Mothers Day Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#MothersDay
randyjohnson
Poem Published
15th May 2023 00:24am
15th May 2023 00:24am
Mother's Day, 2023
If people ask me if you're still alive, my answer will be no.
You became sick and left this world over ten years ago.
Since you died, eleven Mother's Days have come around.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you're buried in the ground.
You lived and died in Sneedville, Tennessee.
You were special and very important to me.
I had to learn how to live without you when you passed away.
If you were still alive, I would wish you a happy Mother's Day.
You became sick and left this world over ten years ago.
Since you died, eleven Mother's Days have come around.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you're buried in the ground.
You lived and died in Sneedville, Tennessee.
You were special and very important to me.
I had to learn how to live without you when you passed away.
If you were still alive, I would wish you a happy Mother's Day.
#mother
#MothersDay
#nonfiction
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oskar
Poem Published
10th May 2023 11:30am
10th May 2023 11:30am
Palestine
Palestine
Hamas fighters, the brave men and women who
fights for a free Palestine have been killed in the Gaza Strip
together with wives and children.
And once again, Israel sinks in our estimate to a criminal state
this Jewish-occupied land lives on hatred and only exists
for the benefit of their own tribe and has nothing else to offer
in a world where the everlasting guilt of the Holocaust makes
the world is silent to atrocities committed in its hallowed name.
when the American gun culture, the right to wear arms kills
dozens in...
Hamas fighters, the brave men and women who
fights for a free Palestine have been killed in the Gaza Strip
together with wives and children.
And once again, Israel sinks in our estimate to a criminal state
this Jewish-occupied land lives on hatred and only exists
for the benefit of their own tribe and has nothing else to offer
in a world where the everlasting guilt of the Holocaust makes
the world is silent to atrocities committed in its hallowed name.
when the American gun culture, the right to wear arms kills
dozens in...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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anna_grin
ANNAN
ANNAN
Poem Published
18th Apr 2023 00:05am
18th Apr 2023 00:05am
no prisoners
dear god spin round
oh you have too many faces
made in the image of
unworthy
i fear for
both
please die my love
and keep us safe
i knew not
and did he ever
think
sometimes
the child drowns
and the witch floats
sometimes
the eyes smile
sometimes
they
fade
it is the city i fear
it is my home
it is my body i fear
it is the look in their eyes
it is the infectious
and o
abuses
of this ragged tongue
that...
oh you have too many faces
made in the image of
unworthy
i fear for
both
please die my love
and keep us safe
i knew not
and did he ever
think
sometimes
the child drowns
and the witch floats
sometimes
the eyes smile
sometimes
they
fade
it is the city i fear
it is my home
it is my body i fear
it is the look in their eyes
it is the infectious
and o
abuses
of this ragged tongue
that...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2022 4:18pm
7th Nov 2022 4:18pm
sleepless
sleepless
The night dances on his pupils
burning bright towards the morning
A brain that has no brakes
first gear is of no help
Restless wandering through childhood
when did it all go wrong?
The future lacks meaning
leads to another tomorrow
Butterflies in the glade, once he was one of them
Promises not kept
Now he is the only one left.
The dell is a housing estate built for the poor
who has no choice?
Pretty butterflies turn into a moths
The night is the only thing you have got
consciousness is harmful and...
The night dances on his pupils
burning bright towards the morning
A brain that has no brakes
first gear is of no help
Restless wandering through childhood
when did it all go wrong?
The future lacks meaning
leads to another tomorrow
Butterflies in the glade, once he was one of them
Promises not kept
Now he is the only one left.
The dell is a housing estate built for the poor
who has no choice?
Pretty butterflies turn into a moths
The night is the only thing you have got
consciousness is harmful and...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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adagio
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 00:22am
20th Jun 2022 00:22am
Doodah! Line Six
#Easter
#Halloween
#MothersDay #cars
#MothersDay #cars
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 8:05am
22nd May 2022 8:05am
our burden
Humanities burden
Something nihilistic is churning on my mind what if strife is embedded in our psyche
normality is war punctuated by peace; the peace is prosperous but wallowing in
the softness concern of womanly interest love of dogs, making them into soft toys.
This somnambulistic existence brought no inventions and humanity, thanks to
the low birthrate was dying out.
Nature took charge and brought on the devastation the will to survive took priority.
To endure, we had to forgo lax options and be aggressive even if it meant inventing
the...
Something nihilistic is churning on my mind what if strife is embedded in our psyche
normality is war punctuated by peace; the peace is prosperous but wallowing in
the softness concern of womanly interest love of dogs, making them into soft toys.
This somnambulistic existence brought no inventions and humanity, thanks to
the low birthrate was dying out.
Nature took charge and brought on the devastation the will to survive took priority.
To endure, we had to forgo lax options and be aggressive even if it meant inventing
the...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th May 2022 2:35pm
8th May 2022 2:35pm
Mother's Day 2022
Today is Mother's Day of 2022.
But I can not spend it with you.
You died over nine years ago.
Love was what you once showed.
Many people celebrate this day.
But in 2013, you passed away.
Mother's Day is what I tolerate.
It's a day that I can't celebrate.
