gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 3:37pm
18th Feb 2019 3:37pm
Mother's Hushed Eyes
Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.
But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!
While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a...
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.
But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!
While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a...
#love
#mother
#childhood
#family
#memories
767 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 3:37pm
18th Feb 2019 3:37pm
Mother's Hushed Eyes
Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.
But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!
While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a...
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.
But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!
While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a...
#love
#mother
#childhood
#family
#memories
767 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 3:37pm
18th Feb 2019 3:37pm
Mother's Hushed Eyes
Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.
But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!
While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a...
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
Mother, you have gone away;
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.
But never close your eyes!
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!
While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save
this voiceless reflection I saw from a...
#love
#mother
#childhood
#family
#memories
767 reads
3 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
22nd May 2021 2:48am
22nd May 2021 2:48am
Lucky I Had You at All
Mother,
I wish I had the time to apologize
for all the lies
all the times
i was a stupid kid
a stupid teen
a stupid mean immature
creature
and not a man yet
and sometimes I forgive myself
but usually I berate myself
for not growing up on pace
to face
the world before it gave
me no choice
and you no voice
to speak for months
in a bed in a hospital
that slowly
tragically
took your stomach
then your limbs
then your life.
I wish I had the time to apologize
for all the lies
all the times
i was a stupid kid
a stupid teen
a stupid mean immature
creature
and not a man yet
and sometimes I forgive myself
but usually I berate myself
for not growing up on pace
to face
the world before it gave
me no choice
and you no voice
to speak for months
in a bed in a hospital
that slowly
tragically
took your stomach
then your limbs
then your life.
#love
#family
340 reads
3 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
22nd May 2021 2:48am
22nd May 2021 2:48am
Lucky I Had You at All
Mother,
I wish I had the time to apologize
for all the lies
all the times
i was a stupid kid
a stupid teen
a stupid mean immature
creature
and not a man yet
and sometimes I forgive myself
but usually I berate myself
for not growing up on pace
to face
the world before it gave
me no choice
and you no voice
to speak for months
in a bed in a hospital
that slowly
tragically
took your stomach
then your limbs
then your life.
I wish I had the time to apologize
for all the lies
all the times
i was a stupid kid
a stupid teen
a stupid mean immature
creature
and not a man yet
and sometimes I forgive myself
but usually I berate myself
for not growing up on pace
to face
the world before it gave
me no choice
and you no voice
to speak for months
in a bed in a hospital
that slowly
tragically
took your stomach
then your limbs
then your life.
#love
#family
340 reads
3 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
My Purpose.
To live, is my gift.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
#parent
#family
#memories #responsibility
#memories #responsibility
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Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
My Purpose.
To live, is my gift.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
#parent
#family
#memories #responsibility
#memories #responsibility
378 reads
0 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
My Purpose.
To live, is my gift.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
#parent
#family
#memories #responsibility
#memories #responsibility
378 reads
0 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
25th Apr 2020 9:32pm
My Purpose.
To live, is my gift.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
To be, is my privilege.
To serve, is my task.
To learn, is my job.
To love, is my pleasure.
To father, is my pride.
To teach, is my honner.
To be grandfather, is my reward.
To age, is my grace.
To remember, is my joy.
To die, is my vertue.
To rot, is my final duty.
#parent
#family
#memories #responsibility
#memories #responsibility
378 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 00:22am
18th Oct 2022 00:22am
Who Should I Be ?
Undefined
Friend
Father figure
Uncle
Lover
Cold sore
Desperado
Reporter from the edge
Milk Man
Remember them ?
I didn't think so
Who should I be
Tell me
I'll try
Friend
Father figure
Uncle
Lover
Cold sore
Desperado
Reporter from the edge
Milk Man
Remember them ?
I didn't think so
Who should I be
Tell me
I'll try
#love
#family
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
358 reads
20 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 00:22am
18th Oct 2022 00:22am
Who Should I Be ?
Undefined
Friend
Father figure
Uncle
Lover
Cold sore
Desperado
Reporter from the edge
Milk Man
Remember them ?
I didn't think so
Who should I be
Tell me
I'll try
Friend
Father figure
Uncle
Lover
Cold sore
Desperado
Reporter from the edge
Milk Man
Remember them ?
I didn't think so
Who should I be
Tell me
I'll try
#love
#family
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
358 reads
20 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 00:22am
18th Oct 2022 00:22am
Who Should I Be ?
Undefined
Friend
Father figure
Uncle
Lover
Cold sore
Desperado
Reporter from the edge
Milk Man
Remember them ?
I didn't think so
Who should I be
Tell me
I'll try
Friend
Father figure
Uncle
Lover
Cold sore
Desperado
Reporter from the edge
Milk Man
Remember them ?
I didn't think so
Who should I be
Tell me
I'll try
#love
#family
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
358 reads
20 Comments
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