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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

Poetry Contest

Show your love and appreciation to your mother.

I was overlooking the current competitions and was surprised that there was not one for Mother's Day! Anyone who has read my work knows I'll submit pieces dedicated to my mother. Show the love you have for the one that carried you and birthed you!

Simple rules for this competition:
Two entries max per poet
Unlimited length per poem
New entries encouraged, although previous ones accepted
Must be about mom!

One week till votes are cast! Good luck!

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

Mother's Hushed Eyes

Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,
bringing reminiscences of olden days.

When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.

Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.

But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!

 While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a mother's hushed eyes.

Mere images from when I was a child,
and often when I'll be sorrow-hearted, these reflections will then give me joy;

so, while life does remain in cycle, the memories she has protected;
those reflections I saw from a mother's hushed eyes.

Oh, I remember the life of my mother's glossy eyes,
my reception of joy to her when I returned home,

always gently did her eyelids come to a rest
as she used to sit and wait for me to speak,

but now are not closed, and silent;
though they have left me for the cold of death,

but while mute voices do persist, in those images I'll remember
this vivid reflection I saw from a mother's hushed eyes.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

Above is a non-entry poem by the author of the competition! Let it inspire a new piece!

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

A Mother's Hug Goodnight

Frigid calm front
hides in northern winds,
vast sky of my bedroom dims.  
 
Stream in winter
iced over; mother's embrace  
letting go at bedtime.  
 
Still rainfall,
sky's dark pillow,
eyelids become anchors; smothering.

The cold front  
blanketing this damp landscape,
peacefully covers the coming storm.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

This is a non-entry poem by the author of the competition! Let it inspire a new piece!

Kingvirky
Twisted Dreamer
Nigeria
Joined 7th Jan 2019
Forum Posts: 21

Mother of Mothers

Reminiscing of the yonder years,
When your breasts were all I cared for.
Carrying me on your back,
Our bond was beyond the umbilical cord.
Motherly instinct always to the rescue,
When I frolic into danger...
Watchful eyes when I snore deep,
"Were you really human?!"
I would later think.
Endless energy, amazing.
Spanking mischief from my childish heart,
eyes so stern and yet so sweet.
On one hand firm, the other weak,
Even mothers knew whom to seek,
When their litters were up to mischief.
Firm and meek,
Strict and sweet,
You made me a man,
This I will always speak.
Written by Kingvirky
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

A Date with a Dream

 
She looked diaphanous, wistful,
a doily for a teacup, in the  
last months of her final decade.
 
When I came for the holidays,
I hadn’t seen Mom for so long.
Couldn’t recall when I last had.
 
So much happened: the accident,  
my hospital stay in rehab,
Dad’s passing & others gone since.
 
And Mom, in the twilight of her  
dementia, was far away now
mentally. I started to think,
 
during the trip on the way up,
if Mom would still remember me;
she stayed alive for a reason.
 
The day I got to spend with her
was a time we seemed to connect,
with eye contact, her winsome smile,
 
a faint little laugh just for me.
While playing The Andrew Sisters
with Bing Crosby, my sisters danced.
 
The evening didn’t want to end,
but soon it would be time for bed
and Mom sat gazing off nowhere.
 
I hoped she was hearing Dad’s voice
saying; “We’ll soon meet in a dream.
I’ll come pick you up for our date.”

 
 
 
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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cabcool
Guardian of Shadows
Jamaica 12awards
Joined 27th Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 740

mothersong

She is clothed with strength and dignity…She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.  She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed…  Prov. 31:25, 26, 28 (NIV)
 
I
behold
the pendulum
on which swing
the complexities
of our souls
champion
of in-vitro days
God lending us
His image
in the secret chambers
of her sanctum
 
II
post-speculum
dangled she us
helpless hopeful blooms
tethered
to umbilicus
suspended animation
nurturing us
in freedom
to be uncompromisingly
exceptional
fruit of the vine
 
III
postpartum
we drank her bosom
to the gentle hum
of night and day
as seasons
in the sun
set to the rhythm
of her wisdom
philosophised
escape itineraries
from the complexities
of our souls
 
IV
post-maximum
benevolence
drips from her
golden hands
kingdom asylum
whose post-umbilicus
generations
overcome
by whelming
venom
seek random
sanctum
from the pendulum
on which swing
the complexities
of our souls
 
V
postmortem
anthems
inhabit our secret hearts
lest she should go before us
and milk from us
the chorus
that motherhood deserves  
for one who lives
and serves
as the pendulum
on which swing
the complexities
of our souls
     
© Copyright 2019 May 12
 
Play audio (copy/paste link):  https://youtu.be/3V4PM1oL7Xs
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inechoingsilence
Thought Provoker
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Joined 17th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 317

Marnie (Mother)

From embryonic start our relationship was problematic    
You risked your life for mine repeatedly for seven months  
The fact that I suffered no permanent consequence    
a miracle, as divine the blessing of my old-new name    
Before it was mine you had to swear to never change it  
 
It never has, and it never will, I give my promise    
   
The world never was your friend    
You were abused, used, seduced, betrayed.    
with little help and less mercy    
Chronically ill in agonizing pain constantly    
vodka and prescription drugs were your solace    
Filled your world with a haze that gave refuge    
from pain, crushing poverty, your unusual children    
for whom you felt nothing you did was ever enough    
   
You would tell your sister in law, your best friend    
I was her child, not your daughter.    
You would insist that you were a carrier of genetics    
A surrogate, you have no idea your accuracy    
that she is in truth my mother in all ways  
  
You've been dead twelve years and now  
 
I am her daughter, the treasure of her heart    
in all ways that truly matter because at the last    
your family is the one you choose for yourself.    
Blood gives existence, love makes life worth all.    
I have your blood, true, but you never loved me    
Your mind could not fathom such a concept    
   
When I was nine, I stood before a court of law    
condemning you and my father for your sins    
Of most heinous abuse, neglect, but I was jailed    
eleven years to a family that never let me forget  
  
I was Different, I would always be Other.    
In the world of blonde Mennonite Christians    
My Jewishness, my dark ringlets, my revered name    
incited a rabid hatred that almost killed me.    
   