I can't celebrate but I wish I could.
You died and you're gone for good.
You were a great mother and that's true.
If I could, I would tell you that I love you.
But I can not spend it with you.
You died over nine years ago.
Love was what you once showed.
Many people celebrate this day.
But in 2013, you passed away.
Mother's Day is what I tolerate.
It's a day that I can't celebrate.
I can't celebrate but I wish I could.
You died and you're gone for good.
You were a great mother and that's true.
If I could, I would tell you that I love you.
#mother
#family
#MothersDay
#son
#nonfiction
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
9th May 2021 6:16pm
9th May 2021 6:16pm
Find Yuh Madda
Skirt Madda
Pants Madda
Jamaica Madda
France Madda
Good Madda
Bad Madda
Sane Madda
Mad Madda
Old Madda
Young Madda
Timid Madda
Bold Madda
Soft Madda
Tough Madda
Smooth Madda
Rough Madda
Bless Madda
Curse Madda
Best Madda
Worst Madda
Fat Madda
Slim Madda
Pleasant Madda
Grim Madda
Floor Madda
Couch Madda
Purse Madda
Pouch Madda
Smash Madda
Pass Madda
Breast Madda
Ass Madda
Badda Madda ...
Pants Madda
Jamaica Madda
France Madda
Good Madda
Bad Madda
Sane Madda
Mad Madda
Old Madda
Young Madda
Timid Madda
Bold Madda
Soft Madda
Tough Madda
Smooth Madda
Rough Madda
Bless Madda
Curse Madda
Best Madda
Worst Madda
Fat Madda
Slim Madda
Pleasant Madda
Grim Madda
Floor Madda
Couch Madda
Purse Madda
Pouch Madda
Smash Madda
Pass Madda
Breast Madda
Ass Madda
Badda Madda ...
#mother
#MothersDay
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
8th May 2021 3:14pm
8th May 2021 3:14pm
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
HISTORY
The celebrating of Mother's Day
can be traced back to ancient Greece
and the celebration of the Goddess Rhea;
made popular in the U.S.A back in 1868,
signed as a national day of observance
back in 1914 by President Wilson.
I can't speak for anyone else
relative to honoring mothers;
sadly some hate their mothers,
some have sad memories,
and millions worship, adore,
love and respect their mother.
Regardless, we all have one
thing in common: We were
birth from a mother. How things
have...
The celebrating of Mother's Day
can be traced back to ancient Greece
and the celebration of the Goddess Rhea;
made popular in the U.S.A back in 1868,
signed as a national day of observance
back in 1914 by President Wilson.
I can't speak for anyone else
relative to honoring mothers;
sadly some hate their mothers,
some have sad memories,
and millions worship, adore,
love and respect their mother.
Regardless, we all have one
thing in common: We were
birth from a mother. How things
have...
#MothersDay
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th Dec 2020 9:09am
14th Dec 2020 9:09am
a dying friend
My dying friend
Today I met a friend
at the local café.
He had lost wight
his days were numbered.
No, he was not
afraid of death
it held no promises
of everlasting life.
I feared he might
say something stupid
as forgiving
his enemy, why should he?
Or say I love
to someone
he didn´t love,
because it was expected.
His hopes were
to be left alone
in a room and only
talk to his past
and perhaps laugh
a little,
Life had for him
Always been ridiculous
Today I met a friend
at the local café.
He had lost wight
his days were numbered.
No, he was not
afraid of death
it held no promises
of everlasting life.
I feared he might
say something stupid
as forgiving
his enemy, why should he?
Or say I love
to someone
he didn´t love,
because it was expected.
His hopes were
to be left alone
in a room and only
talk to his past
and perhaps laugh
a little,
Life had for him
Always been ridiculous
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 7:32am
2nd Sep 2020 7:32am
togetherness
Togetherness
It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new
battery for my reserve heart and have to do
with my damaged heart.
My feet are swollen challenging to walk, but drove
my wife to the cemetery and the ashes of
my wife´s brother was placed beside his
mother´s coffin
I was driven there an uphill walk got a lift.
Nene, his name, rests beside his mother, he was
her favourite son both words together on a glass door
it was a touching moment.
Drove my wife home slept for two hours and...
It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new
battery for my reserve heart and have to do
with my damaged heart.
My feet are swollen challenging to walk, but drove
my wife to the cemetery and the ashes of
my wife´s brother was placed beside his
mother´s coffin
I was driven there an uphill walk got a lift.
Nene, his name, rests beside his mother, he was
her favourite son both words together on a glass door
it was a touching moment.
Drove my wife home slept for two hours and...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
10th May 2020 3:03pm
10th May 2020 3:03pm
The Eighth Mother's Day
This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.
Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
Life stopped being as good when you were lowered into the ground.
When the doctor said you would die, I didn't like what he had to say.
You're no longer with us but I still wish you a happy Mother's Day.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.
Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
Life stopped being as good when you were lowered into the ground.
When the doctor said you would die, I didn't like what he had to say.
You're no longer with us but I still wish you a happy Mother's Day.
#mother
#MothersDay
#son #nonfiction
#son #nonfiction
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