Poems generated by our users

• Yasmin, best friend, 44th birthday, caring, kind, mounjaro, psychologist
• Liv, 16th birthday, daughter and sister, loves gaming, loves cats, loves hello kitty, stays up late
• Solomon my brother passed away 48 years old died from depression
• Akala ko ako na, Akala ko ako na ‘yung pipiliin mo.Dahil nakita ko sa bawat ngiti mo, sa tuwing kausap mo ako.Sa bawat tawa't halakhak mo, habang ang mga kwento ko'y tila baga balahibong kumikiliti riyan sa mga tenga mo.At sa bawat oras na iyong nilaan, upang ako'y iyong makasama't bigyang halaga.Akala ko ako na, Ako na ang siyang dinidikta ng puso mong sawi,Pero nagkamali ako, Dahil sa huli,Siya pa rin ang pinili mo at hindi ang isang tulad ko.Isang tulad ko na nasa tabi mo nung mga panahong wala siya.Ako na sumalo sa'yo mula sa iyong pagkakahulog.Ako na siyang nagtagpi sa puso mong nawasak.At Ako, Ako na siyang nagmahal sayo nang walang pasubali't walang pag-aalinlangan.Pero bakit siya? Bakit siya na nang-iwan sayo?Siya na kusang bumitaw sayoSiya na piniling unahin ang sarili niya habang ako,Nanlulumo, naguguluhan, at tanging sinasambit lamang ng puso't isipan ko,"Mahal kita, mahal na nga kita."Araw-araw kang pipiliin at hindi magsasawang intindihin ka."Ako ‘yung tahimik na nanalangin para sa ‘ting dalawa,Habang siya, abala sa pagbabalik mula sa wala.At ikaw,Pinili mo pa ring sumama sa kanya.Hindi mo ba nakita kung pa’no ko pinalitan ang sakit ng kahapon mo?Kung pa’no ko binigyan ng kulay ang mundo mong dating kukay itim at abo?Ako na siyang nagsilbing liwanag sa madilim mong daan,Pero bakit sa dilim, sa kawalan ka pa rin bumalik at nagtahan?Bakit hindi na lang ako? Bakit hindi ako ang tinuring mong tahanan?Hindi mo ba naramdaman kung pa’no kita minahal?Hindi mo ba narinig ang puso kong sumisigaw habang tahimik kang umaalis pabalik sa kanya?Ako, ako itong ngayon mo,Pero pinili mong balikan ang kahapon mo.At ang masakit doon —Masaya ka, nakikita kong masaya ka,Masaya kang marinig na mahal ka pa rin niya.Gayunpaman, masakit man para sakin,Kailangan ko itong tanggapin.Dahil una palang, batid ko na, ramdam ko na,Na hindi ako ang magwawagi sa laban naming dalawa.Kaya ngayon, ako na lang ang magpapasya,Pipiliing bitawan ka,Pipiliing kalimutan ka,Pipiliing mahalin ang sarili ko—Dahil kung ako, ang siyang hindi mo pinili,Ako ngayon ang magpapalaya sa’yo.
• Family man, 49 Ford, big heart, apple pie, passed away, forever remembered
• Michelle the girl with the most beautiful eyes that when you look into them they say a thousand words. Her beauty is covered on canvases. Her warm hugs melt whoever she has in her grasp. The sun rises to witness her beautiful smile. She is so irresistible not just with her looks but also by her personality and her adorable laugh. To be able just to spend time with her is a priceless treasure.
• Who is Michelle. A beauty like her comes only in dreams. She is a girl with beautiful eyes that say a thousand words. She is cute, funny, enchanting personality and has the soul of an adventurer. Unsure of herself but she is loved more than words can describe. The sun rises just to see her beautiful smile.
• How do you describe Michelle and what she means to me. Michelle is gorgeous, sassy, has the soul of an adventurer and has an enchanting personality. When I look into her eyes and see her beautiful smile my heart beats and my world becomes brighter and more alive. To hug her warms my soul. When I'm with her she never fails to make me smile. She is more than you could have ever asked for in this world. I thank those responsible for her birth.
