Poems for and About Parents by Top Critiquers
#parent
Poems for and about parents by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
The way you're going
Your parents have an issue and you live in constant pain
Your atmosphere is darkness as you begin to go insane
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
You hear the words of wisdom as you practice what you tell
You follow your parents teachings, as they threaten you to hell
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
My advice to you, is to follow what's in your heart
For if you don't, you'll be finished before you ever start
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
Your atmosphere is darkness as you begin to go insane
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
You hear the words of wisdom as you practice what you tell
You follow your parents teachings, as they threaten you to hell
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
My advice to you, is to follow what's in your heart
For if you don't, you'll be finished before you ever start
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
#LifeStruggles
#manipulation
#parent
#religion
#rhyming
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6 Comments
Mama
My daughter.
My purple rose.
You are going to have trials
And tribulations.
You are going to have sincere
Smiles and adorations.
You will give your love freely
And it affects you deeply.
Your tears will fall with
Seemingly no end.
The night will call to you
Looking for you to bend.
What I will say to you
With all my heart.
There is reason for you
From the very start.
I needed to love.
I needed to heal.
I needed your...
My purple rose.
You are going to have trials
And tribulations.
You are going to have sincere
Smiles and adorations.
You will give your love freely
And it affects you deeply.
Your tears will fall with
Seemingly no end.
The night will call to you
Looking for you to bend.
What I will say to you
With all my heart.
There is reason for you
From the very start.
I needed to love.
I needed to heal.
I needed your...
#love
#MothersDay
#parent
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21 Comments
IT WAS HOT THAT NIGHT
#parent
#pregnancy
#sex
196 reads
8 Comments
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
#aging
#family
#grief #parent
#grief #parent
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19 Comments
The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
259 reads
8 Comments
In Observance of Cole Slaw
My Mom made great cole slaw
Fresh ingredients
Chopped perfectly
Consistency right on
I was always thrilled when she made it
Told her often how much I liked it
She didn’t make it often
But when she did ….
Only 2 places equal hers
One is across the street
I don’t try to compare anymore
Just look to the heavens and smile
Fresh ingredients
Chopped perfectly
Consistency right on
I was always thrilled when she made it
Told her often how much I liked it
She didn’t make it often
But when she did ….
Only 2 places equal hers
One is across the street
I don’t try to compare anymore
Just look to the heavens and smile
#love
#mother
#parent
#family
#memories
505 reads
24 Comments
Wilderness
Lost in the dark
torn apart by
razor sharp
allegations
they put the
blame on me?
pointing fingers
make me cringe
inside it rages
sick attacks
mental wars
build my walls
bowed my head
closed my eyes
swallowed it
lethal mind
fetal position
dying to finally
find my way home
torn apart by
razor sharp
allegations
they put the
blame on me?
pointing fingers
make me cringe
inside it rages
sick attacks
mental wars
build my walls
bowed my head
closed my eyes
swallowed it
lethal mind
fetal position
dying to finally
find my way home
#parent
#dark
1139 reads
38 Comments
the innocents
what happened to George
Floyd was racist, those police officers
deserve all they get, and yet,
spare a thought for their wives and
their kids are left reeling
at the quite sudden turn of events
Floyd was racist, those police officers
deserve all they get, and yet,
spare a thought for their wives and
their kids are left reeling
at the quite sudden turn of events
#children
#parent
#forgiveness
#family
#racism
406 reads
1 Comment
Litany of a snail
I was fresh from the shower,
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
#mother
#parent
#childhood #death
#childhood #death
545 reads
19 Comments
Fun ways to spend a Sunday evening
Waiting it out
clammy and vomiting
fourteen and learning
how much is too much
it's painful to watch
but so much better
than bubble-wrap
or my best lecture
clammy and vomiting
fourteen and learning
how much is too much
it's painful to watch
but so much better
than bubble-wrap
or my best lecture
#parent
#LifeStruggles
#learning
438 reads
9 Comments
Shame
I have so many metaphors to report
I am your big brother thank you berserker girl
I'm all in this shit now you freak pretender to be hold Jehovah
you better back off her now or I'll unveil you're pathetic habits publicly.'
war Brenden we're with you now
I am your big brother thank you berserker girl
I'm all in this shit now you freak pretender to be hold Jehovah
you better back off her now or I'll unveil you're pathetic habits publicly.'
war Brenden we're with you now
#family
#parent
68 reads
1 Comment
Maria Marlena II
She’s the ache in your heart,
She’s the tears on these cheeks,
She’s the sigh after a long deep breath.
(And the release after “sutyum”.)
She’s the trees dancing in the wind,
And the stillness that remains.
She's the black, defining white,
The flame burning bright,
’Til the last of its light.
She’s the tears on these cheeks,
She’s the sigh after a long deep breath.
(And the release after “sutyum”.)
She’s the trees dancing in the wind,
And the stillness that remains.
She's the black, defining white,
The flame burning bright,
’Til the last of its light.
#daughter
#grief
#love
#parent
#wife
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0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Parents by Top Critiquers