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Randy Johnson My Son's Suicide - Poem by Randy Johnson Less than one year ago I lost my son. I had no idea that he had a gun. I heard a shot that came from his room. Now I feel nothing but despair and gloom. i didn't know that he was capable of doing himself harm. It hurt like Hell when my son died in my arms. When it came to his anger and pain, he always hid it. I cry every day and I still can't believe that he did it. As they buried him in the ground, it was both painful and grim. It was partly my fault because I didn't pay enough attention to him. I can no longer look in the mirror because I see the reflection of someone who I hate. Please don't neglect your children like I did or you may suffer the same horrible fate. (THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.) Comments about My Son's Suicide by Randy Johnson Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Randy Johnson's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Maidin álainn, an ghrian a thagann i gcónaí amach. I gcás go leor cúiseanna chaill mé mo bhealach. I ngach áit liom dul ann i gcónaí stares. A dhéanann sé cosúil nach bhfuil a lán atá i ndáiríre agus go fírinneach cúram. Ba mhaith liom ach duine éigin a roinnt. D'iarr duine éigin a chase ar shiúl an tromluí. Tá an ghrian clúdaithe ag an taobh clé de scamaill. Cloiseann aon duine fiú nuair a scream mé os ard. Leagann Mo cheol saor in aisce dom. An rud amháin go ndéanann dom, dom. D'athraigh mé an dath mo chuid gruaige. Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag mothú go fóill ar an stares olc. Shoots Mo pian síos mo lámh. Tugann dom pian agus is féidir dochar a. Níl mo chorp ag iarraidh bia. Dúirt mo inchinn a maith. Ní dóigh liom gur mhaith liom. Níl aon duine riamh a fheiceann. Tá mo dánta dorcha cosúil le mo mhothúcháin den saol. Déanaim iarracht a bheith ina dea-bhean chéile. Shíl mé go leor faoi bhás. Ach d'athraigh mé mo shláinte. Ní mór dom a bheith anseo a chosaint mo buachaillí. Ón bulaithe agus na bréagáin bhriste. Tá mé fós anseo mar gheall ar thug siad dom go léir an sólás. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe