Poetry
Custom Poems
Life is a meadow where each thought, feeling, moment, and memory blooms into something real and raw. Whether it’s as vibrant as a wildflower or as sharp as a thorn, your truth will be gently sown into each verse of your custom poem.
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When the moon is hiding behind the clouds,
that’s when silence screams so loud.
It takes me back to relive that night,
the sorrow, the pain, the useless “It will be alrights.”
But nothing was okay,
’cause death stole you from me that day.
Half your dad and half of me,
you didn’t even get to be.
I curled up on the bathroom floor,
and wrapped my arms around my core.
I cried until my eyes ran dry,
and begged and pleaded, “Oh God, why!”
The tile was cold against my skin,
but I was numb from the pain within.
I’ll never understand,
why you didn’t have a chance.
They say it happened for a reason,
or maybe it was not our season.
But that’s not right,
because it was your life.
You weren’t a seed that didn’t grow.
You’re a child, a sibling, a soul we long to know.
I know God has His very own plans,
and though you rest with peace in His hands,
I can’t heal my fragile heart.
Maternal bond shattered right from the start.
A tease, a taunt, a cruel part of life.
Taken before you could even fight.
Little hands I’ll never hold.
All your warmth nothing but cold.
The sweetest laughter I’ll never hear.
My beautiful babe just disappeared.
No tummy to tickle or booboos to kiss.
No cries to soothe or toys to fix.
No little feet running about.
Only my aching arms reaching out.
But in the pain, there is a refuge.
God offers solace I can’t refuse.
He opens His arms and invites me in,
the greatest comfort there’s ever been.
I know the stolen time is only on Earth,
but sometimes I just can’t stop the hurt.
10:08, the minute you are born. I’m exhausted and my body’s worn.
Immediate bond and skin-to-skin. Feeling you no longer within.
Bittersweet, holding you so close to me.
Nine long months we’ve waited for this, to love on you, little sis.
But the nurses like to intervene. “Track her diapers and her feeds.”
Watch the clock, time passes by. Now it’s late, 3:05.
Your daddy sleeps across the room, and I can’t stop watching you.
But tick tock, gotta keep an eye on the clock.
Now you’re one week old and it’s 2 a.m. Soft white noise and lights on dim.
I haven’t slept since who knows when, just track the hours til you eat again.
But I’ve watched the clock for too long, I don’t know where the time has gone.
You’re three weeks now and it’s late at night. I’m so tired, but I’ll be alright.
These days will soon be in the past, ’cause hands go ’round the clock too fast.
“The blink of an eye” will come too soon, and just like your sister, you’ll already be two.
So I’ll keep my eyes off the clock, pay no mind to the tick or the tock.
I’ll watch you and your sister grow, and pray for these moments to go slow.
I’ll capture each memory before it goes away, ’cause tomorrow quickly becomes yesterday.
“Where Daddy go?” she asks when she wakes.
“He’s at work,” I have to say.
She talks about you all day long,
says she wants daddy’s hugs.
It’s hard when we miss you, but her face lights up when she hears your truck.
“Daddy’s home!” She runs to the door.
She’s in your arms, and you’re hers once more.
I watch you with her, how you love and how you play,
how you teach and show her the way.
Your calloused hands so gentle in touch,
that caring embrace she loves so much.
Our baby girl grows right before our eyes,
yet you still make that sacrifice,
to provide and protect, to always be your very best.
All too soon the evening ends,
off to bed to do it again.
“Night, night, Daddy.” Her little arms hold you tight.
Don’t let go until she does, cherish each kiss she gives tonight.
Tomorrow she’ll be taller, but her hugs might be shorter.
The earth is dead,
marbled with ice and the cold gray sky.
The warm colors of life stolen in the wind,
brittle winter branches, and fallen needles from the pines.
It’s just a season, but it was my life.
Trapped in the hard, dark depths of frost,
as each bitter breath chipped at my core.
A heart frozen for years and hopelessly lost.
But now the sun spears through the clouds,
and bright flowers bloom on the windowsill.
