Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Journal entry - Please Come Sweet Death
Journal entry for December 17, 2024
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
#death
#lust
#motherhood
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
17th Dec 2024 3:24pm
Seasons of Lust
Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.
Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
#death
#LifeCycle
#lust
#motherhood
#teens
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 11:31am
12th Dec 2024 11:31am
Redemption
My 26 year-old daughter has bought
a Christmas tree. She stands
at the stove, stirring sausage
and parmesan cheese into scrambled eggs.
It’s that time of the month when food
is scarce, but my daughter
has a knack for making meals
out of sparse ingredients.
I sit with my 3 month-old granddaughter
who rests in her swing.
We play pat-a-cake, then I roll her legs
like the wheels of a choo-choo train.
My daughter comes
to sit next to us at the table,
a jigsaw puzzle spread out
upon its surface. ...
a Christmas tree. She stands
at the stove, stirring sausage
and parmesan cheese into scrambled eggs.
It’s that time of the month when food
is scarce, but my daughter
has a knack for making meals
out of sparse ingredients.
I sit with my 3 month-old granddaughter
who rests in her swing.
We play pat-a-cake, then I roll her legs
like the wheels of a choo-choo train.
My daughter comes
to sit next to us at the table,
a jigsaw puzzle spread out
upon its surface. ...
#family
#love
#motherhood
60 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 1:37am
12th Dec 2024 1:37am
I JUST WANT YOU TO THINK
It's me again the story teller of unspoken WORDS ✍️. For sure I just want you to know and think for thyself, 🤔 for what I want to know from you 🤔 do you know what you want and need, 🤔 or do you continue to just settle for what you don't want or need to sustain your own life. 🙏 For sure I see your thoughts process, turning in the deepness of your own SUBCONSCIOUSNESS OF YOUR MIND 🧠 LET'S dive deeper into the deepness of your own thoughts, and insight and feelings 😞 into the outer limits, of your own mind thoughts...
#BestFriend
#fatherhood
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 10:16pm
9th Dec 2024 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
59 reads
3 Comments
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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1 Comment
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
91 reads
4 Comments
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
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
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
145 reads
2 Comments
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