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The scent of sporadically yellow, acidic-rotten lemons  with a hint of fresh peppermint leaf in the air   In the bright summer of ‘82, the beaming light of the sun grazes upon
The scent of sporadically yellow, acidic-rotten lemons  with a hint of fresh peppermint leaf in the air.   In the bright summer of ‘82,
My mother and I,  We always had a strong relationship.  My earliest memories are with her,  every piano recital, every family trip,
My mother and I,  We always had a strong relationship.  My earliest memories are with her,  every piano recital, every family trip,
My mother and I,  We always had a strong relationship.  My earliest memories are with her,  every piano recital, every family trip,
If people ask me if you're still alive, my answer will be no.You became sick and left this earth over ten years ago.Since you died, eleven Mother's Days have come around.
If people ask me if you're still alive, my answer will be no.You became sick and left this earth over ten years ago.Since you died, eleven Mother's Days have come around.
When I start to die, I look to the sky I’m shaking and crying and I don’t know why And that’s the worst part Because how can I explain what i don’t even know  
the air is thick with sky its heaviness settles over me and there is no telling where you end  and i begin   with just one step careless or careful I could submerge into you
The earth that's given Is earth that's taketh
                                   Queen Elizabeth II is dead The whole world seems to be wailing, mourning
You were a very special and unique person until you passed away.If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday.You were honest, unselfish and sincere.You should've won Mother Of The Year.  
Mom, you are the Rosa Mystica in real look at all you've done for me, it's not worth it for me to revere the dead, when there are people around like you who continue to think of my happiness.
Gently touch her, gently care,For the day may come — swiftly whenThat endless cruel knockingon doors bolted from the insideDies down and turns intogray silence.
Today is Mother's Day of 2022.But I can not spend it with you.You died over nine years ago.Love was what you once showed.Many people celebrate this day.But in 2013, you passed away.
I visited my mother just yesterday For far too long I had stayed away Frail and weak on a hospital bed Smiling while knowing what lay ahead   Still in there, my mother of the past
Femme, femme, ô gentille femme Mon amour, ma fleur, mon entame Dans mon calepin journalier
What I'm saying about you isn't hard for others to understand.You were my mother and until March of 2013, I was a lucky man.But you died on March the 6th of 2013 and I ran out of luck.
O mother of nightingales O constellation curator She who sweetly sings the sunset Kiss beneath that good moon night That dark pale night light Clasp your hands on my life The waning of my soul
(For my autistic, non-verbak son Hassan)
Because three times of confrontation is not enough  Because your marriage is not enough  Because your daughter isn't enough     
  They are someone's mother Like our mothers, they also gave birth to a child Maybe they dreamed that  Their child will take care of them in old age
Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished.The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.You were such a great person because you cared.
I Really... “ Wish You Were Still Here !!! “ Because of Those Years When You Filled My Ears... With Words of Wisdom And of... LOVE... When You Chose To Be The Type Who’d See...
A moment gives life Twists us to pain Grants us reward Redemption A moment strips us of dreams not yet had And sure enough we can all fall in collective defeat
Hands made of bronze steel braided at the knuckles with soot and rust  heels coated with a poultice of clay  night drenched skin 
A woman of worth greater than rubies Never failing to fulfill her duties Through cold and drought it is no matter
Thank you! For being the moon in my dark nights, A good afternoon in the bad days, The best mom as always... The rest can't fit in this page, You don't get tired with age. None won't be as real as you,
Left, right, under, and pull We tighten our knots woven with steel fibers Around our bosoms As to defy the wayward cyclopes from intruding And to protect our childing innards
Happy Mothers Day! Writer:John Greenleaf Reciter:Myin Uddin  
This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
I never see you anymore. The smell of it filters in. It comforts me, Representing all that might've been.   You were like a river. So is this blue: Resilient, persistent, dangerous,
dear mom why do you  hate me so i need you here with me but all you do is go
i waited for you day in day out you promised you'd come but you never showed
How an addict always hurries worries where the next fix comes from worries which of these tricks furry to run ya hunt ya they all want ya- fun stuff
My life, defined by a roller coaster of trials and tribulationsLike the prisoner, thrown in a lion’s pit, unprotected and vulnerableImbroglio in a maze of hardships and adversityClouded by the “fatal prejudice” of humanity. Dragged and chained by
The leaves gathered in the lifeless ground, While the wind danced around. I stood there looking at the scene, Thinking my life was like a machine.   
“Good night you two, I love you.  You can stay up, Just promise me you’ll stay in your room, okay?”  Father said   
Oh, Mother, how I miss you so, you left so long ago. Why did you have to leave? You know that I can not breathe. You left a big hole in my heart. But I must continue to be smart.
  The fact is that you did not raise me  You neglected me  You betrayed me You left me there to figure it all out on my own
My mother didn’t cry anymore; she hadn’t since the first night I saw them in the rocking chair.   “Benjamin,” she told me, “That’s his name.”   “How wonderful,” I thought.   
My mom is my biggest inspiration. She's been to hell and back again and again. Following the systematic lifestyle that she was "destined". Her support is unfaltering, Her love is unwavering.  
These hands. These hands hold so much. These hands can hold the world, a heart, the power. So much counts on these hands, your hands, and yours.
You are the tiniest blossom blossomed inside of me  Your roots so deep in the dark recesses of the soul   You are the blossoming  of a new season an entirely new spring
   We talk about the time before and we live in the time after but there is not much that grows there anymore Because nothing ever grew, but sometimes
   We talk about the time before and we live in the time after but there is not much that grows there anymore Because nothing ever grew, but sometimes
Today I’m here and tomorrow you are not. Do you remember why we fought? You’re right, I’m wrong; you didn’t give it another thought. You stand firm and strong, your faith can’t be bought.
Eyes that's seen the offerings of the world       Legs with potential to jump           Feet that could walk to hidden treasures                Yet settled in a garden under sun 
Mother, You gave me life, You gave me love, You gave me confidence, Mother, You pulled away from me, Mother, You left me for something else, You disappeared for years,
The butterflies wings flutter The volume of a helicopter The knife fell from the butter Clank on the kitchen floor She only wants her Mother
When I was young, each day was so incredibly filled with possibility.Each moment burst with fresh emotion so bright and furious that it burned out all feelings prior to it.
I believe that you appreciate me I believe that you will love me unconditionally  I believe that you will love me without regrets I believe that you raised me the best way you can
Be careful, my child, when you go outside to play. For there are bad people, Evil people, Who find their fun in stealing little girls like you away.
Painted walls, guide my rough fingertips Cracked movements trip my aloof mind, Feeling distinct Familiar even, A cool autumn breeze runs up my spine, Prickling my skin into reality.  
Did I hear you?So early eyes still shut,Leaping up from a deep slumber,Conversing so calm,Wanting to tell me,All that is unsaid, The pain in your voice,I hear with my heart.
You were the one who held my hand, You scooped me up and protected me.    On nights that I could no longer stand,  You would hold me until my crying stopped.   
  troops surrounded the palace corpses of soldiers strewn all about the place carrying the only heir in her womb Hemangini travelled through a journey where the sight of future is unknown
In the iris of one’s eyes, I can see far into the soul. And what I see brings no sighs.   Your strength and faith isn’t a knoll,
Longing is such an apt word. The physical space between us is now uncomfortably far. Your presence is the early morning fog on a cool fall morning;
I was twelve and rebellious, far from God and home at curfew, and my mother worried. Of course, the logical way for any modern mother to solve her daughter's issues-
When I would go to the store as a child I would always grab something off the shelf and my mom would have the same conversation every time. The same patience in her eyes. The same faded smile.
I just wanna let you know You mean the world to me, Only a mind cool as yours Can give me anything unselfishly.
I just wanna let you know You mean the world to me, Only a mind cool as yours Can give me anything unselfishly.
I can’t go in. The smell of medicine that isn’t working, Desperately masked by overwhelming sanitizer that stings my nose as I inhale. No sunlight makes its way through the windows.
I came downstairs crying one night When I was a little girl Because I was scared That someone I love would die, Would get sick and die,
My mothers name means JOY. She brings a smile to my face every time she would sing me to sleep. She brings JOY when she makes me Chapathis by hand, and roasts them over a slow flame.
Be gentle with my heart, Love, It’s a fragile little thing. 
Those days when we were children Sometimes I reminisce About if we could repeat them  And all the naps I’ve missed   The pillow fights the cookie mouse And running in the breeze
You do not need a second job My mother used to say But ma I’ve got this mouth to feed And bills I’ve got to pay.      Isn’t one enough for you To land you on your feet?
Today is a day filled with cheer. This is a day that comes only once a year. This is the day you were born. The day when sadness had been torn. Torn into pieces that you could never put together.
Wondering where can I start but What beginning is better than from the heart  For over a decade, everything was fine No complaints, was living life, disregarding time Growing up in the projects never made a difference to me Because love from my mo
No One’s Coming   I wish that time would stop again.   Lying still in perfect darkness, bundled up in illness and discomfort.
December 7th , 2011. 
My mother always caressed my hands, and I was always warmer than her. It was hard for me to understand, but warm hands are what most people prefer.  
They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, But I have tried so hard to just be free. Trapped in the life that was killing me.
The mother walked into her home, Not expecting her story to be told in a poem.   But her life took a turn that day, There was no way
My mother carried me around the same way she carried her purse; Right by her side, hanging off her shoulder. The only catch- you can't be emotionally available to a purse.  
You fail to realize the destruction seen in my tears, Of everything you put me through in my adolescent years. Finding it hard to see past the drink; Never taking the time to reconsider and to think.  
I am not worth your time, Not worth your love Your affection Your effort Your praise Your care  
To My Sons Who Are My Suns All the men in my sons’ lives are ins some type of bondage I look for a better tomorrow, but can’t find it
It was seven years ago when you celebrated your final Mother's Day.We had to bury you ten months later when you passed away.Before you became ill, your death wasn't something that our family anticipated.
