Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
#daughter
#grief
#memorial
#motherhood
#historical
240 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
#daughter
#grief
#memorial
#motherhood
#historical
240 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
#daughter
#grief
#memorial
#motherhood
#historical
240 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
#daughter
#grief
#memorial
#motherhood
#historical
240 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
7th Jul 2024 8:52am
To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
#daughter
#grief
#memorial
#motherhood
#historical
240 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
Candace Queen a light in a dark world
oppression is real
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
#love
#beauty
#oppression #daughter
#oppression #daughter
538 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
Candace Queen a light in a dark world
oppression is real
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
#love
#beauty
#oppression #daughter
#oppression #daughter
538 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
Candace Queen a light in a dark world
oppression is real
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
#love
#beauty
#oppression #daughter
#oppression #daughter
538 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
24th Apr 2022 3:18pm
Candace Queen a light in a dark world
oppression is real
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
you can feel the weight of it on your soul
some bear the pain of this day and out
they walk on like soldiers
fighting a war most people don't see
poverty teaches you how to be grateful
for the most basic things
like a bed to sleep in
or food to eat
warm clothes
some go into battle without any of these things
these warriors navigate the world fiercely
that their souls can war with these demons
is nothing short of amazing to me
I was in the city only three days
a concrete hell...
#love
#beauty
#oppression #daughter
#oppression #daughter
538 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
142 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
142 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
142 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Daughters Published by Members Recently Online
