Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 29-May 18:27:13 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !
  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback
  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 32228 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fear [time] => 2004-01-20 17:47:15 [hometext] => I go to a school away from home and this is what I dealt with when I went home [bodytext] => I grew up wrong.
When I went home, all I heard was fighting,
Saw the pots and pans being thrown.

Uh-oh here come the knives,
Dad opens another beer,
Can’t you see my fear?

I’d stand in the kitchen, in the middle of them.
If I pick up the phone, I’m going to get beat.
What do I do?

Look, it’s the blood, gushing down my mom’s face.
I scream, calling out names. Lizzy…Jerry…help…

None of know what to do.
Jerry runs down the hill, to get Aunt Mary.
We go down there until everything’s normal again.

So scared, 3 days later, they’re at it again, same old thing.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 23 [informant] => hawaii06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
Fear

Contributed by hawaii06 on Tuesday, 20th January 2004 @ 05:47:15 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



I grew up wrong.
When I went home, all I heard was fighting,
Saw the pots and pans being thrown.

Uh-oh here come the knives,
Dad opens another beer,
Can’t you see my fear?

I’d stand in the kitchen, in the middle of them.
If I pick up the phone, I’m going to get beat.
What do I do?

Look, it’s the blood, gushing down my mom’s face.
I scream, calling out names. Lizzy…Jerry…help…

None of know what to do.
Jerry runs down the hill, to get Aunt Mary.
We go down there until everything’s normal again.

So scared, 3 days later, they’re at it again, same old thing.




Copyright © hawaii06 ... [ 2004-01-20 17:47:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:



Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Fear (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Saturday, 24th January 2004 @ 12:11:12 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Oh.... I sincerely hope for brighter days. I'll be praying for ya. And if you need someone to talk to, I'll be there, OK?

God bless,
Ellen


Re: Fear (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 11:44:04 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Ouch. I hated when this used to happen. I hope it ends soon in a good way.




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com