Mother I hated to watch you while you stood Back then, age 9, I knew what was going on. Always falling for the man of sophistication and
  18 years I’ve spent living without you. Dreams where you are present are irrelevant and you are no longer someone I miss...wanting. I spent  17
She told me with a red face. Our silent rage crackled around us like lightning in the rumble before the rain. I heard her whisper- through her teeth,
Who she was dwindled away as the years went on, I didn't really notice then she was gone,  She decieved me, As her eyes crystalized and her words heated me,
The hand I first grabbed within the firstfew moments of my life,The hand I first held into within my firstfew stepsthe hand I held when crossing the street,the hand I held when I was afraid,
I would push myself everyday To walk the streets abandoned by my mother Wrap my words with her lies And sell them as truth She would lend me her voice to call out my demons   
Lying, leaning, laying on. Under grass, on you, and to you too, You lay still, as if the lungs in your chest would burst if you drew a single breath. Maybe they might. Black Feeble Lungs,
Cold wet toes hug the sandpaper edge
Every day flying by numbly, Until the day I decided the numbness coincided with failing to forgive myself I went under it, over it, around it, but never through it because that is where
The world around me has grown. Tulips, Basil, Lilacs;anything imaginable dares to cross my path.However, the Tulips, they haunt me.I try to catch up to them:forever running behind.
I’m constantly reminded of you when I look at my daughters face,  I picture you in heaven, a different world, a better place, Your personality is reborn through the innocence of my children, 
She wore her heart on her shoulder. Playing her part as a mother. Betrothed to herself in a world unsettled. Married to a ghost. Creating magic from each step she took. She worked to her peak of new life. And loved a lamb in her womb.
I would like to look at the sky, but the starsopen my blood and disturbthe verses on the mouths of the dead:
There are some boys who talk in gamesAfter they get hard they say One must remember about his love without blameFirst say I remember my teacher when he was angry You must work you must studyTo make your country above in a way To let the enemy run
There are some boys who talk in gamesAfter they get hard they say One must remember about his love without blameFirst say I remember my teacher when he was angry You must work you must studyTo make your country above in a way To let the enemy run
Reflection September 10, 2018 ~ Monday Wake up one day Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize Are those my eyes or hers
A glistening crown placed on the top of her head Her lioness quality sleeps soundly in a bed She speaks her mind so outspoken her kind is hard to find She guides and leads and gives me direction
I see her, benching more than I weigh as sweat pours out of her pores She says she wants to be strong
Mom  The women whose love is so evident in life lessons, rights, and wrongs  the lesson that was most important was the lesson on how to be strong.    You wrap yourself in a ribbon of pink 
Even when I was small Ignorant of the world Unaware of what real life was, You gave me the strength to face it; To face adversity To face pain To face the unknown. Without your guidance,
The question is... When did you start caring? You never once took action to make sure I was okay You never once asked me how was my day You never once told me it was going to be okay You never once!
She is the clay that molded me. A soul's travel that passed down from mother to daughter. What is bad and what is good, What depends and flows within the gray, Values embedded in DNA.
Most people do not know how much WE look alike. Our simple personalities      connecting through the rough times. eighteen years of seeing YOUrself in
There seems not to be enough time in the day, nor moments where I can offer you my praise. But now that I have taken some time, I simply wish to say,
Love is a song, the most tender kind. A gentle stroke of give and take. A feeling of confusion, an adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.
  I am scared, you hold my hand. I have anxiety, you soothe my fears. I feel overwhelmed, you offer me solutions. I am sad, you make me laugh. I need to talk, you always listen.
Today you are 50 years-old Symbolic of the precious gold   A daughter, a sister, a mother a wife Today is a day to reflect upon your life   Some days you want to cry, some days you live in fear
You taught me about me about life and everything it holds Through the dark windy nights and days so cold   You brushed my hair and wiped my nose While singing a song about my little toes  
She does not sit on a throne But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one   She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
mother you are for life  continously by my side  never failing  with endless love even when mistakes are made constantly present  in my mind and heart thank you for the lessons and strength
Who loves me most Why I am myself Who believes I can conquer the world My mother My confidence My mother My love
Breathe, breathe One, two, three I am a happy daughter Who loves her mother Not a hint of loathing to be found Exhale, exhale I mustn't tell lies Enjoy the way the breeze feels nice 
  I want to see God like my mother does. She welcomes Christ like an old friend, and loves Him as family, but all these saints are strangers to me.  
I stare up at the height of the now lonley, very damaged, fifty-five year old wall. Her once brightly colored bricks now faded, and weathered. She and He made me, just a short 18 years ago.   
  My momma is flash She backstop me and trash  Obstacles, and smash Stuff in my way.   Always behind me She find me, I up or I down.  With ugly homework Her encouragement 
"The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along." Federico Garcia Lorca, Yerma"   This evening I press my ear to your chest, hear the ocean's waves and laughing gulls
I inhale the aroma of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses, occasional whiff of weed ...   Young son's initiation:  cotton candy,
Is there not a bit of an imp in every boy, a puck, a pixie, rascal or sprite   that beguiles more than pesters, teases not torments - molds a mother's heart   and when it reappears
My mother spoke to me in terms of flowers   She spoke to me in sunflowers, Tall, strong, and always reaching upwards   She spoke to me in the stem’s of wild garlic,
From the moment of my birth My first everything was with the fam My ma and pa, my first teachers What do you mean to me? I got my morals from you And so much love to share with the world
I remember every time we went to see my dad my mom listened to Mary J. Blidge while I looked out to the desert and the white windmills wondering why we had to drive so far. I didn’t mind ,
- it's me, your daughter. i don't know what to say to you anymore, because i feel like you've always been able to say it for me, the willows that didn't exist in our yard, the school buses that weren't made for me.
My mother has always been there No matter the situation she'll care. She's been my role model Since I drank from a bottle And we'll always be a pair.  
A smile hiding seams Of frustration, of anger, of annoyance. Never to despair. Never to give in. Such is her power. Watching this,
you carried me. you fed me. you lifted me. you let me grow. i grew away from you. i saw other things, i got caught up in it. you struggled. your eyes bled tears,
Awakening to a senseless breath, a breeze takes over; a simple stroke as yesterday's misfortunes fall back into focus __________ One fork in the road,
Sixteen years, eight months, & two-hundred twenty days. Though it feels like time continues to fade away, what you have taught me throughout my life always stay.  
She laughs because while you see bullets She sees rain persistance is Her umbrella  the whispers of pain and doubt urge Her forward.   The terrain mocks Her ankles She groans as She slips
I keep my poems Close to my heart You told me that I could share them With the world if I really wanted to.  
She is a firefighter.    Putting her life before others.  Putting my life before others. Others don't understand.  Understanding can be difficult when they are apprehensive. 
giver of birth and the reason of me you sacrificed your hunger so i could feed off of your breast you gave up sleep so i could have mine oh how i wish i could remember your face
Hardships of my heart shift The agitated waters of sea now sit The pull of the undertow Is under so Gently fading
Reading the "Giving Tree"again at age twenty-three, made me reflect onmy current anger with my mother.She has been there for mebut as I have grown older, she became the boy and I became the tree.
I was raised to keep my issues bottled I live with a family where communication is a problem Introverted pacifist, avoiding all confrontation When I try to speak, I stutter, failing all articulation
She was toxic. We were blamed For simple things, Like internet going out, And traffic. Things we couldn’t control. She was toxic. Manipulation was her superpower. Always at her disposal.
Mother Poetry, Lend me your ears, So I can tell you my darkest fears. Help me grow as tall as a tree. Mother Poetry, Lend me your helping hands, So I can be the one who understands.
Why do we do this stupid little dance? It's very well coordinated and I know the steps by heart But you don't seem to understand that with each twist and turn we destroy what we have It's broken down into simple steps
Between the lines I see light But any type of light it's the kind of light That you would want to touch That you can imagine what it would be like to be in that area
She loves me most when I’m Not too close. How bizarre How I was once innermost Far, Below Her navel- a scar,
Behold! Behold a place that’s home to those whose found themselves quite comfortable losing hope within their own self…
I wanted to write a poem about music, but I understood that it is better to write about something true rather than something you feel good about. Now. My mother, she, she has always been there for me. In the highs and lows of my life.
Thankful, I AM thankful for my life and the people that made it so.   who I now know as the first God I ever met, I AM bone of her bone flesh of her flesh. 
Just Do It Is this a stolen motto,  Or a motto made for us? Internally, I keep running Panting, though I keep on going Is it still possible to stop? I can stop now, But No...not now.  
To My Mother   Oh Mom, you have been with me forever You helped me through tough times Also the good times So thanks  
Marble halls echo the dirge Mournful walls lament There’s wailing atop the cascade of stone the descending slabs, the threshing floor there’s beating of the pulp
My mother writes poetry. She has for years, though I never knew. She keeps her poems in a journal, Tucked safely away. She showed me the book once. I read all the poems in it.
Bibiana Before your stone, I stand a prodigal This creed of despair is all- All that is left of my grieving ink You our dearest rose Found it fair to wither So the will of God could blossom
I'm thankful for you, Momma,  You light up my life,  I love you like Obama, through struggle and strife,  Hey Momma, you rock. You are my rock. My socks: you rock them. Hey Momma, oh Mommy Momma
My Mother is the greatest actress I know She's able to portray the "perfect" wife when she's around friends because they're all BFFS She is a volunteer junkie because she cares that damn much
I'm paralyzed.Stuck in these feelingsstuck in my head.It's too late for treatment,I'm already dead.I'v
Her eyes blaze with guilt, and an outrage at being guilty. Being caught.   I patiently wait for the crows, who so lovingly printed their feet
I’m afraid of spiders their hairy legs and relentless fangs Afraid of the tallest heights looking down from the stairs As if they are a 200 foot skyscraper
Dear Mommy,   Let me start off with the fact that I love you And that I really appreciate everything you have ever done for me But you are not without your faults In fact, you have quite a bit of them
I have not met you in this physical lifetime,  Although I carried you with me for quite some time. I would like to tell you about someone I admire before you reach your destination.
