goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Feb 2019 1:52am
17th Feb 2019 1:52am
Indian Mound Woman
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex #erotic
#sex #erotic
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4 Comments
Tigershen
Poem Published
26th Jan 2019 10:29pm
26th Jan 2019 10:29pm
Motherless Suckling
The motherless suckling,
The ugly duckling,
The lost child,
Who lost his mother's apron strings,
Waiting for the cherubs to sing,
Segmented by the semen of a fatherless haven,
Taste my poison,
Swallow it whole,
Carve my callous outpourings,
Drown me in deathly glee,
Entrust the gods of reinvention,
Quite simply i hate being me,
My skin , a fleshy carcass of a life,
Merely existing,
Dont chase the mirage, ...
The ugly duckling,
The lost child,
Who lost his mother's apron strings,
Waiting for the cherubs to sing,
Segmented by the semen of a fatherless haven,
Taste my poison,
Swallow it whole,
Carve my callous outpourings,
Drown me in deathly glee,
Entrust the gods of reinvention,
Quite simply i hate being me,
My skin , a fleshy carcass of a life,
Merely existing,
Dont chase the mirage, ...
#birth
#motherhood
#childhood #LifeCycle
#childhood #LifeCycle
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Dec 2018 10:04am
21st Dec 2018 10:04am
a great man
The Great Man
Harry Lesly Smith was born poor in a slum
he had no education but rose above because
he was of a sunny nature.
I read excerpts from his book (he wrote several)
and he expresses himself in a pure working class
vernacular way and since he was not a famous
literate one thinks his book sells modestly.
I too was born in the slum and Homes, finally
ending my boyhood at a farm for the rebellious.
By nature, I’m five minutes before midnight
and tend to see the darker colour of the time
we live in, these the last hours...
Harry Lesly Smith was born poor in a slum
he had no education but rose above because
he was of a sunny nature.
I read excerpts from his book (he wrote several)
and he expresses himself in a pure working class
vernacular way and since he was not a famous
literate one thinks his book sells modestly.
I too was born in the slum and Homes, finally
ending my boyhood at a farm for the rebellious.
By nature, I’m five minutes before midnight
and tend to see the darker colour of the time
we live in, these the last hours...
#teens
#motherhood
#marriage
#aging
#luck
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Medinda
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2018 00:23am
23rd Aug 2018 00:23am
Another Day
Epiphany at Tiffany's
Breakfast in bed
C'mon sleepy head
Face what you dred
Wake up the children
Shake, rattle and roll
Don't miss the bus
You'll be late for school
Pull on my boots
Made for working in the cold
Hands getting splinters
Face is getting old
Pull off the layers
Coffee in hand
Forget all my cares
Go by the plans
Precision and skill
Perfection complete
Kind of getting hungry
Don't know what to eat
Wonder if I'll make it
Get home in time
Kids off the bus
In...
Breakfast in bed
C'mon sleepy head
Face what you dred
Wake up the children
Shake, rattle and roll
Don't miss the bus
You'll be late for school
Pull on my boots
Made for working in the cold
Hands getting splinters
Face is getting old
Pull off the layers
Coffee in hand
Forget all my cares
Go by the plans
Precision and skill
Perfection complete
Kind of getting hungry
Don't know what to eat
Wonder if I'll make it
Get home in time
Kids off the bus
In...
#motherhood
#rhyming
#memories
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Jul 2018 8:25am
29th Jul 2018 8:25am
happy ending
A happy ending for some
A group of middle age women are waiting at the airport
they are well to do women who have made their own money
broken the glass ceiling and are at the top of their profession.
When they were young, they had no time for children
the struggle to get to the top was hard.
We steal everything from Africa even their children.
The babies are from the Christian part of Sudan they will have a good life
and all the toys the never had, get a good education.
There they are the tiny tots, and there are tears of joy, the women
are...
A group of middle age women are waiting at the airport
they are well to do women who have made their own money
broken the glass ceiling and are at the top of their profession.
When they were young, they had no time for children
the struggle to get to the top was hard.
We steal everything from Africa even their children.
The babies are from the Christian part of Sudan they will have a good life
and all the toys the never had, get a good education.
There they are the tiny tots, and there are tears of joy, the women
are...