Fresh life overlooks the cold ruins beyond,
a promise of peace as God says, “Be still.”
You play, you learn, you grow,
into the best little human that I know.
The sweetest, kindest, perfect soul,
you don’t even know you make me whole.
I embrace the memories of each day,
but time is quickly stealing you away.
Your tiny arms around my neck,
your sloppy kisses, little pecks,
and all the purest I love you’s,
will eventually be all too few.
Much too soon, will come the lasts,
and the present will be left in the past.
Time is selfish and never slows,
but I cherish each moment as you grow.
There’s a great big world for you to explore,
I pray you find happiness and so much more.
I’ll miss your hand when you’re feeling brave,
and I’m always your home when you’re afraid.
But oh sweet baby, please take your time.
I’m holding you tightly while you’re still mine.
Sticky juice,
and crumbs on the floor.
Green chalk,
and scribbles on the door.
Messy hair,
and dirty clothes.
The cutest laugh when I tickle your toes.
Orange fingers,
and stains on the couch.
The pitter patter when you run through the house.
Broken toys,
and missing parts.
Little toots,
and stinky farts.
Goldfish in the toaster,
and people in the sink.
Perfect reminders,
of my favorite little human being.
God blessed the world with a baby girl,
a mighty soul with no control,
as darkness fights her brightest light.
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
But God’s not done, He gave a son,
a baby boy full of love and joy,
another light the darkness spites.
But no chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
“My body, my choice”—No, you are that child’s voice.
No one will ever know into whom that child would grow,
because God now holds the life you stole.
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
A child, a father, a mother, a healer, a giver, a lover,
oh, the possibilities never to be seen,
due to selfish wants and unjust “needs.”
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
God’s greatest gift returned unlived,
without a care or a single prayer.
Because darkness blinds the heart of humankind,
there’s no chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
His body will soon rest,
his heart and soul put to the test.
Struggles weigh his spirits down,
but still he prays without a doubt.
Not for himself or worldly things,
but to praise the King of kings.
He knows the end will surely come,
but what’s to fear when God calls him home?
Strong and sturdy in his faith,
he says, “I’ll be in a better place.”
He beams with love of the one true Light,
ready for Heaven and everlasting life.
I lost track of the winters gone by.
Your lively voice now faint in my mind,
replaced by the sorrow of silent cries.
My desperate hands reach for you,
but deeper in darkness you fall into.
Tempted by the world, unable to come through,
cravings stronger than love for life,
overpower your will to fight.
I know within is a spark of light,
casting rays to guide you home,
but beyond the shadows you hopelessly roam.
Through all this, you’re not alone.
My arms are open, full of love and peace,
waiting for you to come back to me.
All this time, I still believe.
Break free of all that’s holding you back,
follow the light through the cracks,
try to escape the cold depths of black.
Look at the sky when the clouds disperse,
feel God’s love and know your worth,
let Him in to heal the hurt.
I beg, I plead, I pray to God,
that someday you will beat the odds,
forever found in freedom, no longer lost.
I thought of you today, but that’s nothing new.
There was something in the sunrise, that reminded me of you.
You would’ve loved the canvas, of gold, pink, and blue,
the way it hugged the trees, with rays beaming through,
and the way the sun glistened, off the early morning dew.
I knew it was a picture, you painted just for me,
by the way the clouds sailed, in perfect harmony.
I felt your warm embrace, in the cool of the breeze.
And through the song of the birds, you told me you were free.
It wasn’t until then, that I truly did believe.
From the moment you left, I dreaded each day’s start.
But today was different, when I woke up to your art,
a reminder that you’re here, even when you aren’t.
I tried to engrave your promise, deep inside my heart,
so I’ll never forget the truth, that God wrapped you in His arms.
He said to me, “It’s just a dream,
this life you lead, the prayers you plead.”
Said, “I have other plans for you.
You ask for one, I’ll give you two.”
But the next day, when I went to pray,
I heard Him say, “This may not be your way.”
I was so confused why He refused, so I asked His excuse.