• Tr , amazing dad to 2 daughter, handsome , hilarious, considerate, fun adventures, succulent
• Tr, love, boyfriend, adventures, great father of 2 successful girls, succulent
• To a granddad who died from a grandchild - In the quiet dawn, where memories rise,Pop-pop, your shadow lingers, wise,A haven you offered, amidst life's storm,A place to rest, secure and warm.By rivers edge, where silence speaks,You taught me fishing's gentle peaks;The tug of line, the patience learned,In every catch, a lesson earned.On roads that stretched to skies so wide,Our trips were journeys side by side,With every mile and every game,You sparked my heart with joy and flame.A firm hand kept my mischief in check,Yet kindness wrapped around my neck;Your stories carved life’s jagged way,Guided me in work and play.On sunlit fields, where baseball sang,Or birthday songs with youthful twang,Your laughter was the guiding star,A beacon near, though now so far.In grass we cut and tools we used,In every task, my mind imbued;Now in your absence, lessons bloom,Pop-pop, your spirit fills the room.Forever cherished, memories dear,Though you’ve gone, you are so near,In quiet moments, whispers of you,In all I am, and all I do. |
• Pop-pop I will miss you, you gave me a place to stay when I needed it most, teached me how to fish, took me on trips, visits were you the best, you wouldn't stand for my mischief, you passed down so many life lessons, took me to baseball games, and celebrated birthdays. I always wanted to know where you were, you taught me how to cut grass and use the equipment
• Ashok who is 54 years old, is kind, compassionate, loving son and father and husband. Loves to hear old Bollywood songs and is 6'3'' tall. Was an ace prohrammer and great people manager.
• After 20 amazing years together Heather and Arlyce have sold their business in Moose Jaw, Quilters Haven. Last store day is June 28. June 30 is inventory day. Unrolling fabrics, batting and fusible, measuring and reflrolling, counting patterns, buttons, books spools of thread, ribbon, DMC floss in a rainbow of colours, staff helping customers design tops, picking colours of fabric, a heartfelt goodbye to the amazing customers, so many memories, love and support, a community of quilters, the right decision for Heather and Arlyce, road trips in the future, so many quick trips the Eaton’s for lunch, the sound of scissors and rotary cutters slicing the cottons, Heather’s free motion, Arlyce’s precise piecing, Adrienne’s help with plans, Cathy makes another mistake at the till, Lesli rolls the remnants, and Connie balance the books.
• Write a funny poem for my brother Josh. He is the stake president but my brother first. He is goofy, and provides for his family. He’s getting gray hair. He plays basketball. He has a big nose and a big heart. He is the boss at work and tells people what to do. His driving is crazy and he’s always late
• A hilarious Father’s Day poem for my brother Jared. He would give the shirt off his back. He is skilled with his hands and the work he does is just perfect. He takes me to Jazz games, and makes me laugh. He takes no crap from people. He has a quick wit, and is good at everything. A priesthood leader who loves and serves others. He loves to travel and is creative.
• A funny hilarious poem for Brother Hudak. He is fun, and spiritual. He has silver hair. He’s my friend, and he is a wonderful priesthood leader. He conducts sacrament the very best. He is fun to play pickleball with, and he is relatable. He is a good example
• Adult only wedding party with no children
• Adult only wedding party with no children
• Funny Happy Fathers Day to Jerry, my Dad. He has always worked hard. He lives to golf, but can’t right now bc his back is jacked. He wears his life out in service to others. He is one who can make me laugh so hard. He is fun to play games with. He taught me how to camp and love the outdoors. He is a quiet guiding light who loves his family so much. He loves Mom so patiently. He has the patience of Job. We look alike. His grass is always perfectly mowed.
• A funny father’s day poem to the best Dad in the whole world! He serves others, teaches me how to do things by example, makes me laugh so hard, shows me what a truly great guy is, he has the patience of Job, works hard, and loves to golf. He is quiet, and peaceful, taught me to love the outdoors, and I look just like him.
• Write a funny Happy Fathers Day poem to my brother in law. He is spiritual, works hard in the heat, his driving is aggressive, and puts a roof over my head. He loves BYU and God.
• Can you help me write a rhyming Fathers Day poem to my brother-in-law, who works hard, is spiritual and close to God, is someone I look up to and have learned things from, and puts a roof over my head.
• Its. Fathers day today but a year since dad passed writr a poem