(There’s no need to start with dear When Mami is the same thing to me.)   I read a poem in Literature one day That made me tense, a deer ready to run
Dear mother,   Drifting into a land unknown, What did you fear at the ripe age of nineteen? You have spread your wings and flown, Through fearless endeavors in an ocean so green,  
I hate what I see  When I look at you. When I look at me. That reflection staring back at me Makes me want to Puke my soul out  And scream my heart out.   “You disgust me.”
Dear Father,    I guess you were the onewho was supposed to show me how this works.The ins and outs of love,living, learning, and putting my happiness first.   
I often struggle with words, which for me either come out wrong or don’t come out at all. In fear of the first happening, it's usually the second.  Here’s the result:   What I Never Got to Say
May my words reach their intended end,   My dearest mother. I am so far away,
Mommy I took my first steps today, You were smiling, Under daddy’s arm giving kisses like you first met, Only 16 with an older man, He told you don’t worry there just love taps,
Dear Mom,   As your fingertips lingered on my arm, I felt the chill of struggle strike my bone. Your hair draped across my face, and brought me back to your past.
Dear Mom, I hate you, I hate you because I miss you, even though I never learned who you were as a person.
To my mother   I imagine that before my mother was a woman, she must have been a girl. It's an odd thing, this imagining. My mother was once an unfinished human,
The light of my life that left too soon The person who never got to see her sapling grow Doing everything for you  Growing into a young woman   You'd be proud of what I've become 
Dear Mom,   He was there for you. He loved you, kept you in his arms each night. Until you went to another.
On a cold night my mother asked me, "What do you want to be if you're born again?" I answered to myself, "I would want to be you." The next night my mother asked me again, "what do you want to be if you're born again?"
Dear Mother,   I remember those words that left your mouth  
Dear Abuelo,   I see you on mom’s nightstand almost every night, But I’ll never know who you were when times were right. I know you caused pain and I know you were vain
Dear Unnamed,     I listen to "Over the Rainbow” its tropical tunes carry my thoughts-- The backseat of our red station wagon
Dear Father,    Where has she gone? When I came out to her, she wore a black-lace veil and mourned the death of her grandchildren   Little, little mirror
Dear Mother,   Why do you allow yourself such dolor? Say its for our sake but there must be more, Since every day I see your face drain in color.
Dear Ma, The eleventh of March Nineteen seventy-nine Baby born at this time Little foot with an arch; Her dark green eyes glistened As she looked at her mom Pat held her in her palm
Dear Future Daughter,   There are some things I need to tell you. Listen carefully.    The first thing I need to tell you: Lilith. Your name.
I am scared they will find out soon in due time ‘twill be the end of promises I’ve made Something important in exchange of mine Fair but funny from a creature of hate None shall find out, it will mean death if so
Dear my protector, Satheric, Satheric. With feathers so sleek like a silent owl in flight, The comforting hum of your voice, kept me asleep all night. As I knew there was nothing to fright.
How could she not understand The pain she is causing her children She believes that my father will take all of us And he isn't holding us captive its our choice
Alone with her children in the middle of the city Laughing smiling scolding protecting them With her very beauty.
Dear Mom,     I notice you.     I notice the wrinkles that grew on your face,     the back pain when you walk up the stairs,
Pain in the Ass   From the moment I was born I have been a complete pain in my mothers ass, literally, red faced and over eager to escape  where I came from, I broke her tailbone.
Pain in the Ass   From the moment I was born I have been a complete pain in my mothers ass, literally, red faced and over eager to escape  where I came from, I broke her tailbone.
A life with you is a life worth livingEven at your worstyou still made me feel betterEvery moment with youis a moment worth reliving,For better or worseYou are the only love of my life.   
It has almost been six years since we last talked. Time sure does fly, I still remember the day mine and your life changed forever As if it happened yesterday You lost your ability to move.
Dear Mother,  Hello, I just wanted to say you aren't a mother.  I mean a mother couldnt do what you did to me could she?  You left me in the streets so you can get high. 
Dear mother, I know you don't wanna hear it You've made it clear a thousand times but you know mom I fear it, I fear the cycle, the turning wheel, the parallels I've drawn,
Dear mother,  I banged on your bedroom door with a bleeding heart you pretended to be asleep I hate you  I came home and found a note on my bed, in which you wrote
Dear Mama, Dear Mother, Dear Giver of Life, I was your first, your experiment, and your accident. I was your trying to figure it out, your make sure we don’t screw up the baby.
My Daughter Dearest,   I hope your life has been different than mine Without worry, misfortune, or grief I hope love, joy, and you are entwined
I watch you with a shade of sadness as you pale away from my presence.My heart rate bleating with a fiery roar as I watch your soul attempt an escape.
You are a masterpiece;  Your smile soaks up the ink on the pictures  Produced by my camera, and I am at peace.  It shines brighter than the sun on a July afternoon And then  I hear your laugh,
I see diamonds in velvet, a mother’s dark cloak, draped o’er the earth in a hushed fan of cloth, for she mourns every night for the loss of her sun,
You said I can go the distance, but then I think to myself, can I even make it past this barrier that stands sturdy before me. The one that blocks me off from society. What you don't see is your inability to crack open my minds door.
I want to be able to forgive my mother. I look at the sky and that is all I see. The blue, lilac, the sunset colors that wash away the day's sins in calm and understanding forgiveness.  
Dear mom,    I try so hard to forget you exist though i cant help but remember the way you drank your beer or lit your cigarette or introduced me to a new boyfriend
Dear Mom,  1. You dropped seeds of rosebush from your tongue and let me grow in the warm cave of your love. You were the light I grew towards.  
Mother,  Let me tell you about two children of my own. I've had them for awhile, and I'm surprised you haven't noticed.   I have devils in my pocket. Two little devils. They snag crumbs from my plate,
November 16, 2017 
My mother always told me to be patient She would tell me wait until you’re thirty to get married Then again
  In my darkest moment,  You were there to cradle me Somehow you became my opponent Preventing me from being free   You and I together Perpetuated my pain The way dark and stormy weather
My mom is a thousand ticking bombs Wrapped recklessly In coarse, Black, South pacific skin. Pervaded by the thick stench of marlboro reds,
I can see you cry I know what you want You want to fly From all the bad things, you have fought.   I can see you smile You reassure us that we are alright
Every time we communicateThere is no positivityThere's things that you put downThat I think are greatConversations are dullThey drain meWhile the fill you upTear me downWhile they bring you upShatter my heartWhile they toughen yours upI can't take
It began with nine months Now I'm twenty-five Almost twenty-six Just the other day you held me in your arms You laughed you cried told me I was your success story in the beginning it was only a dream
Ding dong the bell rung here I go the deed is done, Come get your lunch kids!
I sit still and wait my heart wavers through the gloomy nights I sit still and cry afraid of my fears igniting they tell me to love means to worry so beacuse I love you
My mother left me. When she left, I never got an answer. When she left, I was fending for myself. When she left, she put pressure on me to be the best woman I could be. When she left, she also left my two brothers.
Time is a  soft and gentle mother,  who puts a steady hand on the small of your broken back and whispers, "It's time to move on, sweetheart," and for once, you can actually listen.
Did a good heart get you far As simple as it seems Did a good mom get you sharp As simple as her seams   Did a good heart feed your soul Or did it starve you to death
Because I love you, I set a table of love. A table of perfect, abounding love I lay this out for you. I set the table
I was the lightning As fierce as a bullet My anger ran ravishingly Across a span of millions   You were the cloud Protector of my soul The Calm of my anger
I wasn't loved You cheated, lied and hit I felt the blood run down my cheek You cheated, lied and swore It would never Happen Again I gave up I broke it off
I don’t take most insults personally They hold no weight Slip down my back Like rain drops Leaving me only momentarily damp And then I forget
I had you when you were naive "You belong to me" that's all I ever said How could I not love you ? You are a beautiful soul just like your dad.
Because you loved me- you carried me for nine months Knowing that you could only hold me for a moment Because you loved me,
When a child, crawls up to youTry to reach, even if he has toCrawl for miles and milesAnd I can't imagineHow it feels, when a child smilesTo see you smile.
You are my mother You are the greatest You are like no other You gave me life Give me two sisters and give  me two brothers And You had help So also thanks to you lover
I knew what she would be if I left her there, In that house full of despair, A broken doll full of fears, With Mummy high and Daddy drunk,
My heart beats flutter like a darn skylark, To sounding jolts of cock-a-doodle-doos, Repealing soon the cover of darkness Until the crack of dawn, my heart he woos; And soon a grin beside the morning’s glee
Tell me why I feel so down, Or why I cannot hear a sound. Why do everything feel woozy, as I feel I'm drifting away, And the're pulling me but I still want to stay,
They say when you step on a crack you break your mother's back growing up you see each foot coming to fruition.
They say when you step on a crack you break your mothers back growing up you see each foot coming to fruition.
as the woman who brought me into this world lay still in the bath tub , she moved, arms suspended in the water, ears just above the line.
every year for as long as i can remember my mom has tried to grow a rose bush. key word tried.
Mommy, look at me, look what I can do.Say any word and I'll spell it, I'm smart just like you. I'm sorry I was bad. You hate me? Is that true?I promise I'll be better, Mommy, tell me what to do.
And there we were deteriorating. Where were you when we were degenerating. And here you lack some empathy. And our corrupt hearts are worsening, regressing.   Go ahead and mourn with other people.
Dear Mom, I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare. I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.   Dear Mom,
"Are you ready now?" whispered the wind, gently folding its warmth around her enveloping her in a tight embrace, holding her away from all living eyes. The path's been chosen, the leaves are black,
Dear Daughter,   The strange man who you called father was only looking to bruise you at night  
These Feelings are so hard to express They bounce around in my head trying to get out. Anger, haterd, sadness, loss, But also love and care. It feels like no one else can understand These Feelings
A rocket waits to fly From its launchpad In the living room. Helmet on, radio in hand, Two explorers approach.   One room over
Life and death both in front of me In an instant I can see through sixty-nine years I can see your mother and your father So much joy they must have had the day that you entered the world
A rose is adored when in bloom, encouraged when unfolding,             welcomed when a bud,                         and rejected when she wilts.   We admire her beauty and bask in her sweet scent,
Maybe Just maybe It’s better this way. She doesn’t have to deal With not being able to walk With workers never coming on time
Heartbreaks come in many ways Family, boyfriend/girlfriend, or even just a friend Although mine falls under one of those categories, Mind differs a slight bit. Some call it sexist, some believe it's a true miracle
Where did the time go? What did I do wrong? Did I make you leave? Or did I do something wrong?I don't know. Please just answer my call. I take my time for you, but you don't do the same.I hide all my feelings, since I'm afraid.
