daddy's little girl

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by twisted, May 23, 2006.

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  1. twisted

    twisted Well-Known Member

    thyis is a song i wrote a while ago whist going through a period of not seeing my dad much because he wors away alot. he still works away alot, and i dont see him much, but im learning to deal with it.

    this looks more like a poem, but it has a tune in my head. just thought i'd share it and get your opinions.


    daddy's little girl
    paints the world with her magic wand
    daddy's little girl
    see's the world through her rose coloured glasses

    walking through the woods
    riding up high on dadd'y shoulders
    walking through the woods
    watching the squrils and pretty birds

    playing in the park
    kicking a ball across the grass
    playing in the park
    paddling in the shallow stream

    reading before bed
    falling asleep half way through
    reading before bed
    daddy tucks her up and says good night

    daddy's little girl
    paints the world with her magic wand
    daddy's little girl
    see's the world through her rose coloured glasses
    daddys little girl....
     
  2. ineedhelp

    ineedhelp New Member

    Hey twisted,

    I was good chatting with today, and sharing the commonalities. Here is a
    Poem I wrote and It is in Poet's Corner Titled: The Feelings of Despair..

    The feeling of Despair..
    i hurt
    i am in pain - agonizing pain
    pain that demands an end - a finish
    pain that deserves recognition
    pain that is so intense it sears my mind
    chars my heart
    you could help - you could touch that part of me
    but you don't no how
    or haven't the inclination
    i know not which
    i just know that i hurt
    and the pain is more than physical - more than the body feels
    i hurt - i am in pain
    agonizing pain
    i seek release here - there is none
    i look - just another quack with a "cure"
    i try to all the things "they" say i must...
    but to what end
    i hurt
    i am in pain - agonizing pain
    pain demands and end - a finish
    pain that deserves recognition
    where will i find the cure
    who will reach out to me with
    the touch that heals
    rather than place a bandage across the festering wound
    i hurt
    help me
    can't you - won't you
    someone
    help me


    Ineedhelp


     
  3. That's really pretty, oh "Twisted" one -

    I can definitely hear a tune - some soft, winsome plucky guitar melody like Paul McCartney's "Blackbird" (which is most unfortunately now stuck in my head - I have chronic SSIB - song-stuck-in-brain, but I digress)

    Your profile posts your age, but in the poem, you managed to capture the simplicity of a "little girl" - it's beautiful. I bet your da loves it if you show it to him. Maybe it will help his own 'distance' from you. You must miss each other. Poems are like engravings on the heart. Thanks for sharing - I enjoyed it.

    FAL1
     
  4. twisted

    twisted Well-Known Member

    im really happy you like it. i posted it somewhere else a while ago when i first wrote it, and someone told me it was perverted.

    thanks for replying.

    oh, and "ineedhelp" post that in a thread of your own so people can se it, tis really good!
     
  5. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    i dont see how this is a perverted poem...

    it think its sweet...

    BP
     
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