He said, “You ask for one, I’ll give you two.”
“What does it mean? I beg of You.”
He told me then, “Ask for none, I’ll give you one.”
I cried up at the sun, “But I don’t want that to be done!”
Through the wind I felt His hand. “Don’t forget, I have a plan.
Some things I will, some things I won’t.
And even though I may say no, all of it’s to help you grow.”
Then that night, I saw His light, and I knew it was all alright.
Because even though I asked for one, He gave me two.
And when I asked for none, He gave me one.
So if you want to know how this goes,
how to understand the “yes” and “no’s”,
get on your knees, pray your pleas,
read God’s word, and you will see
all the answers that you need.
Soft like velvet, delicate and rare,
God picked a flower I didn’t want to share.
Basking in the warm sunlight,
God picked a flower full of love and life.
As gentle as a feather on an angel’s wing,
God picked a flower that uplifted me.
Resilient, brave, and strong,
God picked a flower that withstood the storm.
God picked a flower right out of my garden,
left a hole in my heart that sorrow hardened.
God picked a flower before I let go,
roots in my hand that no longer grow.
God picked a flower before it withered away,
gave it new life and a home to stay.
God picked a flower that wasn’t me,
left me here wondering,
why God picked a flower I needed too,
why God picked a flower that had to be you.
Plucked from Earth like the flower you are,
so delicate and rare, your gentle heart.
Heaven knows you’re too good for this world,
so you’re called to the Kingdom, the most precious of the pearls.
God wanted you back, even though I wasn’t done.
Our time was only beginning, all the years just felt like one.
My desperate arms are reaching out.
I’m wishing I could hold you now.
But no matter how hard I beg or plead,
God won’t bring you home to me.
This broken heart still beats for you,
always and forever, til life is through.
I know I’ll see you again someday,
but now the years are in my way.
How cruel life is to steal what it gives,
and taunt me with unfulfilled promises.
Each day that finally passes brings me closer to you,
closer to Heaven and the One I pray to.
He answers and shows me the reasons I live,
for glory in Him and His blessed gifts.
Oh sweet baby, the night closes in,
and the time has come to rest again.
Let go of the day and release your fears.
Be in peace with your mommy here.
Close your eyes and sleep in faith,
I’m by your side to keep you safe.
Like a dreamcatcher keeps the bad away,
I’ll armor and protect you as I pray.
I’ll shower you in all good things,
and comfort you from what night may bring.
When the new day comes, I’ll have to surrender,
so you can learn and grow and venture.
But right now I’ll focus on tonight.
Time can’t steal you when I’m holding you tight.
I’ll cherish your perfection while I can.
Your soft curls and tiny hands,
blue almond eyes and unscarred skin.
But nothing compares to your beauty within.
Like a dreamcatcher, you’re woven with love,
as gentle as the feathers, and all I’ve dreamed of.
Your beautiful heart crafted by a caring touch.
Oh how I thank God so very much.
His powerful hands made a masterpiece,
and delivered your soul straight to me.
Did you think about tomorrow, or the days that haven’t come?
Did you dream about the future, or all the things you could have done?
Did you know how much we’d miss you, or how hard this day would be?
Were you so afraid of tomorrow, that you couldn’t even try?
Were you ready to let the good things go, to escape the pain that made you cry?
Were you scared when you did it, or did you have a sense of peace?
Would you change it if you could, give us just a little more time?
Would you tell me you were hurting, or give me some sort of sign?
Would you open up and let me in, or even listen as I pleaded?
Can you tell me that you’re happy now, that the shattered hearts are worth it?
Can you tell me that the pain is gone, that you are where freedom is?
Can you tell me that you crave tomorrow, that you found the life you needed?
The storm isn’t over,
it’s just waiting for a new day.
It’ll come back to shower me,
in its bitter cold embrace.
The thunder will crack,
and the lightning will rage around me.
The wind will howl and burn my skin,
as it rips apart the fragile life that’s in its way.
Darkness would consume my soul,
if I didn’t have Him.
With God warming my heart,
I’ll dance in the rain,
to the tune of the thunder,
under the flares of the lightning.
The wind will strengthen my stance,
and carry me where I need to go.
With Him, the darkness is controlled,
and the storm is a ladder,
leading me closer to Home.
They were once thriving,
nurtured by the warmth of the sun and water from the clouds.
A strong, healthy greenery turned weak and brittle, replaced by red, orange, yellow, and brown.
The wind ripped them away as gravity pulled them down.
Disintegrated into dust, who will remember the leaves before the frost?
When they breathed life into the air,
and fed the earth as they fell there.
|When they warned of change and exposed the trees, giving in to the breeze.
What happens when the last one falls?
Will nature remember the life she birthed,
each leaf, each petal on the earth?
Or will she forget when winter comes?
Her cycle of seasons, with a purpose for death, to bring about a new fresh breath.
To change the past and start again.
But who will remember that life back then?
How do new buds grow and already know what to do?
Is it in their core, or do they remember their life before?
It was just ink.
A permanent marking on my skin.
A choice that I would soon rethink.
Just a crown, a layer of sin.
A black reminder I can’t erase.
A blessing waiting to be seen.
Just a glimpse of saving grace.
A sign that I am not a queen.
A taste of truth from Holy water.
Just God’s words at my core.
A promise that “I am God’s daughter.”
A simple verse: Psalm 91:4.
Just a crown, hidden by a feather.
A black reminder “He shall cover thee.”
A grasp for hope in stormy weather.
Just a life saved by He.
My baby Willow,
A soft glow bounces off the walls in the still, quiet night.
With the threat of evil just outside the door,
you lie next to me so safe and warm.
My delicate babe, all curled up and cozy,
your skin so soft and little cheeks rosy,
I watch you as I pray to the Light:
“God, please watch her when my eyes are closed,
as I know some things are out of my control.
I know you’ll protect her mind, body, and soul.
God, please give me her troubles so she can stay pure,
and love her deep and to the core,
for she is your child, innocent and clothed.
God, please help her when she prays.
Guide her with your powerful word.
and let her know that she is heard.
God, please carry her when she’s too big for my arms.
Keep her strong against the devil’s charms,
and forever bless her with your grace.
God, please bless her gentle heart.
Keep her brave and unwavering,
as she ventures out underneath your wings.
God, please hold her close to you.
Keep her from darkness and in your truth,
and touch her thoughts when life gets hard.
I’ll cry for my little love these prayers to you again.
You blessed me with this beautiful miracle,
so in her sight please always be visible.
I pray for today, tomorrow, and the future.
God, please love her, protect her, and guide her,
for in this life, she’ll need your hand. Amen.”
My precious child sleeping so tight,
my life began, too, with your first heartbeat.
I never knew I could feel so complete.
Please know that you are cherished and loved.
For you I’ll always pray to our great God above,
that your life, forever, be full and bright.
– Love, Mama♥
Tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine.
Just take it slow, we have plenty of time.
We can’t hold them in forever.
Let’s sit down and share together.
We could whisper, write, or shout.
No matter how, as long as they’re out.
Are you ready, set, go.
Tell me everything there is to know.
I want to know more than a few,
of the things that make you, you.
I promise not to tell a soul.
That’s not part of my role.
I just want to know who you are.
The distance between us feels so far.
Let’s close this gap,
and maybe perhaps,
the only secrets there will be,
are the ones between you and me.
I know it’s hard.
We’ve been through so many cards.
Work, friends, family, life.
There have been love, laughter, and heavy fights.
Together we’ve won, and together we’ve lost,
Bridges we’ve burned and bridges we’ve crossed.
It takes a toll, and it takes some trust.
Respect, patience, and words,
emotional intimacy and physical touch.
Without all that, our vision blurs.
There are times when I’m weak,
when I need your strength and your love.
That old darkness will always haunt me.
It will steal my joy and all I’ve dreamed of.
I hope you never truly know this lack of light,
and I’m sorry for bringing it into your life.
