goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 3:00am
21st Jan 2021 3:00am
Samantha in Tundraland - Rewrite
Samantha in Tundraland
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic...
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic...
#love
#motherhood
#romantic
#environment
#scifi
369 reads
7 Comments
Nycewitit
Poem Published
28th Dec 2020 5:58pm
28th Dec 2020 5:58pm
I Cried For You ©
Who will cry for the little girl?
I will....
I will....
#motherhood
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
591 reads
3 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
Mum Sample!
On mummy day we just jubiliate..
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
432 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 2:55pm
24th Nov 2020 2:55pm
his first love
His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
#birth
#motherhood
#marriage
#fate
#aging
274 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 10:58am
8th Sep 2020 10:58am
once a dog
Once a dog
my dog has
has been dead a long time now
but I think of her every day.
I have to give her eternal life dogs have no heaven or a saint by the gate asking:
have been a good dog
and eat the leftovers the humans gave you?
Woof.
I big lie of, course; she slept on the sofa when I went to bed.
What about the hairs on the couch,
she looked another way as to say, nothing to do with me.
Fifteen years we had together she spoiled me rotten.
Took me for walks in the woods kept me fit a fine figure
of a man, she could...
my dog has
has been dead a long time now
but I think of her every day.
I have to give her eternal life dogs have no heaven or a saint by the gate asking:
have been a good dog
and eat the leftovers the humans gave you?
Woof.
I big lie of, course; she slept on the sofa when I went to bed.
What about the hairs on the couch,
she looked another way as to say, nothing to do with me.
Fifteen years we had together she spoiled me rotten.
Took me for walks in the woods kept me fit a fine figure
of a man, she could...
#motherhood
#death
#aging #LookingForLove
#aging #LookingForLove
461 reads
1 Comment
Sweetypop
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 4:37am
19th Aug 2020 4:37am
The world you see
Today is the day your mom hears
your first cry!!
Today is the day you were seeing the
world out of your mother's womb!!
The days, months, years passes
along with your age & side by
you are getting growth!!
May this special day begins & brings
with your dreams come true &
fly with colours of victory!!
This special day brings you
the real people in the future and
let you get drowned in happiness!!!
Happy Birthday dear!!! ❤
your first cry!!
Today is the day you were seeing the
world out of your mother's womb!!
The days, months, years passes
along with your age & side by
you are getting growth!!
May this special day begins & brings
with your dreams come true &
fly with colours of victory!!
This special day brings you
the real people in the future and
let you get drowned in happiness!!!
Happy Birthday dear!!! ❤
#happiness
#birth
#motherhood
#birthday
#memories
341 reads
2 Comments
JaniceRain
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 00:10am
30th Jun 2020 00:10am
Little Man, Where has your hand gone
Little Man, where has your hand gone?
That small hand slipped into mine
as we walked together.
That small hand gently placed on my cheek
as you look into my face with love and concern.
That small hand laid upon my head
as you prayed for me.
Little Man, where have you gone?
That small hand got a little bigger and wrote me songs.
That young hand experimented with food
and cooked amazing things for me.
That young hand patted my back
when I hugged you too long.
That young hand packed your things
and drove away in your...
That small hand slipped into mine
as we walked together.
That small hand gently placed on my cheek
as you look into my face with love and concern.
That small hand laid upon my head
as you prayed for me.
Little Man, where have you gone?
That small hand got a little bigger and wrote me songs.
That young hand experimented with food
and cooked amazing things for me.
That young hand patted my back
when I hugged you too long.
That young hand packed your things
and drove away in your...
#motherhood
#memories
#son
395 reads
9 Comments
Jofec
Omei
Omei
Poem Published
10th May 2020 9:48am
10th May 2020 9:48am
Happy sad Mother’s Day
To those mothers who don’t have their kids and never get a gift on Mother’s Day
I want to give you all this little poem
to let you know
You not alone
I’m hurting just like you .
For some it’s filled with love
Kisses hugs and gifts
Happy smiling faces
A happy Mother’s Day it is
thats only the way the day is
for the mums
who still have their kids .
For me this day is pain
I’m a mother and on this day I suffer
Today is not like the others
There’s no relief on this one day ...
I want to give you all this little poem
to let you know
You not alone
I’m hurting just like you .
For some it’s filled with love
Kisses hugs and gifts
Happy smiling faces
A happy Mother’s Day it is
thats only the way the day is
for the mums
who still have their kids .
For me this day is pain
I’m a mother and on this day I suffer
Today is not like the others
There’s no relief on this one day ...
#sadness
#mother
#children
#motherhood
#memories
446 reads
2 Comments
Lagertha
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
ESSENCE of the SUNDANCER
Herein the forest seeded by my ancestral blood of (the Numa). Sononi',(Shoshone).
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
#birth
#motherhood
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
601 reads
19 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 11:28am
8th Mar 2020 11:28am
FLOTSAM
Walking barefoot
through cold wet sand,
Orion’s belt sparkles above,
calm seas softly sigh
as plovers cry the call of night.
Billy hides in fright in bed
his pillow over his head,
she said she’d be back soon,
she left this afternoon.
Climbing smooth boulders,
resting feet amongst broken shells,
clouds hide the Southern Cross,
branches sway with rustling leaves,
foxes scavenge through overflowing bins.
Billy gets up, turns on the light,
she never goes out alone at night,
getting a...
through cold wet sand,
Orion’s belt sparkles above,
calm seas softly sigh
as plovers cry the call of night.
Billy hides in fright in bed
his pillow over his head,
she said she’d be back soon,
she left this afternoon.
Climbing smooth boulders,
resting feet amongst broken shells,
clouds hide the Southern Cross,
branches sway with rustling leaves,
foxes scavenge through overflowing bins.
Billy gets up, turns on the light,
she never goes out alone at night,
getting a...
#motherhood
#childhood
#MentalHealth
361 reads
1 Comment
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 7:41pm
21st Feb 2020 7:41pm
Born
the first shrieking cry
as light touches the small frame
parenthood is born
as light touches the small frame
parenthood is born
#happiness
#children
#motherhood
#fatherhood
#haiku
574 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 3:36am
10th Feb 2020 3:36am
For A Dragon In Winter
A dragon in Winter is glorified,
In snow shingles hung on her draft’d wings.
Above the rafters where her victims hide,
Her brittle shadow coveted by kings.
Before this time of year she had a mate,
A dragon in Winter is glorified.
The tiny prince in slumber as he waits,
Is gently rock’d by mother as she’ll glide.
And then she finds a cave both deep & wide,
Ten knights go out to kill her noble Heath’.
A dragon in Winter is glorified,
To strip him to the bone to sell the meat.
In coinage of the realm...
In snow shingles hung on her draft’d wings.
Above the rafters where her victims hide,
Her brittle shadow coveted by kings.
Before this time of year she had a mate,
A dragon in Winter is glorified.
The tiny prince in slumber as he waits,
Is gently rock’d by mother as she’ll glide.
And then she finds a cave both deep & wide,
Ten knights go out to kill her noble Heath’.
A dragon in Winter is glorified,
To strip him to the bone to sell the meat.
In coinage of the realm...
#motherhood
#death
#winter
#snow
#dragons
705 reads
14 Comments
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