In memory of my mother who is still alive, I snapshot her face from the side, the front,the back of her head even, aiming at the shrieking grays edged out ofgreased up parts, though she swats
Tears in your eyes you ask me "Should I have left him the first time?"   The car is silent.    You found the pictures on his computer   You are scared silent.   
Like a flower I bloom. Lessons from life i attume. Thank god for my Mother,  I dont know what i would do. A parent as ateacher, A mother as the answer, Mother for a nurse, Mother as a hero.
You deserve to rot in hell like a Cracked, rotten forgotten egg in the middle Of a field on a scorching hotTexas summer day.My mother, my caretaker, the woman (figure out a transition) That has made mistakes, trustedYou with her freedomMr wright o
You deserve to rot in hell like a Cracked, rotten forgotten egg in the middle Of a field on a scorching hotTexas summer day.My mother, my caretaker, the woman (figure out a transition) That has made mistakes, trustedYou with her freedomMr wright o
So here’s how it goes.I breathe my life into the wind and the mists carry it to the sea
How are you doing? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat well? Do you have enough clothes? Do you have enough to spend? Do you need anything?  
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still prevails. I am sweaty and panting. My legs are sprawled open.
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father With his face pressed against mine, eyes closed, smiling, He looks as if he loves me And maybe he does, but I refuse to believe it
A lone girl holds her mother’s hand “What are they doing? We have done nothing wrong.” The next things her mother said were sung in a lullaby song--
I layed in this room, it recked of a blood-stained sheet, shattered dreams, and fear.
Tonight was never meant to end in a murderous fiasco of hate and pain.  I crouch by the bathroom sink in order to preserve what was left of my dignity and desperation. With each shriek of the gun I crouch lower, lower, lower until my tummy reaches
They ask me why I have the courage to roll out of bed With only positive thoughts passing through my head What do you live to see?
She dreamt of silks and colors However, she grew up looking after her brothers She served sweets and pastries to pay off anything However, she received little to nothing She loved her native land
My Mother is a reflection of me.  When I am feeling unhappy,  she smiles and I'm glad as I can possibly be.  Although our jokes are weird and sappy, they still mean the world to us. Because after all, 
Hushed are the mornings, not one chore yet to do. The wind wafts over from my open window, cool and light. The solid hardwood on my bare feet,
As I get up in the morning I greet the day. And although the sun is shining, A smile does not grace my face. I go to school as I usually do, Saying Hello to my fellow youth
  ‘Today’ my mother says, triumphant, ‘we are bottling peaches’. When I ask why, my mother tells me that it is ‘our tradition’ As though I have bottled peaches before. I have never bottled peaches before.
No one can compare her care , She is most loyal creature here. Everyone prays for something or the other, I find everything in the lap of my mother. I just cant express my love for her,
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
I looked at my mother as she puts her makeup on. Many words popped into my mind. Beauty Sadness Strength Would I one day wear the armor like she does?
Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked. Not one soul could take away the love I had for you. Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
Child, I have been around for a long time. Long enough to comprehend the importance of home. As the bells in my heart chime, I remember the place where I was born. East or west, that place is best.  
Jasey Rae My fingers have been scribbling the fine lead on my paper Back and forth back and forth In efforts to try and mold out the exact words from my brain
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago. Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me All damn night and all damn day as she cries. I’ve got to agree; she never used to Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.
The lines on her face They be storytellers Each with their own voice A wrinkle, a page Providing a resting place for the dust of the day Hidden among the sun-taxed maculas And if you ask her 
7 Days Later I wore your clothes for the rest of the week, even your baggy floral underwear. I wore your bathrobe, hoping to be clean,
Broken Hearts, Broken Dreams It feels like a part of me is missing Like I lostmy bestfriend. She was dear to me and others Atleast she did not suffer Because God is always with her. Her soul is great
Little on whom I call my son, I love you more each day. Always you bring me a smile, My day isn't complete without it.
When I was 7 years old My mind was consumed With visions of angels The soft glow of the sun The splashing of water
You've only hit me once Across the face with an open palm It wasn’t that bad, What hurt worse was the betrayal You had never hit me before
Look, Mommy! I grab the bleach blonde Fake ponytail extension From the Target shelf And place it, like a crown, atop my frizzy chestnut brown curls. Mommy, can I have it please?
Stanzas in a notebook. My mother’s way of expressing emotion. This is one of the things I’ve inherited, a written way to show my devotion.   I can find notebooks full of poems in my mother’s room.
From the street sirens to the gun shots, she was there. From the morgue to the funeral she was there. All I see are dark skinned mothers having to be resilient. While the father and son are gone,
Ever since I was born into this world You’ve been there holding the hand of your little girl A woman so wise that lights up my day I thank God for sending me your way
The first of the month brings light to our lives, birds in their nests and bees in beehives. We know that summertime is coming up soon so were hustling and bustling and stressing about school.
                        “NEVER BE AFRIAD TO BE YOURSELF” -Mother      Bring me myself in a box, hypothetically 
Cold. The first thing I feel when coming into this unruly world. Noise fills my ears as beeping and voices fill the room. I think they are happy But I am not.
Without my mom I would not be alive Without her I could not strive To be the person I am today To be able to say I am beautiful. I am successful. I am happy. My mother is my motivation
I can imagine a life without water I can imagine a life without food But to imagine a life without my mother its the worst thing I could do I feel a hole in my heart I feel my lungs without air
You must never speak when spoken to, speak when the words are on your lips. You will find a way to make them listen. Do not do things sometimes, it should be always or never, like
My mom is  the north star She shines bright in the darkest time She will help you fnd your way When you are lost She will always be there Even if you can't see her Her light shines so bright
She is the war, the carnage in my head, who speaks with bullets of lead and erects barbed wire fences. I am the rain, who settles down her rage and drowns out the fight
My Wishing StarIf I had to be desertedUpon an island shoreAnd was forced to give up somethingThat I couldn't have anymore.I would tell them they could have anythingMy money, my house, my carThe object that I need the mostIn the northern skies, I n
Someone I can’t live without Lives close to my heart, close to my mind, close to me. She is my mother. The woman who brought me into this world of ours.
I/My Mother,For starters,she's clever. No animal Will standin this recital. We'll take this island by storm.Absolutly absurdit might be But best believeHer and meA diligent duocomparable to a cyclone. Forget about technology.All phonesand drones. 
It was love At first site   So vulnerable So resilient So powerful   She has my eyes She has his smile She is rain On parched earth   She has his wild temper
I came into this world, not knowing who I was. I could here your cry of joy. I was 5 and admired your smile. I was 10 and you taught me how to cook. I was 15 I was a rebel.
I can say I've been around Sometimes it seems like I can't lift a pound You can't hold me down I know you can't handle me now I am a strong woman raised by a strong woman
"momma raised me" momma raised meto believe to believe my brown skin is a gift & not a curse to be the light I wish to see in the world  to raise up against the hatred on my skin and over come   momma raised me  mama raised me to breathe to br
Born of your tears,                           you nestled my head close to your breast. Swaddled in your skin,                         you pushed me to rise above and showed me to stand. Risen from your eyes,
She is there when I fall, She'll always be there when I call She takes away my fear, Oh Mother Dear.   I couldn't survive without her, She's my angel I am sure. I love having her near,
The second  The minute The hour had finally come.   Having moved from county to county  and then country to country. I jumped  around doing as you had always said. 
What would I do without her?! I am what I am because of her I do what I can to be her Independent, positive, a walking heart She's too admirable to be true. Day by day
I don't need any one thing in this world, I don't need a what, or a where, or a how. What I need is a who and who I need is you.   For the 19 years of my life you have kept me going,
When I was a baby I looked at you as if you were the sky I grew a little and looked at you like a princess   I grew a little more and discovered that you were a queen  
A mother's duty is not oft sought out. Example-like demeanor, and impeccable wit, Is not always found in every creation. The requisite mental patients, And presentiment second nature,
For as long as I could remember  You were always by my side, To give me support,confidence and help. For as long as I could remember You were always the person I looked up to,
If I were lost on an island Stranded all alone I would not ask for food Or even my phone I would ask for my mother Because she’s all I need.
We argue every day. We argue until walls fall down, Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
We argue every day. We argue until walls fall down, Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
It brings us all together Under a sun we all share Housing us forever Under its loving care With sand on our toes  And snow on our nose
I heard the hurricane  Felt the air pressure change Terrified for my crouching child Holding her as tight as I could Blocking her from danger As my master cracks his whip
I heard the hurricane  Felt the air pressure change Terrified for my crouching child Holding her as tight as I could Blocking her from danger As my master cracks his whip
The clouds detach themselves from the sky and bind their bodies to the ground Creating dew drops dropping down the grass To awake in a fog, a misty glass The affair doesn't last They return to the sky
I saw my mom cry her eyes out While I saw u sell your heart out.
It was a great time, But wait WHAT? You are leaving me right?  No, my mind cannot handle this I am falling into pieces and cannot resist The departure made me mad Each part of my brain is bursting
Where would I be Without you, without me Without breath, without death Where would I be If you hadn't said yes If it had been a different day Where would I be
  Mother!That you neverwanted sonswhen you onlywanted to give birthdreams. Mother!I am waiting the day, your daywhen you will shout at the worldall your conditions.
I could not live without you, the best mother in the world I could not live without you, whether in my home or in my heart I could not live without you,  your words of wisdom, not always so kind
As clear and bright as early morning sky, With color bluer than a tropic sea. My heart was captured by those bright blue eyes, How lovely was the gaze they gifted me. Those baby blues get dimmer every day, 
I go back all the time, I tell myself the truth and make the right thing simple. So why do I fall in the same hole? When will I see the trap and not walk in?   I am not my mother.
