Poems about Mother
#mother
Here you'll find poems about relationships with mother. Depicting a relationship that's sometimes difficult, other times beautiful and sentimental. A huge range of emotions displayed through poetry about mother.
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Show Your Mother How You Would Pleasure Your Mate
Quick.
Take your
clothes off and
get over here
so you could show your
mother how you would be
able to pleasure your mate
after you both let yourselves
get married. And don't worry about
the camera. It's not recording now.
Take your
clothes off and
get over here
so you could show your
mother how you would be
able to pleasure your mate
after you both let yourselves
get married. And don't worry about
the camera. It's not recording now.
#dialogue
#fiction
#mother
#sex
#son
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halo
looping in the infinite vast I skim
and hydroplane in the universes
sifting through time
echoing my lonely hello
frightened it seems this place is advancing on me
daring to look back into the abyss
my eyes forced open
my vulnerability only questioned
my beauty veiled
not to be seen here
in the immortal
69 was a layover
a moment to breathe...I thought
born into a hostile womb and environment
God bless her
to touch Venus's smile for a moment
leaning in I hope she found peace...
and hydroplane in the universes
sifting through time
echoing my lonely hello
frightened it seems this place is advancing on me
daring to look back into the abyss
my eyes forced open
my vulnerability only questioned
my beauty veiled
not to be seen here
in the immortal
69 was a layover
a moment to breathe...I thought
born into a hostile womb and environment
God bless her
to touch Venus's smile for a moment
leaning in I hope she found peace...
#love
#mother
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Kali of Time and Transformation
In the veil of night, where time dissolves,
Kali appears, to encompasse everything.
With eyes of fire and sensual dance
she governs time and the life cycle.
Her fire burns, destroys and renews.
In the dance of death, life proves itself.
Every step a collapsing universe,
every turn, a rebirth, an embrace.
Kali, ordeal of time and destiny,
with her sword cuts the divine veil.
Destroys the ego, illusion and fear.
Reveals the truth, the path of no secrets.
Her skull necklace, symbol of power,
shows that...
Kali appears, to encompasse everything.
With eyes of fire and sensual dance
she governs time and the life cycle.
Her fire burns, destroys and renews.
In the dance of death, life proves itself.
Every step a collapsing universe,
every turn, a rebirth, an embrace.
Kali, ordeal of time and destiny,
with her sword cuts the divine veil.
Destroys the ego, illusion and fear.
Reveals the truth, the path of no secrets.
Her skull necklace, symbol of power,
shows that...
#dark
#fear
#fire
#mother
#spiritual
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The Cat Lady (part 3)

#erotic
#fiction
#memories
#mother
#relationships
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The Cat Lady (part 2)

#erotic
#forgiveness
#mother #relationships
#mother #relationships
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Her Nest
As we kiss, my straying fingers find
A nest first formed in her mother's womb.
Oh, how blessed now to kiss
Its moist and ripened bloom.
A nest first formed in her mother's womb.
Oh, how blessed now to kiss
Its moist and ripened bloom.
#daughter
#mother
#sex
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The Cat Lady (part 1)
Ain't this a bitch… I haven’t seen her for more than twenty years and now she went on and gotten herself killed…
A few days ago I got a call from an estate lawyer or something asking me to come back to London. I haven’t been home since I was kicked out. It’s not my home anymore. I left London when I was eighteen and I haven’t been back since.
“Lord Howard..” The testatrix began her deliberation… however I had to cut her off.
“You know very well I am not a lord.”
“Yes, well, my mistake, please forgive...
A few days ago I got a call from an estate lawyer or something asking me to come back to London. I haven’t been home since I was kicked out. It’s not my home anymore. I left London when I was eighteen and I haven’t been back since.
“Lord Howard..” The testatrix began her deliberation… however I had to cut her off.
“You know very well I am not a lord.”
“Yes, well, my mistake, please forgive...
#erotic
#fiction
#forgiveness
#memories
#mother
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Single Momma
What about the single momma
Sitting and watching her bird sing
Or a fine fella protecting baby
Stand in the crowd disconnected
Family struts and shouts
Lone stars in the distance
Not feeling part of the team
Pass the baton and step on
To the real existence
Of solitary confinement
She runs through he falls behind
Watching leaves in the breeze
Goes home to no one
In her head
He stays and folds the chair
Picks up his loneliness
As he puts her to bed
Two lost...
Sitting and watching her bird sing
Or a fine fella protecting baby
Stand in the crowd disconnected
Family struts and shouts
Lone stars in the distance
Not feeling part of the team
Pass the baton and step on
To the real existence
Of solitary confinement
She runs through he falls behind
Watching leaves in the breeze
Goes home to no one
In her head
He stays and folds the chair
Picks up his loneliness
As he puts her to bed
Two lost...
#father
#loneliness
#mother #sex
#mother #sex
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I’m ashamed to be called your daughter
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
a title that feels like a weight I can't shake,
in a world where your love was a distant whisper,
and I was left shattered, my heart forced to break.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
when your smile felt cold, a mask that you wore,
every moment I craved, just a flicker of warmth,
but I found only shadows, and I longed for so much more.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
as I stood in your light, always waiting in vain,
fighting for scraps of affection, like a...
a title that feels like a weight I can't shake,
in a world where your love was a distant whisper,
and I was left shattered, my heart forced to break.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
when your smile felt cold, a mask that you wore,
every moment I craved, just a flicker of warmth,
but I found only shadows, and I longed for so much more.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
as I stood in your light, always waiting in vain,
fighting for scraps of affection, like a...
#daughter
#family
#memories
#mother
#parent
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When Women Rule the World
When women rule the world
No more male domination
Bye misogyny
Fuck your rape
And don’t choke me daddy
Through passage of time all these years
Not one woman who should represent
Made it to the altar of world power
Men are brash and mean
Lady so steady and strong
Tired of watching them grind it down
As they pick it up
Put us back together a family unit
Got a lot on their plate that
We don’t realize or recognize
Carry our seed to bring a new day
Like to see a man do that
He’d say no...
No more male domination
Bye misogyny
Fuck your rape
And don’t choke me daddy
Through passage of time all these years
Not one woman who should represent
Made it to the altar of world power
Men are brash and mean
Lady so steady and strong
Tired of watching them grind it down
As they pick it up
Put us back together a family unit
Got a lot on their plate that
We don’t realize or recognize
Carry our seed to bring a new day
Like to see a man do that
He’d say no...
#courage
#inspirational
#mother #sister
#mother #sister
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My Mom's Not Home... But Would I Do?
John came to massage Rene.
But instead, he found her daughter Heather.
She was naked and waiting.
But instead, he found her daughter Heather.
She was naked and waiting.
#daughter
#fiction
#home
#mother
#sex
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A Malady They Say
I am sometimes someone else to her,
She calls me by a nephew’s name,
then asks why I never come around.
She stops mid-sentence, points, and asks me
to call a visitor who just passed
the door, a relative, now long dead.
Her day is a tapestry of giggles,
there is no plot in the TV show,
only laughter, the clink of plates
as actors eat, a grin on the screen
draws out her own; she pats a chair for
me to share in her moment, her meal.
It is a malady, they say, one only those
around her suffer...
She calls me by a nephew’s name,
then asks why I never come around.
She stops mid-sentence, points, and asks me
to call a visitor who just passed
the door, a relative, now long dead.
Her day is a tapestry of giggles,
there is no plot in the TV show,
only laughter, the clink of plates
as actors eat, a grin on the screen
draws out her own; she pats a chair for
me to share in her moment, her meal.
It is a malady, they say, one only those
around her suffer...
#aging
#mother
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