Writingpoetry

[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

dotsdots
nav
  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav



    nav
  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav



    << | >>
    poetry


    dots Submission Name: Grannydots
    --------------------------------------------------------





    Author: Jerilynn
    ASL Info:    59, woman, U.S.A.
    Elite Ratio:    3.53 - 68/66/20
    Words: 179
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 966
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 1126



    Description:
       There was an old woman who lived down the street who had two sons and grandchildren that never came to see her. It broke my heart when she died one day all alone.


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsGrannydots
    -------------------------------------------




    Granny sat in her rocking chair
    Talkin’ into empty air.
    Tellin’ of her bygone days
    Through a nostalgic haze.
    There was no one there to hear
    Of her ninety seven years.
    How things were done in days gone by
    When she was young and quick and spry,
    Of courting with a special beau
    And how she married grandpa Joe.
    She told of when the times were rough
    With food so scarce it was mighty tough.
    No one was there to hear of how
    She had raised eight kids, and now
    Her life was coming to it’s end,
    She sensed she’d turned that final bend.
    Granny sighed and stopped her speaking.
    Her rocking chair no longer creaking.
    She’d closed her eyes and passed away
    Still alone on her final day.
    None to pass her knowledge down
    It went with her into the ground
    Is there a granny in your life?
    Somebodies daughter, mother, wife?
    Does she share her wisdom with emptiness
    And sit alone till she’s laid to rest?







    Submitted on 2008-02-11 12:04:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!




    ||| Comments |||
      whooo man. I'm just a college guy, but this thing is so emotionally charged I could barely read it. I like how it rhymed all the way through, it kept me reading wehn normally I'd be all sighing and trying to keep tears outta my eyes.
    Awesome.
    | Posted on 2008-02-14 00:00:00 | by MC white | [ Reply to This ]
      Jerilynn, this is absolutely beautiful and heartwrenching. I have a soft spot and the greatest reverence and respect for our elders and grandparents, and can't stand the thought of them being mistreated.

    You have written this beautiful poem with reverence and love, and it comes through beautifully in the mood and tone of the poem.

    Well done, lovely lady!

    Ps; one of my poems is on a subject that is closte to this; it is titled "The Rocking Chair". I'd like for your to drop by and check it out sometime.
    | Posted on 2008-02-11 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]


    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?



    157390

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


    Google
     


    poetry

    dotsLogindots

    User Name:

    Password:

    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]


    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems
    Posted

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]



    FontSize:
    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]
     Poetry