I have seen you strength day in and day out Fighting for the happiness of our family Being the only thing keeping us sane in this mess
Grew up an only child  In my eyes you were the only idol You tamed the untamable You were the unbreakable  Others sit and watched things happen But you got up and made a difference
Summer rays continue to penetrate me as my sweat licks his body. He now penetrates me. The sound of his voice is hotter than this heat.   Needle like fingertips on my tighs and ass. This sin is scorching.
It’s small and white. Beautiful with its purple stripe on the left and complimentary hint of green on the opposite side.
I used to never know what it sounds like to hear my mother cry.Now she cries so much I don’t know what it sounds like to hear her laugh
When all is down you look up to your mother she is the one you always bother   Her eyes full of hope
The day I walked by you,  I knew what a shame I had puzzled my piece into. Nothing but,"Don't  look at me, look the other way"   reluctantly ringing in the drums of my ears,  echoing back vibrations  of guilt, shame, and pitty  that Mary herself  
“Don’t push me to make decisions that I may regret later.” I heard you say this while on the phone with your sisters right before your dad died. I laughed. I fucking laughed out loud. Now what do you think that says about you?
“I love you more than the sky.” You told me that every day as a kid. “You’re fat. You’re attention seeking.” You told me this every night as a kid while you scolded me and grabbed my arm, but I doubt you remember.
Dear Mama, the beauty of your soul is wonderment to my wondering self. When I was tender, I fall from walks. I stumbled in sickness and I cried, but you came around and said; "my child, my child! Don't cry, don't cry!
your pale white skin peppered with maroon dots, their brown blue tones stand out against the alabaster flesh. a tangled mess of loose red curls pours over your shoulders,
My anger a tsunami rushed straight to you Love into hatred as I scream and cry up to the sky you tore away a piece of me as I begged you to let me go too
Years fall behind with patience wasted And the young don’t see through the broken glass Only until the climax of guilt from being blind to it But we do accept the dwelling after the wasted years climax  
My mother was a white womanbut a woman, all the same. For years, I never thought much of white womenIn fact, I didn’t think of them much.
A nurse is the worst to have for a mother. They say shut up, grow up, or go cry to another. For they have heard all, seen all, treated all others, They have none left for their own sole daughter.
She took care of me when I was sick. She told me to push harder when I wanted to quit. She feed me, bed me, and read to me when I was little. She would beat me when I did wrong and when I was sad, she would sing me a song.
"Would you consider yourself to be a fighter?" A fiesty, runty, redhead I was. From the day hair sprouted on the top of my head to the day I shook my principal's hand and recieved my diploma.
Matronly, maternal mother you are not. Nurturing mother of love, Narcissus dances through your mind.   With every rejecting shove You cannot comprehend The breach I feel inside.  
My mom is a fighter She is always saying "Things will get better" She laughs and smiles Calls me pretty and smart She works hard to give me things She works hard to feed me She cleans all day
I am... I am my father's daughter I am his patience, I am his kind spirit I am his athlete, I am his social butterfly I am my mother's daughter I am her sensitivity, I am her best friend and she is mine
It is his fourth birthday today He loves rocket ships and has traveled to the moon and back in his dreams He has blue eyes like the ocean waves lapping at the shoreline
Dear Addison, It's momma. Happy birthday. Today is the day I guessed would've been your birthday. I think about you every day, and I love you very much. I'm sorry I never got to hear your heartbeat.
A Beautiful, Celestial soul Gives unconditionally To the undeserving habitants Of her home, taking her time To extend vines of Ripening Fruit. What more can I want
I've done everything  that you wanted me to do.  I broke my hands  just like you.  I can no longer walk  but I earned my pay. Congrats Mother  you had your way. 
Written by me, but from my mother's perspective, before she passed away.   Today you start school. All caught up, Green checks on every lesson. You don’t even have to set
Sometimes you ask me why Why did I ruin it? That lovely skin that you never cared to mention Was lovely. You never cared to ask me why I felt like the tears felt like they were running down my soul
I stood at the edge of the Heaven with my angel wings spread wide And as I looked down upon Earth I wondered how I died. I don't remember who I was, who I wanted to be or who I am now,
I am a mother a wife a veteran an artist a daughter But none of those words really describe WHO I am.
I can’t remember when she last said “I love you” And I can’t remember when “Good night” turned into “You’re late again.” And I can’t remember the last time There was a smile on her face
When I am no longer May my daughter be brilliantandBeautiful 10 times stronger when I'm no longer May she have knowledge and aspire to be wise the ability and confidence to rise when I am no longer
Lord can you see me, Lord can you hear me
I crave your love But I hate when you look at me. I hate the resentment I see in your eyes, and I hate the pity that lies underneath it.   You didn't want me,
I shouldn't feel sick Everytime I think about you I shouldn't vomit Everytime you text me I shouldn't have to hide  Who I really am from you I shouldn't have to sneak around
The beginning was harsh Lava everywhere and with no life form Thunderstorms braking out eveyday Tornadoes hitting the ground tearing up the lands Tsunamis covering the lands Hail dropping from the sky
Don't tell me you're here,
Hot, sticky, and wet
I know you love me, your love is true But you have a funny way of expressing it, And with that I haven’t figured out what to do.
Since May ninety-seven she's stood by my side,   As she smiled and kissed and hugged me tight,   And year following year she's been my guide;  
Blue Betty, can you hear me? Twinkling Jingles, are sinking in the sea.   Blue Betty, can you feel me? Lost in Atlantis Osiris tell me how could this be?   Broken Neptune,
even with all this time you've been on my mind mama some nights I fall asleep drenched in sweat from this vicious nightmare a daughters weep waking up with tears as I lay
MOTHER,  Wake me  From this nightmare. I been in this nightmare  Since all those months. I spent with hunger,  Death and fear  As my companions.
¿Dónde está papá, el final del libro de cuentos?[1] The weathered one—The one that cascades a waterfall of shimmery glitter,
Oh how I've wished for a mother of passion, who smiles bright with great satisfaction. Who should love me for me and what I want to be. How I've seen this fantastic dream. One of life's great liberty, of freedom and of destiny.
CRYING FOR SHAMEBy Mira Wilder8000 miles and 22 hoursflown East of Los AngelesEurope, and Greece...Mother was non stop talkingto strangers...While Girl stared out the window
I keep telling myself that it's all going to be okay, I keep saying  it's going to get better with each day. But its all a lie. How can I move on when I caused you to die?
One day without you,is a thousand baseballs to my throat.One day without you,is like being run over by a speed boat.One day without you,is like being trampled by one thousand elephants.
Awaken to the sound of a mother’s song echoing sweetly beneath canopies of youth where fears cured by wealth become symbols of love consuming bliss like winds signaling spring
Awesome. Seven letters, two syllables, Many meanings, Great, extravagent, like nothing else. Mother. Six letters, two syllables, one meaning, Awesome.
I too can be cruel
Tell me daughter do you feel the loneliness you
Thinking about the word awesome This word describes a lot, and then some
the Awesome mother of three, was crazy indeed she runs all day chasing, playing, and frolicing in every way
A mother so caring.A mother so dear.A mother who wipes away every single tear.A mother who is kind.A mother who is strong.
  Many hearts will come and FALL BUT MY greed will remain steady       Cypress Delva   Residing by the wayside The breeze whispering on my face
I constantly imagine what it will feel like to
One word
My mother and I walked around outside before her death. She smelled of industrial waste. But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways. ---
Many words have been unspoken between you and I memories good and bad unheard of. A bond that has been torn. To my mother, I say to you. I forgive you.
8/19/12, age 18   At five years old, my hometown seemed like Wonderland, Countertops that towered over me, the aroma of baked goods Infiltrating the crowded sidewalks, coercing me to want a taste.
What a bunch of spoiled bratsI look
Mother gave birth to me. Father saw me be born. How can he not care That I am so torn? I wanted him here; In my life, But instead he took off With his new wife. He always makes promises,
The eyes of my mother were a color that  enveloped me in her warmth. The brown rings surrounded me on days when I needed them the most, And drowned out any inhibitions
Mama once told me “You’ll never find love If you can’t love yourself.” Maybe try to look like you care.” She left me in the bathroom Crying while I brushed my hair out. Mama said to me,
When I was a child And you were a child, A book was shared With epics compiled. I’ve declared my acceptance Yet, all the while, My fervid mind from adolescence
BoozerUserLoserRed puffy eyes pleading with youAbuserYou are the one I am forced to loveBlamingShamingDrainingSlurring words from drunkin lipsClaiming
"Not weedless, but beautiful," Says the gardener of her flowers. "Not eternal, but sturdy," Says the builder of his house. "Not worth a million dollars, but priceless." Says the artist of her work.  
The inside of my mind, the design is so complicated. So intricate, and it seems that thoughts can be so crowding, and fear does this rerouting
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
In and from this world what do we really want?
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked,  tired floors.
Mama I love you more than any other on Earth. No matter who came I always felt first. To you, I am a blessing and never will be a curse. No matter how wrong, You never changed my worth.
Twelve years ago in May, My parents decided  in court one day, To break their bond of marriage   I was too young  to really understand. 
I am the g
A heartbeat, broken A letter, unsent   She suffocates in sunshine. And rejoices in rain.   The world does not spin For a time Until she realizes  
  Don’t laugh – you might wake her up.  Keep it together, don’t tell her what’s the matter. I hope you enjoy shouldering troubles alone 
Kitty was your nick name Cooking was one of your fames Another was ceramics, needlework Hairdressing, any kind of craft You were great and could adapt You were an artist at what you could do
Don't look now, child The world has gone to war They don't care that you're just a child To them, you're one soldier more. - Those aren't gunshots you hear now Those aren't dying screams
To see the Divine in your earthly brothers and sisters is to live in heaven.  Seven Gateways, tune your brainwaves, channel the fire of the higherst Mother.  I remember you, every fragrance every hue, pink to blue, 
To my Loving Mother Whom gave me life To cry, to laugh, to life Even though she is gone from THIS world She will always be in MY world No matter how far she may be She will always be there for me
There was a girl who dreamed to fly, She wanted to be great and leave her cage, They all said she couldn't and had to stay where it was safe, So one night she leaves,It's not as bright as it seemed, 
Words from my mother Combing through knotted curly hair One ear, Out the other Phrases too hard to bear   Hardest part of the day To me, this is so clear Children go out and play
A cry echos as a childs first breath is taken in this world the joy in his mother the pride in his father
“Worry is a total waste of time.
