As many of you know I from time to time donate poetry to various charity collections. With all the things that happen in this crazy world of ours I find it is one way that I can help. I dont have a lot of money I can donate to charities, I am not famous or able to travel to the places that people need help but I can send a poem or three to collections. Like all people who write poetry they come from a deep place inside that was touched by something. Be it good or bad. So here you go. Just a few poems.


From the Angel’s Cried charity anthology

Beloved little ones

Sweet and innocent
Just starting your lives
Looking forward to Santa
How could it happen

One moment you were there
the next you were gone
taken away from us all
in ways most foul

Look down from above
brush your wings close
leave a kiss on the brow
of your family grieving

Forever you will be known
Forever you will be remembered
Sweet tiny children
Beloved little ones

Lisa Williamson © 2012


From the second Angel’s Cried anthology

A Sad Mother’s Day

It came like always
the day that all Mother’s enjoy
but so many can’t this year
all because of one man

Little hand made cards
presents both silly and sweet
will not be givent this year
to those sad mothers

My heart goes out to them
those who will not have that day
who will cry in silence
missing the babies they love so

While we all love our children
let us remember those who lost
who suffer on this day of family
and offer up our love to sustain them

and this one

Six months of sadness

Six months of news
of children being hurt
six months of madness
and what can we do?

Turn on the news
and what do you see
Guns, bombs and storms
tearing apart families

It is hard to see the good
to see the hapiness to be found
when so many little faces
can no longer smile


From the April Rains anthology

Fire in the Sky

Fire in the sky
a town destroyed
was it an accident?
Or something else?

Does it matter really?
With so many hurt in the blast
brave men and women
running in to do a job

Firemen and women
doing a dangerous job
each one with family
who will miss them terribly

Does a cause matter
when so many have died?
we need to remember
those who gave of themselves, willingly


and this one

West Texas

Tiny little town
we did not know existed
till tragedy struck
in a world all ready mad

So many people
lost in a firey hell
doing their job
as they trained themselves

mothers, fathers,
sisters and brothers
daughters and sons
all lost in a moment in time

Mourn them we will
though we knew them not
for they are brave heroes
and should not be forgot


From the Twist of Fate Anthology I have two more

Mad Season

The weather is upon us
thick dark clouds in the sky
storms raging in east and west
sweeping through town and field

All we can do is pray
to which ever god we follow
let it pass us by
let no one be hurt

The sadness fills our hearts
that this one did not pass by
that little ones were victim
to the madness of the season

Yet again

Storms coming through
bringing danger in their wake
One moment you are safe
the next you are not

We stand by helpless
unable to understand
how nature has turned against us
and smashed towns flat

So many in danger
so many lost
what can we do
than offer up our thoughts

Prayers and well wishes
money and clothing
anything we can do
will barely be enough


And finally these two from the United We Stand anthology. I havent done any others in a while but well..with everything happening I just might sit back and make more poems telling the world about the tragedy out there

In memorium

Yet again the horror comes
yet again a child is gone
what has the world come to
that people can do what you did?

Did you plan a statement?
Was it in revenge?
Did you think when you placed it
that you would be killing children?

Sweet innocent souls
sent beyond the reach of man
all because you thought
you had the right to kill and destroy

No matter the reason
no matter the rights
you will burn
in your afterlife

Be you christian
or muslim
or even something else
you were wrong

Violence is not the answer
violence is not the reason
love is what is needed
love is what will heal us

The day after

The morning came
with leaden skies
clouds that would not
give up their tears

It happened so far away
but struck the heart
like you were at the site
watching it unfold

We all sit and wait
for news both good and bad
will they all survive
will the killer be caught

The world is slowly growing darker
with each terror filled moment
but the sun will shine
and the day will go on

Life is for the living
to remember the dead
we much grow closer
and learn to love each other