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Why did you have to stab me with thorns?
It was not my fault that I had been born

I was trying to be a child
And not meaning you harm
But you didn't have to stab me
And try breaking my arm

I looked up to you, all grown, you see
In need of a loving mentor for me
To help me navigate the swells of life
I didn't know how not to cause you strife

Couldn't you see that I loved you?
Couldn't you see that I needed you?

You left me alone to fend for myself
I'll just crawl back up on the shelf
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Shelved, by Sweet Honey Dove 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Jawahar Gupta 8 days ago
Death are in the hands of GOD,
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago

thank you!
dear Jawaharji :) :) :)
Salmabanu Hatim 8 days ago
Dont' mind the hurt Honey
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago
thank you for the warning :)
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago
i luv u salmabanu! :) :) :)
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago
dawn jones 8 days ago
I liked your poem it almost made me cry. and I felt a lot of passion and hurt in this poem. if you like to write rhyming poems you go ahead and write them. it don't matter if someone don't like the rhyming because there are others like myself, who do., I think this was very good and keep up the writing.
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago
thank you so much
for showing me your heart, Dawn! :)
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago
yes, i wrote it in the moment of deep hurt and pain so it was expressed as it all came out with no editing etc
Kathy Barry 8 days ago
Too rhythmic..
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