  The only time I believed in you,
Mother of three  looking at one thinking of two wondering how they are
How heavy was I for 9 months? Was I a bothersome lodger? Did I ruin your sleeping pattern? Through my kicks and summersaults?   As a toddler I ran around You chase and caught me with tickles
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Lets get a few things straight. 1. I am not okay. and  2. I'm not the same person who left the house a few months ago. 3. There are so many secrets that I'm keeping. but 
A knife to my chest Or a gun to my head as i  breathe my last breath though  im already  dead Who cares if i die Or is this just satans lies its myself i despise All these tears i done cried
If i die today​ its ganna be a Holliday a day full of black clouds a day that rains cat and dogs People will stop there work all around the world
My beautiful little girl, From the moment I knew you were, I couldn’t think straight anymore. To know that my soul had found
Everything around me feels odd
The bright autumn colors fill the air As I run to my class with no time to spare I couldn’t help but to be late I had to finish saying goodbye to my date   There are many things I love in this life
I wonder what it felt like
Dad's got whiskey on his breath, and a hair from another lady. He's counting the days until his death, and tells mom she's crazy.   Mom lays still in the other room. She has no will to speak.
If I ever have a daughter. I would tell her that she will be okay even if It seems that the world is ending. I would tell her not to try and carry it on her shoulders Or to give someone else a turn.
Determination. Self Will. How they coincide. Hand in hand like how I am when I am with you. The force that your aura brings when it meets mine. But from where does it stem?
would you miss me if i died? Would you stay up late at night if you knew today was my goodbye would you try when you woke because your the one who wished it on me would you try to call the next day
Children’s cries calm her pounding heart Pangs of travail drain from their raw start At last love manifests in blood-flushed flesh Spirits sparkle in the commitments made fresh  
She does not know when to behave, never asked me if I am ok, criticizing and jabbing at my brain, the pounding heartbreaking pain. She knows there is someone to blame,
Trapped.  She is trapped with no way out. The fraction of hope that she contains is the only thing that is keeping her sane, if that is what she is. At this point, there is no doubt in her mind that he will return.
Drowning. She is drowning in the loneliness that is clouding her thoughts. When she thought. If she thought; she thinks she feel him, just in the back of her mindset.
I found my long lost twin in France. Hanging in an art museum. She is pale with long curly red hair. Like me.  She is a goddess, born out of a shell from the sea. Not like me.
I feel alone, in the most populated places in the world I feel sad that im misunderstood I didnt know how bad it was to be livin in the hood. School motivates me to succeed 
It's hard to understand that I'm fed with this hand. I try so hard but I'm just playing with cards. Joker. im either talking to a wall and it's not talking back  or I'm saying my needs but I'm just getting smacked.
I miss when my mom was my superhero.  When I was 5 and looked in a mirror, and said I want to be like her.  She could do anything. No problem was too big a thing.
Things I want my daughter to know - feel comfortable and confident going a day without makeup. A day when you have errands to run or have to stop into work for a bit. 
Mother of mine The all being one to me for twelve years With the messy hair and even messier brain With the laugh that could infect an entire room With the painter's hands and explorer's eyes
My mother is still there. On her bed, her blankets that matched ours still folded from the warmer nights. They are smaller, neater, perhaps not so soft. The phone is back at its nightstand post,
"You did this" I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
Does it matter that I come from a poor family, or that I am bi-racial? Does it matter that I went to private school, on tuition assistance?
I once had a dream about shopping for a mom. You could choose whichever you wanted And if you weren’t content with your purchase, An exchange or return could be arranged As long as you had kept the box and receipt.
My love you have grown, my love you have shown, shown that you are fine without me.   My dear you stay sweet, my dear you're on your own two feet, experiencing a world without me.  
What is a friend That says one thing and does another Who apologizes with sincerity For something they don't remember   What is a lover That takes your heart and doesn't love back
Tears of sorrow a mother won't let you see them. She had you so she'll take care of you, also try to be your lawyer in a court room.
Thinking again, I should've left. Saw your crooked smile, pondering eyes. You left me in the dust, you didn't care at all.
I was raised by the 
Close your eyes, my dear. Let the breeze from the window tickle across your cheeks and flutter your eyes till you fall asleep. The day has been long, you have been strong, wrestling through the weeds,
It’s fine. It’s okay. I’ll forgive from now until forever, Until I waste away. I have no problem with you, Or whatever it is you feel at this time... ... Even if it is pure hate,
Close my eyes to get away, darkness envelopes me. But I can't run anymore.   I want him to stay. She won't let him see. Close my eyes to get away.   Tell someone else today.
I sit in the dark and listen to the sound of laughter and joy but more importantly I hear the LOVE they have with each other.
Sometimes it occurs to me That everything I struggle with Is because of you You will never wear a welcome mat As well as the porch steps And now I struggle To answer my front door
Trembling, he sits and waits for the news. Something terrible happened. His mother had called him in the middle Of a chemistry test, His favorite class. “Tyler,” she had said “I need you, come home.”
They call me a gift That when I was born i saved their life That Nikolas has left  6 months after the tragedy That I was born with a responsibility That I should be a light   Here I am now,
Mother, why did you to take my life away? Why couldn’t I be allowed to live? Why must I never see the world? Was a grave all that you could give?
I love my  momma, I really do. But sometime she be getting on my LAST nerves.  She would yell; "BB......come scratch my back." "BB....get me something to drink" "BB...what you got for a snack?"
Mother has these multicoloed marbles Everyday she would roll them in her fragile and spotted hands. Rolling the marbles was an everyday activity. It gave her a sense of calmness; she would smile a lot
She is...More precious than the jewels that surround her King, the Queen is flawless her love is deeper than the bluest ocean the greenest forest...
How can we forget, the endless times we cried because we were full of regret, We never meant to say the things we said, it was in the moment and we needed to clear our head, intentially no,
Initially I was a Marketing
Initially I was a Marketing Major Set up to learn in the prestigious Isenberg School of Management Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman Where I would first change physically
My mothers, my maidens, my crones, 
My mother is a butterfly. Beautiful and fragile And incredibly important to my way of life. Her blue eyes sparkle and shimmer Like gossamer wings And just as a soft touch can have A crippling effect
When you look at me Jay My world stops completely You make me feel special Especially when you tell me that you need me
You're supposed to care about me like you say that you do
She carried me within her for nine long months
Every tear 
After being told I could not bare a child, by God's good grace I was blessed with a miracle. How could this tiny human being be growing inside of me? Oh, how do I wonder?  
  Mother always beats the sun up
I feel as if we are a family of trees with no water Slowly dying from being so dry and broken down When is the sky going to be bright and yet full of darkness for a shower to bat us?
You are ungrateful Lost in a world Where alcohol is your therapist And you hit your little girl   She cries when she touches The bruise on her face A soft and plush cheek
Oh, Momma Bear, how I love your hugs. Oh, Momma Bear, how I love your smiles, Oh, Momma Bear, how I love your laughs.   Momma Bear, why is water falling from your eyes? Momma Bear, why won't you answer me?
What makes a daughter form a good mother? It is the mothering she reprieved from past generations on up. Many lessons will be learned, and blessings bestowed on none other.
Cancer   The word wrapping around you like the tumor that continues to move sweeping melancholy through the veins   To young ears such a scary word  
My mother is a tree The center of nature a gift from the creator she radiated oxygen through her lungs her photosynthesis produced a life she was so breath taking.
you are a flower
You treat water better than your own blood.I might as well be mudAm I a disappointment to you?I don't feel our relationship is trueBirth certificate says your my motherBut seems like your just another
I write this to my father I hope I make you proud Across the widest canyons Can you hear me now?
Who are you? Mother or monster? protector or predator? do you offer me warm embraces? or grasps of pain? do you smile when I'm sad? or do you grimace in guilt?
She protects me and she feeds me, She has raised me and she leads me; She brought me up and taught me how, She loves me completely without a doubt.
MOM patient with the biggest heart <3 a care for others even after all they done wrong   gossip with intentions to cure any situation i honor your beauty,ease you have with words are a sensation
Every summer Apollo paints the canvas of Mom’s shoulders with swirling galaxies of birth marks that harmonize to form a warm, textured glow— a coded testimony of decades of sun lust  
This is for the mother
What really gets me going in life is the fufillment of dreams and love throughout strife. The courage to do
There's a rule my mother lives by, a sort of moral code: "Never put anyone before your mother." This is because your mother is always there for you. Your mothers is the reason you're alive.
Daddyless girl grows up missing a piece to her puzzle
I look at my mother Her sad eyes meet mine
A capable mother in low income housing is like a superman in metropolis    A capable mother is one who has access to a car and when you have a need she comes through for you even if it goes unnoticed  
I just want to share this, with you I just want you to get excited, with me But every time I bring it up Skepticism, written all over your face Distrust, for unknown reasons.  
Wrinkled but soft Aged and veiny Her hands have raised us Tonight they stir spaghetti, Hang wet clothes, Wash the dishes. And how beautiful they are.   It’s said to be heaven
He is laced with lies I was forced to sew underneath his skin. I am an open book ready for her to rip the pages he so carefully inked.  She is a blade sharpened by the years of trust issues and lack of love.   
Since I became truly aware, filled to the point of overflow with the knowledge of my surroundings, you have been a constant reminder of the things I cannot have.   I am EIGHTEEN.
Taking time to reflect, I'm grateful for what I've got
At night I feel sad because I lost my mother. I feel sad because some people have one mother, and I have none. Some people have two mothers, and that’s okay, but I still feel sad.  
