Plastered smiles

by No Motiv?   Jan 12, 2005


I see these ashes
That the children play in
While their daddy's in jail
And momma's drowning in gin

Under his innocent smile
That hides it all
Resides a crippled child
Ready to fall...

They grow up with absent parents
From the age of six...
It's crack lines they play with,
Not pick-up-sticks...

How many children -
Must our generation break?
As we hand out plastered smiles,
For our own benefit and sake...

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  • That poem was awesome. Very well delivered message hon keep up the good work Much Love JJ

  • 19 years ago

    by lisa marie

    this was a nice poem. i understood what your message was. it's sad but it's true.

  • 19 years ago

    by Tanya, Mom of one.

    I understand evey word......I straitened up when I got pregnant, because of the fear I had in me that I had unknowingly hurt my daughter before she was even born. Thanks for your comment....and yes, I love her very much, everyday.

  • 19 years ago

    by Ironic Allure

    There aren't really many flaws in this poem, so I'm not sure what to say. Hehe. Erm, a few of your lines could do with balancing to enable your poem to flow a little easier. But nothing major. Too impressed with your phrasing to care really. Again, Great poem. Well done Take care :)
    -Laura.

  • 19 years ago

    by Amilo

    Truthfully, I was pretty touched by this poem. On the average poem I'd have a whole paragraph of critiques, but I can't seem to find any worth writing down for your excellent poem. Keep it up, and thanks for your comments :)