#birth
#motherhood
#marriage
#childhood
#aging
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
12th May 2018 12:04pm
12th May 2018 12:04pm
she
she
the one with a smile on her face and
sparkle in her eye
she
the one with an extent of depth that
makes the ocean shy
she
the one who soothes the hearts and minds yet
hers silently cries
she
the one who was once a bud and now
with beasts she does fight
She
the cleansing and soothing rain that heals
all the hearts of blight
she
the one who bore the world but now the
world has lost her sight
She
who began a life her own and now
others are...
the one with a smile on her face and
sparkle in her eye
she
the one with an extent of depth that
makes the ocean shy
she
the one who soothes the hearts and minds yet
hers silently cries
she
the one who was once a bud and now
with beasts she does fight
She
the cleansing and soothing rain that heals
all the hearts of blight
she
the one who bore the world but now the
world has lost her sight
She
who began a life her own and now
others are...
#mother
#BestFriend
#motherhood #MothersDay
#motherhood #MothersDay
1064 reads
12 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Apr 2018 00:30am
7th Apr 2018 00:30am
Don't Turn the Light Out Yet
I look at your beautiful face.
I don't want the light turned out yet.
There's still so much to do and see.
Please, don't let it be over yet.
I'm still hoping and waiting for
That kiss that might never come,
The kind of kiss that makes
Planets collide and stars weep,
That can only come from true love.
I have so much to do
I haven't done yet.
I finally might have figured out
The secret to being happy.
I want a few years to test out
My theory.
I look at your beautiful face.
You are always and...
I don't want the light turned out yet.
There's still so much to do and see.
Please, don't let it be over yet.
I'm still hoping and waiting for
That kiss that might never come,
The kind of kiss that makes
Planets collide and stars weep,
That can only come from true love.
I have so much to do
I haven't done yet.
I finally might have figured out
The secret to being happy.
I want a few years to test out
My theory.
I look at your beautiful face.
You are always and...
#love
#hope
#motherhood #Christmas
#motherhood #Christmas
628 reads
2 Comments
Ms-Krissy
Poem Published
6th Mar 2018 5:40am
6th Mar 2018 5:40am
I Am Only Two
Mommy I have some things to say to you.
Just a few reminders.
For when you get frusterated with me,
Remember I still have a lot of learning left to do.
I am only two.
Sometimes I notice you get angry,
When I do wrong or act a certain way.
Instead of getting upset with me,
Please remember to take the time to talk to me,
Instead of just taking items away.
At my age it is important for you to explain.
I am only two.
Mommy I am still learning each day.
Please also remember to notice when I do good things,
Even on...
Just a few reminders.
For when you get frusterated with me,
Remember I still have a lot of learning left to do.
I am only two.
Sometimes I notice you get angry,
When I do wrong or act a certain way.
Instead of getting upset with me,
Please remember to take the time to talk to me,
Instead of just taking items away.
At my age it is important for you to explain.
I am only two.
Mommy I am still learning each day.
Please also remember to notice when I do good things,
Even on...
#motherhood
528 reads
6 Comments
QuinnARichardson
Poem Published
9th Jan 2018 11:44am
9th Jan 2018 11:44am
The Gift To Create
I lay in my bed, my heart so full
My baby girl nursing at my breast
She is so very loved as I watch her eating right on schedule.
She is my gift of many years of infertility
God is good!
His miracles, his love, to create to our ability.
My baby girl nursing at my breast
She is so very loved as I watch her eating right on schedule.
She is my gift of many years of infertility
God is good!
His miracles, his love, to create to our ability.
#birth
#motherhood
#childhood
1554 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2017 8:34am
2nd Dec 2017 8:34am
termination
Abortion
A pregnant woman can do as she likes, yes, I too believe
In a woman`s right; but a pregnant woman has the responsibility
of a new life growing inside her and it is paramount that
the beginning of life has the right to be born.
It is often single, uneducated women who get into the predicament
instead of making her into a killer, we should help to give her
economic help so she and her child can live with dignity.
Women who are busy breaking the glass ceiling when finding
themselves pregnant have an abortion as a matter of course,...
A pregnant woman can do as she likes, yes, I too believe
In a woman`s right; but a pregnant woman has the responsibility
of a new life growing inside her and it is paramount that
the beginning of life has the right to be born.
It is often single, uneducated women who get into the predicament
instead of making her into a killer, we should help to give her
economic help so she and her child can live with dignity.
Women who are busy breaking the glass ceiling when finding
themselves pregnant have an abortion as a matter of course,...
#children
#women
#motherhood
#metaphor
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
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