Even reunion did not make us mother and daughter    
We were too logical, too far in time, from sentiment    
content in the trajectories of our distinct lives    
Vomiting force-fed Christianity, I embraced my heritage    
You, who wore the orange, believed in logic above all.    
   
When you decided to die, I was expecting a daughter    
I couldn’t mourn you, I had no idea until far too late    
For a half-hour I sat on the ground, reminiscing    
Suddenly realizing death was your desired goal    
I stood, feeling nothing but peace for our souls  
 
You took the last of your dwindling agency    
refused to take the medication that gave you life    
You knew you would die, literally stop your own heart    
   
Your best friend, my now-mother, filled your wishes    
She adopted me as her own treasured daughter    
She spilled your ashes with no tears or prayers    
into a free-flowing river, leaving no trace of you    
   
I forgive you, Marnie    
Blaming you would be cruel    
Thank you for fighting ,not giving up on me    
Wherever you are, may you have repose eternally.
Written by inechoingsilence
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Heart_symphony
Twisted Dreamer
Canada 3awards
Joined 17th Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 60

My Mother

My home has been scattered
In different houses
In different countries
My mother was the only person at my side

My home was in the blue eyes
Of my mother
Before she lost her mind

The different places
Always felt like home
When I’d crawl into her bed

But my home had a leak
Her eyes would rain down
On my cheeks

My young mind was confused
I’d hold her tightly
And say “please don’t cry, I love you”

Every night I’d listen to her sobs
My heart wrenching
I felt useless because I was young

When I grew older
Something in her changed
The blue from her eyes drained

She’d stare off at nothing
While I yelled and cried
Searching desperately for her mind

Her blue eyes
Have cried so many tears
They are now glazed over

My mother
She speaks from a distance
Her warmth has gone cold

In all the different countries and houses
My mother was all I had
But now her mind has shattered
And now my home is scattered
Written by Heart_symphony
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dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 17th Aug 2015
Forum Posts: 2879

for mother...

between the pillars of joy    
her tears flowed, nourishing    
the memories in the banks    
once she left behind  
when she sailed across    
the ocean beyond the horizon    
   
the working class is a curse    
to those who dream beyond    
but she chased to bring back
a promised dream
   
   
   
but who could    
peel off the    
petals of a    
rosebud,    
so delicately    
and patiently    
and reshape it
into a flower?  
   
no one...!  
   
but they bloomed    
against the natural order    
into dysfunctional minds
   
   
   
   
science is logical and    
coherent, built on facts    
the spiritual realm is absurd    
to the rational knowledge    
   
   
   
after three decades,    
the dysfunction started to    
function in the spirit    
joyous laughs sprouted    
from the buried roots    
broken hearts healed    
through prayers    
trust built on will and faith      
her dreams changed    
new promises were given    
she is smiling again    
passing few regrets    
   
he is not here now    
but we are here    
   
for her...    
Written by dejure (vick)
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 147awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1757

Where Did You Get Your Strength From?

Where did you get your strength from?
Was it your love, your family, or your faith?
How did you manage to run this home?
With work and all of life’s worries you faced?

Where did you find that unstoppable resolve?
To teach us lessons we weren’t taught in school,
Did you make yourself an example just for us?
So we’d learn how life can be rewarding and also cruel?

How did you find the patience and the fortitude?
To deal with us even when we didn’t know you were tired,
Was it because you loved us beyond what we knew?
Because to this day it’s something that I still admire.

I can’t begin to imagine all that you sacrificed,
All that you gave up to meet our needs and more,
The nights you must’ve prayed and days you worked,
The battles you must’ve faced and what you stood for.

I can’t begin to fathom all the years of ups and downs,
The triumphs, the frustrations and the tears you shed,
Being resilient in your belief, being strong by yourself,
Knowing that you would be the one to propel us ahead.

You and grandma have been the perfect examples,
Of the love and determination a mother can possess,
Teaching us that we don’t need magic or superpowers,
But guidance and patience and for that I am blessed.

delanee
Thought Provoker
Belgium 2awards
Joined 13th May 2019
Forum Posts: 27

My 'Good Enough' Parent

I realize my mom
is not a saint
so I will not make her out to be

but whenever
I needed her most
she was there for me
Written by delanee
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drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2252

Mommy
is it my fault
i look like this
no baby
it's not your fault
is it your fault then
mommy
partly baby partly
why mommy
we walked a road
we didn't know
where common sence � � � � � � �
had no meaning
where we stand at the graves � � � � � �
of the ones that we gave
nothing
but a short life of grieving
when we allowed
radiation
to twist
the liveing

poet Anonymous

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