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 01-June 10:22:16 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] => 866 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Learn From Others Mistakes [time] => 2002-07-21 09:37:25 [hometext] => A tribute to someone who could have done better [bodytext] => Why did you pop into my head today?
I haven't thought of you in a while.
I shouldn't have been looking back
None of these thoughts make me smile.

Respect your elders and betters, hmmm
Thats what I was taught as a child
Funny, I have learned that it has to be earned
Not given freely to the violently wild.

Was your last thought of me as you died
Did you regret missing all those birthdays?
All the cards you never sent
How you let me down in countless ways.


* * * * * * * * * * *

Did you ever love me, I wonder, when I was a boy
Was your defenition of love wrapped up in your oversized fist
As it sped through the window towards me...
Did you shower me with love with splintered glass...
And did the impact of your feeling bowl me over...
I wonder if you were filled with pride that my earliest memory is of you
Christmas day, I am three and you trample my dreams in two...
I remember your enormous boot larger than my head
And the speed it crashed down on me and Santa's gift

And my broken hand.

Thank you, my father for helping to create me
And for not bringing me up.
I am what I am in spite of you not because of you
And I am glad to learn from your mistakes.
[comments] => 10 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 38 [informant] => outsider [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 33 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
Learn From Others Mistakes

Contributed by outsider on Sunday, 21st July 2002 @ 09:37:25 AM in AEST
Topic: Tributes



Why did you pop into my head today?
I haven't thought of you in a while.
I shouldn't have been looking back
None of these thoughts make me smile.

Respect your elders and betters, hmmm
Thats what I was taught as a child
Funny, I have learned that it has to be earned
Not given freely to the violently wild.

Was your last thought of me as you died
Did you regret missing all those birthdays?
All the cards you never sent
How you let me down in countless ways.


* * * * * * * * * * *

Did you ever love me, I wonder, when I was a boy
Was your defenition of love wrapped up in your oversized fist
As it sped through the window towards me...
Did you shower me with love with splintered glass...
And did the impact of your feeling bowl me over...
I wonder if you were filled with pride that my earliest memory is of you
Christmas day, I am three and you trample my dreams in two...
I remember your enormous boot larger than my head
And the speed it crashed down on me and Santa's gift

And my broken hand.

Thank you, my father for helping to create me
And for not bringing me up.
I am what I am in spite of you not because of you
And I am glad to learn from your mistakes.




Copyright © outsider ... [ 2002-07-21 09:37:25]
(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: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 21st July 2002 @ 01:44:36 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Sigh..... If this is not a fictitious piece, it is very sad and I share share your pain, but I admire your strength a thousand times over.
(((hugs)))
Jenni


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Lovingangel4u on Sunday, 21st July 2002 @ 03:28:06 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Tears as u read this to me, so very sad, but what a wonderful person you have become inspite of those horrific years..u are so loving, caring and sensitive. We are the product of our past and for that I can only say I love ur production. ILU Tight Hugsssssssssssss :))


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Monday, 22nd July 2002 @ 08:38:13 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This is a heartwrenching piece and yet written without rancour...I find it a very moving and courageous poem.
Chrissie x


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Rose on Monday, 22nd July 2002 @ 11:54:23 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I beleive this is real, and I can really feel this one. NOt a lovely way to grow up is it. I Feel for you, but at least you put your feelings into writing, the pain,anger sought from this, but done so well. I'm sorry for your father, but you have done well, for your own self worth mattered to live without his ways, and not live in self pity. Good , but very sad write.
Amber Rose :)


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Kalika on Tuesday, 23rd July 2002 @ 02:11:16 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
wow so much feeling, it makes me miss you even more.


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_hummingbird on Tuesday, 23rd July 2002 @ 05:55:39 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
You have lived a life of sadness but whats great is you have overcome it and made yourself a better person for it.sad but great write!!!


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Terry_Stephen_Driscoll on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 08:56:32 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Very stirring indeed John - Obvious in it's honesty and well executed - respect stuff like this lots.
Best regards
Terry


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Fwog on Wednesday, 23rd October 2002 @ 11:30:01 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
So sums up the reality of the street.
Congratulations survivor,
All credit to you.


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by Opium on Thursday, 7th November 2002 @ 08:39:00 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Well you sure did learn from your father's mistake


Re: Learn From Others Mistakes (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 8th November 2002 @ 11:11:02 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This must have been hard
to write in words for you
This is so sad it has me
in tears, My heart goes
out to you for. Great write
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.




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