By Cameron Wotherspoon Poem’s By Cameron Wotherspoon

1. Death Be Not Proud John Donne The poem has an effect unlike any other I’ve ever read. It talks about life and how unfair it can be. It shows the pain of life and

1. Social issue poem| No Christmas for my | children No toys to ease the boredom Of hours before closed doors, No family celebrations, No trips to crowded stores, No fireplace, no Santa, No games aglow with friends, No fire but feeble fury As Christmas slowly ends. For me I have no pity, My sorrow stronger proves, Because for my sweet children I've nothing but my love. ~ Dimitri Shostakovich No Christmas for my children, No husband for my bed, No money for tomorrow, No place to lay my head, No tree with mounds of presents, No ornaments or lights, No smiles on Christmas morning, No feast on Christmas night, https://www.poemsforfree.com/nochri.html

2. Symbolism poem | Love’s Alchemy is | Eternal Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire, As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss. Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire, As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss! Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love, That reflects our real destiny, Love’s Alchemy is Eternal. Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure, Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion. I knoweth now our love shall always endure, As God unites our souls as one by divine action! two souls as one. This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above, As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun! By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever, And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever! ~Gary Bateman http://www.lovepoemsandpoets.com/poem/loves_alchemy_is_eternal_804578

3. Mourning poem | Visits I plan to be there to visit you and Grandpa on every important day,  my word I promise I will not betray. Flowers I will always bring with words of sentiment, I hope my actions and words of love are evident. Remember when our visits are over as I turn to leave, I will always return-what I promise you can always believe. ~ Jody Mark My first visit to your grave was on Christmas Eve, where I placed a Christmas tree for all to see. A sense of closure is what I was after,  so once again in my life I could enjoy some laughter. I remember, Grandma, you were always so sad that no one placed anything on Grandpa's grave, so a decorated tree to both of you is what I gave. http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/visits-to-a-grave

4. Story | The arrival Of your pain met the covered sky as rain, began to fall from sleep There you gave your final sigh Then for you, nature did weep With your back to the clouds, you started your walk and followed your lonely road As your foot hit the ground, you started to talk to the person that never showed I see you standing there waiting for your love In the breeze you look so fair like the sun so high above In your eyes, too strong to weep to see nothing's arrived In your heart your tears did seep from emotion that you've thrived

4. Story | Arrival. Cont. Every word you pressed to speak to you he did not reply Again of him your ears do seek no sound to hear, but a cry A cry that could you only hear, to you that is so near Can only be so far away, so far away as the sky http://www.netpoets.com/poems/stories/1337001.htm AA

5. Values poem | I thank you Wishing the truth were lies Expecting a laugh and you telling me that it was all a Joke! The truth hit me, then stabbed me, then killed me a thousand times.... I cried that night with the never ending Thought of the truth... I thought I knew my life, I thought I understood it all... But you opened my eyes and unwrapped The hurtful truth... You kept it real You told no lies I trusted your words And you said that it was okay to cry Hidden from an ocean of lies from the People closest to me... But you, you revealed them all You answered questions never asked And you showed no regret And with that I thank you!

5. Values poem | I thank you cont. And I thank you for being there, to hold my hand...through it all... And I can never thank you enough for opening the closet of skeletons... http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-truth-hurts

6. Relatable poem | When im old When I'm old and mankey, I'll never use a hanky. I'll wee on plants and soil my pants and sometimes get quite cranky. http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/when-i-m-old