Mothers Day Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#MothersDay
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
12th May 2024 2:35pm
12th May 2024 2:35pm
Mama
My daughter.
My purple rose.
You are going to have trials
And tribulations.
You are going to have sincere
Smiles and adorations.
You will give your love freely
And it affects you deeply.
Your tears will fall with
Seemingly no end.
The night will call to you
Looking for you to bend.
What I will say to you
With all my heart.
There is reason for you
From the very start.
I needed to love.
I needed to heal.
I needed your...
My purple rose.
You are going to have trials
And tribulations.
You are going to have sincere
Smiles and adorations.
You will give your love freely
And it affects you deeply.
Your tears will fall with
Seemingly no end.
The night will call to you
Looking for you to bend.
What I will say to you
With all my heart.
There is reason for you
From the very start.
I needed to love.
I needed to heal.
I needed your...
#love
#MothersDay
#parent
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21 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
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
451 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
451 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
451 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
451 reads
2 Comments
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
545 reads
2 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
13th May 2018 5:45pm
13th May 2018 5:45pm
The Modern Mom Club
Married,
Divorced,
Single.
A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.
Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.
An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.
Stroking their faces,
following the creases ...
Divorced,
Single.
A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.
Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.
An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.
Stroking their faces,
following the creases ...
#MothersDay
#admiration
648 reads
0 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
13th May 2018 5:45pm
13th May 2018 5:45pm
The Modern Mom Club
Married,
Divorced,
Single.
A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.
Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.
An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.
Stroking their faces,
following the creases ...
Divorced,
Single.
A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.
Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.
An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.
Stroking their faces,
following the creases ...
#MothersDay
#admiration
648 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th May 2024 11:33am
12th May 2024 11:33am
Happy Mother's Day
Please son take my hand
You will soon find out the truth
I'm not your mother
You will soon find out the truth
I'm not your mother
#haiku
#honesty
#MothersDay #son
#MothersDay #son
99 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th May 2024 11:33am
12th May 2024 11:33am
Happy Mother's Day
Please son take my hand
You will soon find out the truth
I'm not your mother
You will soon find out the truth
I'm not your mother
#haiku
#honesty
#MothersDay #son
#MothersDay #son
99 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th May 2024 11:33am
12th May 2024 11:33am
Happy Mother's Day
Please son take my hand
You will soon find out the truth
I'm not your mother
You will soon find out the truth
I'm not your mother
#haiku
#honesty
#MothersDay #son
#MothersDay #son
99 reads
12 Comments
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