There’s no way it can be what it seems.
You’re lying to me, it’s just a dream.
It can’t be true, there’s no way.
Please take me back to yesterday.
I wanna do it over, and do it right.
Take away the pain, so I can sleep at night.
Save me from this misery so I can breathe again.
I don’t understand why their life had to end.
Why would you lie about something like this?
Did you not think they’d truly be missed?
I wanna wake up now, this dream is getting worse.
It’s becoming more real with each verse.
Now I wish you were lying,
so I could be denying.
Please lie to me, tell me it’s not true,
even though it’s all over the news.
Someone change the channel.
This isn’t something I can handle.
I don’t wanna see it.
I still can’t believe it.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do,
Without them here, helping me through.
There’s no way I can cope.
I wish this wasn’t real, but I’m losing hope.
Someone lie to me please.
I’m begging you, put my heart at ease.
Sometimes that memory creeps up and traps me.
Half the time, I don’t know how to respond, I just freeze.
My heart drops like it did then, and I catch myself gasping for air.
You’ll never understand. I’ll always be haunted by that part of you.
Sometimes I feel like I’m strong enough to overcome it again,
but how many times can I keep reliving it before it finally breaks me down.
It’s not my choice, I don’t let it in, it finds its own way.
But the truth is, I’m just weak.
I’m too weak to forgive, and I’m too weak to let you go.
Part of me died that day, and every time the memory creeps back, it takes another piece.
It’s slowly killing me, and the pain is torturous.
I have to look in your eyes to find my strength,
but then I feel like I don’t know who you are,
because the person who did this to me is in there somewhere.
You have no idea how hard I have to fight this battle.
If I thought I knew what pain was, I was wrong.
You showed me how awful it can be.
I never thought I was going to Hell, but it turns out, I’m already there.
I live it every day when I face those demons,
and knowing that, I’m not afraid to die.
Fire
You played a game and you won,
but you don’t see the damage you’ve done.
The fire is already burning.
Way too many are hurting,
but you don’t care anyhow.
It’s spreading too fast to stop it now.
You’ve poured too much gas on the heart,
and in the grip of your hands, you tore it apart.
You let the pieces fall too fast to catch,
and lit them on fire with the strike of a match.
Now, the fire is running low,
as we near the end of your show.
All you’ll see are ashes,
while the foundation of love crashes.
You’re so far away but I feel you so close to me.
I just don’t understand why you had to leave.
It wasn’t good for either of us.
The ring you gave me is starting to rust.
It’s sitting all alone on that concrete stone.
It’s been over a year since you’ve been here.
I’m always waiting for you to come back,
but I know I’ll never have that.
You once told me it’s okay to dream,
but not anymore, not for me.
Cause when I wake, I just want to scream.
It’s another day in reality.
I just want to end the pain,
of not having you here each day.
The life inside me has been drained.
I don’t feel a thing besides gray.
To have you back would save my heart.
Only you can fix the pieces that fell apart.
I miss everything about you.
No one could compare, even if they tried to.
Your touch, your scent, your smile,
all the things I long to while.
No matter how far, part of me is who you are.
No matter how many times I try to run,
the hurt inside always weighs a ton.
I’ve tried moving on, but I can’t leave you behind.
I feel so guilty when you leave my mind.
Even for a second, I don’t want to forget.
I’m not ready to live without you, not now, not yet.
You told me to be strong before you sang me your last song.
I’m trying to do your last request,
but all I can do is try my best.
My faith was weak, so was my mind.
My heart was naive and in love with the wrong.
I thought I could see, but I was blind.
The weight of the world smothered me,
and somewhere along the way I lost myself.
I didn’t know I needed help.
The Devil had a hold of me all along,
but God reached out and broke me free.
Now my faith is strong and so is my mind.
My heart is wise and in love with the right.
I know I can see because He opened my eyes.
The weight of the world is at my feet,
no longer smothering me.
Somewhere along the way I found myself.
I prayed and I got help.
The Devil can’t get a hold of me,
because God reached out and we’re flying free.