Sunlight shines through flowing drapes spreading alabaster swords in all directions. They stab at flooring and my semi-paralyzed body, seeking to fill holes as if pain
Flowing waterfalls
I saw a smuge of eyeliner  on her sunned, freckled cheek I wish I didn't have to watch her shimmy  sighing hard  into her jeans or smearing her lipstick  on a dry dark mouth
My Mother The Wind My mother the wind blows through the sky Reds, oranges, yellows too She carries the leaves and away they fly Up to the clouds in a sky so blue  
  Grace in Structure             Yielding much ardor             An iron wall of enthrallment             Eyes take refuge in your standings
Marvel in all my wonder.  I don't know how, I've lost it.  Though I reached for it heinously, viciously, it outreached me.   
Laying on her bed, full of dreadful tears "Please stop crying," her son said in dismay. No one understands her countless fears. Memories flowed in her mind, thinking about her past years.
If I had the power, I would help a baby bird to fly. I would teach it how to use its wings. I would catch it if it fell. I would make it believe in itself. If I had the power, I would help the mother on minimum wage.
Young mothers are foolish Young mothers are whores Young mothers are helpless They've closed all their doors Young mothers are stupid They can not suceed And when they ask for help 
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.
Please Hold The Applause Just Close Your Eyes And Here The Thoughts Of A Young Mans Whose Pulse Is Not Great The Life Of My Life Is Unjust And She Lies But Doesnt Realize She's The Reason                                  I Lost Faith
A letter to my mother   My mother hates me and I don’t know why We just can’t seem to see eye to eye She disrespects me to the ump degree Now I’m going to tell you what’s in my decree  
Rebecca Shane               Riveting steel talons             Slung over your shoulders             Blood red blotches             Stain your soles  
My mother of Resolution A mother of hope A listener of wisdom My detective of crime Understanding of all imperfections   Loving, caring, compassionate
Where are you when the children call? Memories revive at fixed scents. The way your hair swept in the wind. Your hands, delicate and soft objects.   Tell me, how are you nowadays?
Her face lights up. She reaches down to touch the face of the small bundle. To think, that she had a part in creating this.  She smiles. Gently, she wipes a tear from her eye.
Staring at her past self Evaporated Dreams Waistline Increased Color Dimmed Snapshots of happiness Endless Sunny Skies Playful Fights Summertime How old was she?
He buys you things, so you let him beat you down, (My mom) yell at you  (my friend) and call you a bitch, hoe, tramp and everything else indecent under the sky (my other friend)
Consistant abominations test my patience from that sticky gum under a desk
Whence dost kindness of the absolute highest degree, shower those with no empathetic quality What cometh from cursing at the universe, for it dost naught but provide: light, air and nourishment
My little baby boy
Kindness is helping make plans, pushing to chase dreams It's helping to throw a pebble in a racing stream.  The pebble doesn't stop the stream, but when it's joined by two or three it makes a difference can't you see.
Dear Santa,
the struggle when you hear those words what do you think of?​
Back at the trailer, another day gone She stopped to wonder why She asked herself, "is this worth it?' She was barely getting by
Just be proud of the person who I am. I try hard hoping you would understand. Just be be proud of who I want to be. Stop doubting me because my dreams aren't make believe. Just be proud of the life I live.
I was in too much of a trance to call her name I did not know innocence had feet until she came Her movements were impeccable as if life was a game Blinded by peace she knows no hurt or disdain
You are my woman, my dream, my desire You are my crown, my diamond, my jewel of inestimable value. Your emergence into my life brought me sunshine on a cloudy day
You tell me do my homework, and go to bed by nine You tell me that you love me, almost all the time You tell me “don’t forget…” and ask me how’s my day
  No! Stop!
Pain I feel it taking over me inside The cries, the struggles The pain that needs to be set free Why did you hurt me? Why must I feel the way I do because of you So many questions gone unanswered
Loving caresses Following me endlessly  Appreciation
Beth & Natalie No words strong enough in tragedy, Loving you with every breath. Forevermore, watching over us
Hi mister  how did you enter my room  my room says girls only at the door so thats why he goes through the window how was your day his cold breath asks . my day was beautiful it snowed , 
We inherited our fathers hatred letting his words tattoo into our brains and flow onto our tongues every time we were bombarded with something new these words fell from our lips
My Mother is Wonderwomen Except she doesn’t wear cape dangerously tied around her neck. Or a funny looking onesey made of a mix between rubber and spandex.
A veil of severed glass envokes memorial of ranging battles, Dusk to Dawn, man to monster. She loves him, she loves him not Painted face, cherry lips, talc powder over truth "Smile for yourself," She said.
I collected in a box all the things I left behind,
  Forever, atleast that’s what you said.
Remeber those days i went starving
My mother has been there, from day one.
I love my kids.... Wouldn't trade them for the world. I hate to think though if I had just waited. What if I would have done it the right way? Wouldn't dare say traditional because my situation seems to be the new tradition.
Dedicated to my mother who gives her all for me! Thanks mom, you mean the world to me (you are the something important the poem asked for)!!!    Sometimes I'd say that I love her
Mother: Shivering nights follow me as my stomach grows I feel her inside me I can picture her face, smile, personality Worth such a huge future But I couldn’t give it to her
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears. Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors? Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free. One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
My heart is breaking just like glas
Today is yesterdays, tomorrow
A background noise A slight ringing in your ears Just enough to be annoying But not enough to keep your attention.   Today I decided to climb up the shelves in the closet in your bedroom
There is nothing sadder-- not even the loss of a cherished item, not even the mewing of an abandoned kitten,
The Love Song of Martha Alvarado “Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it.
What did I do wrong to make you hate me? Is this the will of God or just of life? Why do you pretend that you are friendly, When all you do is cause a person strife? No matter what the cost, I want you out,
Her heart breaks at every sight she holds her breath tight
Introducing Supermom,
Never thanked you for making things possible Never apologized for that day I made you cry Never understood what you were trying to say I was truly blind This isn't crap This is real
Missing her day by day, Only wanting her to hug me again. Though it's been almost 5 years,
There’s not one thing that I love more on this Earth and that I care about more than anything in the whole universe. Theirs no replacing her because there will be not one living thing that could EVER be as great as her.
It's a scary word to hear,You wonder "what if" when you hear it.After the diagnosis,Everyday becomes a blessing.My mom has cancer.
She held her growing belly
Some people say the dead cannot speak. They speak. We speack. I speak.
Since the day you were born You stood proud and tall  Living each day Not afraid of the fall   You help others in need Without a second thought Your kind words and embrace
"No kids?" he asked, incredulous "Aren't you concerned about preserving your lineage?" I, too, am in disbelief of such a question Which implies you are more concerned about spreading your seed
A mother is suppose to be a loving figure
Your ideas made me, desgined me. The paper was my womb and the ink nourished me. When i was ready, you P U S H H H H ED me. out. My spine showed my name. Given. My cover reflected you.
A woman of Black gold, gave birth to an olive child, Strong and mighty was she to stand by a father who stood to just pretend. Made sure her little peice of hope in this world was warm, fed, and fast asleep everynight
Thank you... For standing by me through thick and thin For not giving up on me when I didn't win For your patience when I kept pushing you away For caring when I said I didn't need you anyway
  Riding for miles, Your perfect smiles,   Silent conversations, Innocent flirtations,   The hot, sunny days, They passed me in a daze,   Mindless texts, Not knowing what comes next,  
Sometimes we disagree, But that’s okay. To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re always there, You’ve helped me grow, And you always know what to say,
Why do we go through life in a haze? Shouldn't we be illuminating the room with a blaze? Why don't we spend time telling people we care? Why isn't it at all fair?  Teachers, shouldn't you take time to stare?
  Mother Earth  rejoices hymns of children cradled in branches birthed by her human mothers   Mother Earth rooted in pain endurer of vain bears blessing, sends prayer
Heaven ain't where you belong and what I am writing may be wrong. But you were only twenty four, and I was only one. I didn't know you were done So this, is mama's your poem. Heaven ain't where you belong
You can tell she has a heart of gold. Outside it appears to be the opposite. She refuses to rise above the struggle. She refuses to take help from anyone. It hurts me to see her stay stagnant,
Flashes of bright lights littered the night sky. Sharp noises in the air muted the humming of cars that rushed past our hotel room. The palm trees were cocooned in Christmas lights,
You held me in your arms and told me It would be okay. It’s not.   Its been a year since I saw you last. I always know how long it’s been.   A year seems like an eternity
Bright like the sun Beauty overflows You shine among us as stars do, In the empty might sky   Luminous as the moon Gentle as a bear, Still your compassion surpasses it all  
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations Of warm colors for the same sunrise, I see, but different bird cries probably
mother, mommy, mom, mama so many different nameseach unique special dreadful lovingher kids look up to herbut they face her terrible wrathall the time they endure
I am my mothers daughter As she is beautiful, so am I As she is loving, so am I As she is caring, so am I As she is courageous, so am I As she is graceful, so am I As she is smart, so am I
Wade   Waking up to the alarm sound of cries from mothers,Putting on tattered clothes worn from dead brothers,Open up my phone, and hoping to get a text from one of my many lovers.Better get ready to go, before dad gets up with his morning bottle,
Before my daughter, I didn't know what I wanted to be. Now that she's born, I know exactly. I want to be someone she can look up to. I want to be someone she'll like to view. So when she's older, I know she'll say,
Depression has controlled my mother's life. No one can understand what she's going through. I wish I can cut the pain with a knife But not even I, myself, can acede to. All I can try to do is give her love.
When I lay myself to sleep I would always wonder what I'd dream of Inspired to plunge into that process by the twinkling of the stars above As I ponder, sleeping slowly creeps  
Her tears were almost as rare as her smile Her world of color was stricken with black Her eyes crept with tears as they did      A tactful guile As her face she hid But each time in the corner
You are the one who gave to me my life Along with that guy who calls you his wife. I know that you want what is best for me Even though it may cost you a great fee.   I could not love you more than I do now.
She never gave up on me,even when I deserved it. She stood by me and protected me. I love her for it unconditionally. The woman who sacrifices her heart and her soul to always make sure my life feels whole.
  It was more than a sacrifice Do not really know what it was But when my mom first held me in her arms It felt like the world was no longer dangerous I had the world at my feet.  
