Oracle19
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 7:41am
13th Feb 2024 7:41am
Mom. Mother. Beth.
#mother
#family
#memories
#suffering
#daughter
163 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 10:38pm
30th Jan 2024 10:38pm
Spoken Thoughts Through The Eyes Of A Princess
Father, will you tell me all the stories that originated out the depths of the sea
A land beforehand that defines our presence here on earth
A place in history that was preserved for you and for the generation divine calling of me
Will there be tales where the dragon slays the innocent with fire, the boogie man in black robes sitting on judgment seats
Taking breaths of Hebrew liberations to be placed in a cage to no longer pilgrimage free
I see Looming castles and exotic animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I walk through...
A land beforehand that defines our presence here on earth
A place in history that was preserved for you and for the generation divine calling of me
Will there be tales where the dragon slays the innocent with fire, the boogie man in black robes sitting on judgment seats
Taking breaths of Hebrew liberations to be placed in a cage to no longer pilgrimage free
I see Looming castles and exotic animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I walk through...
#father
#sun
#water
#daughter
#spiritual
397 reads
5 Comments
msbeav
Brenda
Brenda
Poem Published
13th Dec 2023 8:52pm
13th Dec 2023 8:52pm
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry Brandi,
How I wish I could go back to change the wrong things I put you through, and to make time rearrange.
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw-ups, have done to you, I simply rolled with what those fears handed me.
Yes I should have done more and not just let it be. I was so scared and didn't really know what to do.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been -there's no excuse for it.
Those wounds you bear may never mend and I live with that every day.
But that doesn't mean that I the love I feel for you isn't real....
How I wish I could go back to change the wrong things I put you through, and to make time rearrange.
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw-ups, have done to you, I simply rolled with what those fears handed me.
Yes I should have done more and not just let it be. I was so scared and didn't really know what to do.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should have been -there's no excuse for it.
Those wounds you bear may never mend and I live with that every day.
But that doesn't mean that I the love I feel for you isn't real....
#mother
#memories
#separation #daughter
#separation #daughter
285 reads
3 Comments
HottNess
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2023 5:04pm
3rd Sep 2023 5:04pm
Lost Girl
I’ve called a few men “Daddy”
But I know destroying his girl,
ain’t true fatherhood.
I truly do it for me,
not your twisted fuck fantasies.
I’m still stuck on , How does it feel to be loved by a man?
To be loved by a man without fucking him?…
How does it feel to hug a man without him sliding your panties???
Thats the child in me searching for what I never had
So when I say Daddy please understand its always for me and not your fantasies
Seeking healing from adolescent wounds
I’m lost out here . ...
But I know destroying his girl,
ain’t true fatherhood.
I truly do it for me,
not your twisted fuck fantasies.
I’m still stuck on , How does it feel to be loved by a man?
To be loved by a man without fucking him?…
How does it feel to hug a man without him sliding your panties???
Thats the child in me searching for what I never had
So when I say Daddy please understand its always for me and not your fantasies
Seeking healing from adolescent wounds
I’m lost out here . ...
#father
#family
#memories #daughter
#memories #daughter
229 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Jun 2023 7:13am
9th Jun 2023 7:13am
the loss of the known
The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up
to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole...
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up
to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole...
#father
#brother
#children
#childhood
#daughter
191 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 7:08am
6th Jun 2023 7:08am
my auntie
My Auntie
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#family
#daughter
251 reads
0 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
30th May 2023 4:02am
30th May 2023 4:02am
Little Wolves
Come here little darlings
I know the wind can scream scary
and we've been walking through the storm
but I'll protect you
Stay by me little wolves
I'll always be your Luna
and though the forest has caught fire
I'll provide for you
You don't ever have to be scared
I love you more than I can bear
even when I'm not there
if you call I'll come running I swear
Close your eyes little ones
I'll watch over you when there is no sun
we can play by the water in the morning
and I'll chase you as you run
...
I know the wind can scream scary
and we've been walking through the storm
but I'll protect you
Stay by me little wolves
I'll always be your Luna
and though the forest has caught fire
I'll provide for you
You don't ever have to be scared
I love you more than I can bear
even when I'm not there
if you call I'll come running I swear
Close your eyes little ones
I'll watch over you when there is no sun
we can play by the water in the morning
and I'll chase you as you run
...
