Mothers Day Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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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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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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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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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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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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cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:54am
10th May 2020 6:54am
o mother-mother
♪threnody to the mixed emotions of motherhood♪
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
#children
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#redemption
#hurt
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2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:54am
10th May 2020 6:54am
o mother-mother
♪threnody to the mixed emotions of motherhood♪
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
#children
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#redemption
#hurt
418 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:54am
10th May 2020 6:54am
o mother-mother
♪threnody to the mixed emotions of motherhood♪
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
#children
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#redemption
#hurt
418 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:54am
10th May 2020 6:54am
o mother-mother
♪threnody to the mixed emotions of motherhood♪
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
#children
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#redemption
#hurt
418 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:54am
10th May 2020 6:54am
o mother-mother
♪threnody to the mixed emotions of motherhood♪
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
#children
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#redemption
#hurt
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 8:58pm
23rd Apr 2024 8:58pm
Mommy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
#anxiety
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#son
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 8:58pm
23rd Apr 2024 8:58pm
Mommy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
#anxiety
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#son
50 reads
2 Comments
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