Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 10:16pm
Today 10:16pm
SPIRITUAL POWER OF A WOMAN
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I would like to take a moment of your time, to give my own utmost respect to all the women's of the world. 🌎 For sure if it wasn't for a strong 💪woman there wouldn't be a strong man. THAT is willing to stand and fight as a strong man. Building a strong relationship with a strong, foundation of steel and stones. 🪨 THAT together they shall always stand side by side. For sure I give them the upmost honor with respect, for if wasn't for a woman we as men could not even EXIST....
#BestFriend
#childhood
#fatherhood
#friendship
#motherhood
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:45pm
7th Dec 2024 8:45pm
From a different perspective
Question about what you think and believe that what you see 👁️👁️ For have you ever seen through the eyes of nature, as it sometimes is a reflection of life, told from a different perspective of a mother and child 🙏 For sure there are some similarity that really reflects, the deepness of the moments of birth, from a WOLF mother's eyes watching over her young child, supporting them and to teach them how to survive 😔 in life. But yet it's here in the nature zone, in the mountains and tree's in the forest life is very different. HERE from the outside...
#animals
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#motherhood
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
It's a blessing to be loved
How often do you wish that you finally met someone, who has the same passion as you have to be able, and willing to share there life and love with you 💕 As with respect and honor and support, and understanding involving that realness of honesty truth and trust. 😉 But yet in these days and times, that's 😞 not seems it's gonna happen, due to the deepness of the heart. Along with the deepness of the pain, that has been broken like tiny pieces of broken shatter glass. Yet they have said that no one is sent to you, by chance or accident. 🤔 FOR it's with these kind...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#marriage
#motherhood
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
What do you think
WE are still going through the same situations now, that has been created by us and the government, by the form of pure separation, as if enough is not enough to continue. TO stand and tolerate the deepness of our the hurt and pain, that seems to be able to keep us occupied with the nonsense. Along with drama and destruction of massive form of real separation. 🤨Against you and me as a family, for the togetherness of real value of ourselves. FROM the past few years. When we had the family, structure of rebuilding our lives. For how many of us remember, what it was like when we stood...
#birth
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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cantocinque
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 6:46pm
17th Nov 2024 6:46pm
Iris Eileen
young lark delights
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
grown lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
finding home
in spirit’s hands
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
grown lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
finding home
in spirit’s hands
#childhood
#death
#motherhood
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 4:01am
16th Nov 2024 4:01am
STOP OVER THINKING
Stop over thinking about the things, that you have no real control over, when you try to work against a system, that is against you. 😞 Stop over thinking about the things that keep you up, till the wee hours when you are losing precious time ⌚ to sleep. 😴 Stop over thinking of ways to be able to share, your thoughts without defending and denying, thyself
how you feel and think of your own insight and feelings. 🤨JUST be thyself for why should you have to change, your way that you THINK and feel, about the betterment of your own life. 🧐 Stop over...
how you feel and think of your own insight and feelings. 🤨JUST be thyself for why should you have to change, your way that you THINK and feel, about the betterment of your own life. 🧐 Stop over...
#BestFriend
#fatherhood
#friendship
#lover
#motherhood
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 12:54pm
10th Nov 2024 12:54pm
A Daughter Drifting
In the quiet of her daughter’s bedroom, she sat with shades drawn.
Looking down at her hands she questioned God.
How does a treasure, so fiercely guarded, slip through open fingers?
The lips of my child that once whispered prayers at this bedside
now give pleasure to the unworthy. How can flesh of my flesh
yield with such ease to the fickle dance of an adolescent boy’s desire?
What were her prayers at the moment of his coming? Were they
prayers for grace or of thanksgiving?
Did she feel pleasure or sadness?
These are the...
Looking down at her hands she questioned God.
How does a treasure, so fiercely guarded, slip through open fingers?
The lips of my child that once whispered prayers at this bedside
now give pleasure to the unworthy. How can flesh of my flesh
yield with such ease to the fickle dance of an adolescent boy’s desire?
What were her prayers at the moment of his coming? Were they
prayers for grace or of thanksgiving?
Did she feel pleasure or sadness?
These are the...
#college
#love
#motherhood #sex
#motherhood #sex
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 1:15pm
7th Nov 2024 1:15pm
Roadkill Prayer
As I passed by where her body lay, a silent prayer I shared,
Who felt the ripple of her death on this morning's gentle air?
Were there fawns yet to be mothered, lives she’ll leave untouched?
What dreams lived within her, now forever crushed?
Would she have chosen differently if choice were hers to make?
A noble end by hunter's bow, a fate she'd gladly take?
Or did she dream of tender love, a young buck's bounding lust.
in her final breath today, she began her path toward dust.
Who felt the ripple of her death on this morning's gentle air?
Were there fawns yet to be mothered, lives she’ll leave untouched?
What dreams lived within her, now forever crushed?
Would she have chosen differently if choice were hers to make?
A noble end by hunter's bow, a fate she'd gladly take?
Or did she dream of tender love, a young buck's bounding lust.
in her final breath today, she began her path toward dust.
#death
#love
#lust #motherhood
#lust #motherhood
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 10:26pm
3rd Nov 2024 10:26pm
WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING
They say when you have something else, that you've never had before. DUE to the fact that there was no real commitment, and consistency of honesty and truth and trust. But yet you were willing to give it a chance, just to see how much of the words hold TRUTH. 🤨 FOR it's true what they say, knowone is sent to you by chance 💕 or accident 😞 FOR it is the cycle of life. Yet soon you will find out the truth, when we encounter someone, who doesn't have the ability to understand, the true meaning of real communications. Between a woman and man or man to woman who is going...
#aging
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#LookingForLove
#motherhood
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oldmanG
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 1:40am
31st Oct 2024 1:40am
Childless(cat) lady
Childless lady
Maybe she is barren but she wants one
Couple goes to the clinic hoping they can deliver
IVF recipe gives dreams to the unecumberded
Get home late didn’t see the text
All I see is I’m becoming a mother
Go to the hospital with dreams realized
On the way turn on the radio they said
IVF is against the law
So we go back to the family home
All that greets us is our Cats
Maybe she is barren but she wants one
Couple goes to the clinic hoping they can deliver
IVF recipe gives dreams to the unecumberded
Get home late didn’t see the text
All I see is I’m becoming a mother
Go to the hospital with dreams realized
On the way turn on the radio they said
IVF is against the law
So we go back to the family home
All that greets us is our Cats
#motherhood
#oppression
#responsibility
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 1:40pm
30th Oct 2024 1:40pm
The Demons I Have Welcomed
I stand alone, a mother,
with a heart torn since my youth.
My child, my flesh, was swept away by demons
That I have welcomed.
I have passed through nights
Filled with lust and its satisfaction.
I have sought comfort in arms
Not mine to keep.
My child is now in another's care
While I dance with shadows.
My choices, like thorns,
Fill me for the moment
But leave emptiness after piercing.
True love must be like stars
That prick the sky,
Distant and untamed,
While I rush to a fleeting night's flame ...
with a heart torn since my youth.
My child, my flesh, was swept away by demons
That I have welcomed.
I have passed through nights
Filled with lust and its satisfaction.
I have sought comfort in arms
Not mine to keep.
My child is now in another's care
While I dance with shadows.
My choices, like thorns,
Fill me for the moment
But leave emptiness after piercing.
True love must be like stars
That prick the sky,
Distant and untamed,
While I rush to a fleeting night's flame ...
#morality
#motherhood
#sex
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