#children
#motherhood
#daughter #son
#daughter #son
305 reads
1 Comment
Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
22nd May 2023 4:22pm
22nd May 2023 4:22pm
Complex Relations
Why are you trying to teach me,
When you have so much to learn?
You may be the elder,
But my respect, you have yet to earn.
You live in a world,
Which no longer exists.
Unwilling to move forward,
To change, you resist.
You're a slave to "duty",
Believing it's your fate.
But life is no longer about service,
It is, in fact, what you create.
Learn that you have choices.
You no longer need to be trapped.
Free yourself from the burdens.
Open your eyes! You're no longer strapped.
...
When you have so much to learn?
You may be the elder,
But my respect, you have yet to earn.
You live in a world,
Which no longer exists.
Unwilling to move forward,
To change, you resist.
You're a slave to "duty",
Believing it's your fate.
But life is no longer about service,
It is, in fact, what you create.
Learn that you have choices.
You no longer need to be trapped.
Free yourself from the burdens.
Open your eyes! You're no longer strapped.
...
#mother
#parent
#daughter
447 reads
17 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 1:13pm
26th Mar 2023 1:13pm
That’s love
It’s hard loving someone and letting them go . Yes you were their first love and you nurtured them to live . Unapologetic and fiercely independent so they can
stand on their own feet and express themselves and experience their own journey on this earth . It’s letting go that love is truly made up of . A coat embroidered with firsts followed by more . A tailoring of lengthening the material with darts to fit the structure of seconds , thirds and more of its kind . Truly loving another from the top of their head to their toes is found in freedom and choices to find themselves with others...
stand on their own feet and express themselves and experience their own journey on this earth . It’s letting go that love is truly made up of . A coat embroidered with firsts followed by more . A tailoring of lengthening the material with darts to fit the structure of seconds , thirds and more of its kind . Truly loving another from the top of their head to their toes is found in freedom and choices to find themselves with others...
#mother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
204 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Mar 2023 00:00am
17th Mar 2023 00:00am
A Mother Grieves
A Mother Grieves
dark angel consumed by goth fires of grief
Hidden deep in the camouflage
Of a searing brand
That burns the forever
Of perdition’s flames
Where her daughter’s casket lies
Heaped under Mom’s earthy tears
That rage against cruel fate
Of drunken murder on that highway
That swallowed her dreams
Like Jonah’s whale
But burning flesh
And petroleum fumes
The embalming of deathly silence
In mother’s heart lost to the quiet
When unholy mantras fill the night
With the wail of a...
dark angel consumed by goth fires of grief
Hidden deep in the camouflage
Of a searing brand
That burns the forever
Of perdition’s flames
Where her daughter’s casket lies
Heaped under Mom’s earthy tears
That rage against cruel fate
Of drunken murder on that highway
That swallowed her dreams
Like Jonah’s whale
But burning flesh
And petroleum fumes
The embalming of deathly silence
In mother’s heart lost to the quiet
When unholy mantras fill the night
With the wail of a...
#anger
#grief
#mother
#death
#daughter
262 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 11:05am
5th Mar 2023 11:05am
pizzini snd Broremann
Pizzini and Broremann
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a...
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
192 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 11:29am
24th Feb 2023 11:29am
washboard waltz
Washboard Waltz
Is a washboard musical when scrubbing socks on its metal ribbons?
The woman in the basement was not aware of anything other
than the soap suds, steamed-up windows and the sense of hopelessness
when working on a Saturday, a day of rest from the factory floor.
Other women, too, did laundry day, gave her a feeling of pride
to see her washing on the line was cleaner than theirs.
She sat by the window in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the washing
smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a mug with her name
and wondered if...
Is a washboard musical when scrubbing socks on its metal ribbons?
The woman in the basement was not aware of anything other
than the soap suds, steamed-up windows and the sense of hopelessness
when working on a Saturday, a day of rest from the factory floor.
Other women, too, did laundry day, gave her a feeling of pride
to see her washing on the line was cleaner than theirs.
She sat by the window in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the washing
smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a mug with her name
and wondered if...
#brother
#childhood
#family #daughter
#family #daughter
241 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Daughters Seeking Friendly Advice
