this
When I can move on and keep going.
But I won't deplore all those days
When I think of you every night.
Even shedding those bloody tears,
And all I need is a hug sop tight.
I tried to stay away from you
Even trying to hate you.
I know I'm being hard on myself
Yet it's the right thing to do.
I started to admire other guys,
And see the rest of the world.
But I cannot live a life full of ties,
For I thought it's you even when I grow old.
And suddenly I grew tired.
So helpless that I cried.
I don't want anymore pain
Oh God, I think I'm going insane !
And finally I realized something -
Life isn't only crying.
To move on, I have to let go.
These feelings of mine for you to grow.
"It's not the end of the world, my dear,"
Mom said to me.
"So get up and dry those tears,
There are so many things around you that
you must see."
Now everything seems fine.
I learned to accept facts and wait for the right time.
Little by little I'm letting go,
And it makes me more happy to do so.
To end this poem, I want you to know,
You've been so special to me that it's hard to let you go.....
I know forever in my heart you'll always be here.
but only to remain as a cherished memory. ​

As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER

Those lines above are for you, H. Yes, I used to be hard on myself, trying to push you out of my mind. Yet, the more I pushed, the harder I forgot you. Then I realized it's impossible to wash you away, out of my heart. I came to accept you are part of my life, part of what made me who I am today. And I cherished all the memories we'd got.
You are my best memory, and I thank you for showing me what love is, and teaching me how to keep that love.
I grow up thanks to your help.

On Father's Day
We've done many things together
that have brought out
your best qualities
and have reminded me why
I fell in love with you so long ago.
Raising our children is one of these.
Next to you, they are the
most precious people in my life,
and their happiness means
everything to me.
I don't think we could have ever
imagined what was in store for us
when we set ourselves up for
the adventure of being parents.
Making the decision
hasn't always come naturally,
and some situations have caused us
unnecessary guilt and worry.
As difficult as it's been some times,
I know I couldn't do it without your help.
You've guided our children with love
and firmness,
humor and gentleness.
You've helped me to have confidence
when I worried that we weren't
doing things right,
and you've comforted me when things
didn't turn out as we hoped.
You're the type of person
our children can love and respect,
and they do.
So do I.
Thanks for making parenthood
easier and more fun
by sharing it with me.
I love you.
Happy Father's Day, My Love

I want to be in another place.
I hate when you say you don't understand.

DADS
Delightful and loving,
Loved and admired,
Dad, you're my hero,
My life you've inspired.
And when all my blessings
Are counted each day,
I thank God in heaven
For Dad when I pray.
Dad thanks for your presence
Throughout thick and thin;
You're more than a parent,
You're my wonderful friend.
By Ken Brown
'I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.'
I want to be in another place.
I hate when you say you don't understand.

Thanks shtp for posting these! I've just forwarded the poems to my Daddy.
"Nguyện anh CXR bỏ cái motto đi"

ROSE
Amanda McBroom
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes a rose.
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together
As our lives change, come whatever
We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER