Foster Poems - Poems about Foster

From my childhood to adulthood my Spirit always wrestled with navigating the Tumultuous torrent of others thoughts and opinions seeking to discover and Hear my own voice. I pen my journey, my spirit, my home. A masterpiece crafted in passion...Read the rest...

I gather my fragments like stars in the night, Each shard holds a memory, dimmed but still bright. Some pieces I cherish, some I let go— The weight of their presence is no longer in tow. With patience and...Read the rest...

Call me poetry I am a whispered dance of words that leap and twirl by chance Through meadows made of metaphor And forests never seen before I am the rhythm in your veins. Call me poetry The steady drumbeat of the rains The...Read the rest...

Do You Know Who I am? Looking in the mirror at my own reflection I see a face staring back at me asking. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I am a mosaic, of sorrow and grace, A seeker of...Read the rest...

As a man He wasn’t taught to Cry or show emotion So, he exchanged tears for ink in the pen to express what Was bottled up from within. A mask of steel, he wears with pride, As a man, he wasn't taught...Read the rest...

My Lord... My Lord, this day... You are sweet-smelling, like the first roses in spring, and still... the very cold of winter air that bites and delights remains. The sun rising in the east... a light to...Read the rest...

The Field's From Star Star's Lead! ...Read the rest...

A poet dreams, a tale to tell, With ink-stained fingers, heart aglow, He wanders paths where wild thoughts flow. In valleys deep where echoes dwell, A poet’s soul weaves tales to tell. Through bustling streets and the still...Read the rest...

my new foster mom stays one step ahead of me planting seeds of forgiveness; unlike my step mom who merely plowed up my heart ...Read the rest...

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By Poet's Page Poems More Next Poem1070 / 5323 Previous Poem Camp E-How-Kee. ? Autoplay Camp E-How-Kee as a child had it's dark side as well. Paul Butler is doing life for robbery i know. He was black and seemed like...Read the rest...

She never entered a ghetto. She perfected a high-pitched falsetto. At the Carnegie Hall she could both enthrall and appall as she shredded every libretto. She's up there with her heavenly peers, Where many angels must now plug their ears...Read the rest...

Fall in love with your new brothers and sisters said the Mom. So, they did their best, and it was not always easy. This was the family who took in foster kids. Not once or twice, but...Read the rest...

In 1897 Theodr HERZL created the Zionist Movement, but his great work helped create the State of Israel in 1948. Where is the State of Zion? Perhaps he meant the Israelist Movement rather than Zionist? Long...Read the rest...

Squalls in the head, the weather of observation. Dreadful matters that may erase edification. Thus, every prognosis is begotten in that way. To dwell on the bewildered during the day. The visible image appends our worms. Weathermen may warn of...Read the rest...

Foster the good night and now I kiss her lip's. The moon is high and full to both my eye's. After having lived my day's to dream inside her head. I cry upon her breast's. For only in their...Read the rest...