Though from you I was not born Very little do you scorn Though normally well deserved I need not be reassured Off your unconditional love, So that when push comes to shove You will never leave my heart
With grace and power she stands there Light soothing hands with a maternal touch Gentle eyes that cut through glass and fair hair that falls upon her shoulders Dependable, she is everyone's crutch   
Nueve meses me cargaste Un dolor inexplicable al dar luz a mi existencia  Al estar en tu vientre siento el latido de tu corazón alimentándome con tu amor  Eres quien me da las fuerzas Mi inspiración eres tú. 
my mother taught me to grow up strongmy gradmother taught me to grow up propermy father taught me to grow up sarcasticyou taught me to grow up strongto grow up with love
My Mother, my friend so dearThroughout my life you’ve always been near I can count on you to guide my wayEven when I wake up grumpy to start the day  
You say you are sorry, / And leave. / Which adds to my burdens, / I heave. / You say "I love you," / Then stab, / The sensitive heart, / I do have. / You say that you want me. / Ignored, / As I pour myself out, / On the floor.
I claim I’m lonely But there’s always a figure right beside me Walking by me. Grasping my hand through thick and thin. I failed to apprehend her feelings from within
I sit alone waiting for you. I sit alone, my thoughts beginning to brew. It's been a long week, you and I have had it out. Oh, what a week filled with so much doubt. As you yell, I begin to cry. As you criticize, my heart begins to sigh.
I love the way you always tease, Even though you’re mean. I know it’s hard to love your girl When she’s in her angst-y teens
Blood drippingLegs closedArms coveredFeelings exposed Hearts racingWounds unhealedMorbid thoughtsLips are sealed Alone AloneYou left againA knife in my backIgnorant men
We tiny seedsAre nurtured with loveMothers plant usWith shovels and gloves Mothers pull weedsFor more room to growAnd mount us to stakesTo lean on in snow
“There’s nothing wrong with dreaming,”                That’s what I tell my son.A dream can make a day less dreary                and keep an old soul young
Angel of mine Angel of mine Things were always fine Angel of mine Angel of mine That is no saint crossing our lines Angel of mine  Angel of mine Are you blind? Angel of mine
Mother me? Can’t I be something other than thee? Can’t my branches grow? Ever which way to and fro? And be as beautiful as long Hair?
I stacked them up as tall as the sky Which may sound like very high Though really it was just a lie, Probably because I was small in size.   My mother brought them home each month,
She tears into my heart and soul like fire. The words burned deep within a wounded heart. Deception's hold over a profound liar. My love and dreams  singed and torn apart.
Ever since I was a baby, When I was first overwhelmed with senses and pain, She told me that I had long, elegant fingers, the most beautiful hands. They were thin but strong, just like the threads of a spider’s web.
That light that you see It isn't me. My light is broken there is no way for it to be repaired.
Daddy left the other day, Left me a rocking horse, Left mama sad and crying, Left me with no remorse, Mama's stuck in bed now, I'm doing all the chores, Though left without a penny,
Faith is believing To trust without receiving Though after all is said and done I hope I won’t be left with none I work and work to fill that void To fix that part of me you destroyed
Second Sunday of May my father brought my brother, mother, and I to our favorite breakfast place to celebrate the holiday. I was young, just five years old. My brother two years my elder.
Write-wash   Why do I write? I write so that my caged thoughts can take flight. So that my lyrical mind can unwind around the spherical bind of reality-- See, with me—I am far from the normality.  
Dear God, Where were you? Sincerely, Daughter of an alcoholic narcissist.   Dear Father, Where were you? Sincerely, Daughter of an alcoholic narcissist   Dear Mother,
An image   by Ima Ríos   I have an image on my mind. A memory. A memento. A picture that is yours. Yours and mine. Its about you, me and our love.  
She held my hand as a child, keeping me upright and safe.  She supported me in my older years, saying,  "Life is the chances you take."  Now today I reminice these times,  haunting me more and more.  I hope, in other words,  she'll always be happy
Her eyes are brown, dimmed with misuse -bloodshot, another sign of the abuse.A small light ignites as she hands me an old journal;pride of the past dubs her almost maternal.
If i could erase from this world everything that reminded me of you, God would have to take everything back and start from scratch. For the mark you left on my life is so immense, so intricate...
Why I write? I write because you told me to Because you encountered history and literature but never met a pen or page
There is nothing like nothing like a mothers love. Always there, always worrying, she always cares. Putting you before herself and anyone else. She won’t eat until you eat, won’t sleep until you’re safe and sound.
TEARS, rolled down our faces as we said bye to our mother ANGER, seethed from us as someone tried to replace her LIES, were poured into us that it could be fixed YEARS passed and we moved on and were reunited
she is gone, she never got to see dawn. i held her hand as she passed, the moment seemed to go too fast. tears filled my father's eyes, as he knew her spirit soon would rise. her flesh so tight, her color a shade of purple so bright.
You wake up, eat, drive to work, drive home, sleep- repeat. What is this? Am I truly happy? We begin in the womb for a time. Born and as we grow, the cycle restarts once again. What is my purpose?
Who's your mama? Does she have glowing brown skin and dark brown eyes? Is her waist a little thin and her hips a bit wide? Do you get warmth from her hugs and see love seep through her eyes?
  I have so much anger Slumbering but easily awoken, In my gut. She fills me with a rage I’ve never known I can’t control It’s humiliating and all-consuming.
If only you’d have stayed And made me never fear I’d have shown you night and day And made you hold me dear You’d love yourself, keep me safe And want to be with me
How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly? We've had our ups and downs, many times, but I've kept you in mind lovingly. I know that I haven't been the perfect child, but honestly
He is small, such a tiny thing. He loves loud, bright, or shiny things.  He's full of laughter, love, and cheer. In Mommy's heart he is darling and dear. His smile gets the attention of many old ladies, They say "So sweet!
*for my mother*    Yellow light casts its glow across the halls, ghoulish, Empty except for the sounds of whirring machines and soft feet. The halls open into a room where skeletons reside,
Lost my mother At the hands of death. A childhood of struggle From breath to breath. A void too sudden Without warning or shame.
Two are falling on the ground One lands right side up  The other can't be found    The tide brings in  A large open mouthed scream  Part of me thinks I must be asleep   
I’m from white church dresses and blue paint, From bleach that helped wash out the stains, From hair bows my mom would put in my hair because “it’s cute”, I’m from pink and purple flowers that grew in my grandma’s garden, From the blue kitty pool
  I’m from white church dresses and blue paint                                                                                  From bleach that helped wash out the stains                                                                            
My mother likes attention and she’ll do anything to get it. My mother likes Xanax; I've seen her pop it dozens of times. My mother likes child abusers because all of her boyfriends fit the definition.
People say we are too young Too young to know what love is But the first person we love is our mother  The first person we lay eyes on  The first we connect with 
I watched my motherfrom under water. Therewas a perfume risingoff the morning sea.She sang slow andbreathed it all in. She watched my heartslowly softening.
My Mom, my best friend Standing by me, from start til’ end. She’s always there when I need her To comfort and to care She catches every tear I shed She’s always in my prayers She lifts me up when I fall
My mother is special kind of woman She is no ordinary mother, for her ways Her ways are different, they are unique As she shows love in various ways
You shed a tear and she is there, Holding you in her arms, against her warm body. She is the loudest one to clap in the crowd as you perform. And the one who supports you through tough times.  
I’m thankful for having a mother like you, If you weren’t my mommy I don’t know what I’d do. Without you in my life I don’t know where I’d be, You keep me smile beautiful for everyone to see.
Like a best friend, Poetry is there. It is always open, And it is always fair.   Like a mother, Poetry is there. It will always accept you, No matter what you dare.  
Death, is a jealous fellow he has no age, grace, nor liking it considers not woe, nor sorrow he displays a complete arbitrary arrival he does not consider survival and lingers with denial
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All I need A kiss goodnight To know I’m loved It will be all right Her sweet smile A mother’s care Her gentle touch Brushing my hair
She’s dead. Throat slit, Wrists cut, Mouth gagged. Dead. We took you into our home when you needed it. We helped you get a job. We saved you.
If only you knew the way I feel inside. If only you knew all the nights that I’ve cried. I still remember the morning Liz cried and you held her, you ignored my cries, yet comforted a total stranger…
(poems go here) No matter what he tells you. . The key to his heart is not locked in the space hanging between his legs. Pick your head up little girl. You should be meeting eye to eye, Not penis to mouth.
You've always been there through good and bad When I'm happy, sad, or even mad Even when I feel like things won't get better You're always there to hold me together
The river embraced its one true form To travel its depths through hail and storm. Through the village and through the town Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
To my anonymous adolescent, I’m sorry. Sorry for suppressing your existence and never giving you the chance to clock in and serve your time here on this earth.
A woman should be treated As she is a queen, Kiss and tell her you love her. Tell her you’re the pretties’ thing, Comfort her when she’s in her weakest links, Put your arms around her,
I saw him once in my entire life, I was nine, I still remember how he looked like, Nothing like how I imagined, Wearing an old navy blue cap, The smell of dirt and oil rubbed off him,
Allow me to set the scene Mother of four One of the most faithful dope fiends To the Four admired as a queen The oldest only 16 Father figure to the youngest 3 No help offered Because she aint clean
Who are you? Who are you to me? You are my father? Oh... I see... A father is a protector, Defender of the land. Chasing out the monsters, And letting sweet dreams come to land.
I was born with ash-filled lungs, and Mama kept some cigs in her panties. She made me a plain dress once— said it matched my face. I never could understand, why every whisper in town waft her name.
I left the birthing house a while ago. A haven of mournful mothers and cries of new breaths pierced the air— absent the slap of fathers.  
In The Land of the Wild, Her heart blooms in the Rainy Jungle The mist falls on the Weary Soul Her mind solely reflects Of the image she’ll soon regret Holding flowers in her hour Is her time well spent?
I need answers I need prayers I need sympathy In this dying misery I need affection I need hope I need this wind to tell me which way to go So come with me now
The first time she tells me, I stand at the baker’s table, wrist deep in flour, water, and cultures of yeast. “Good job.” My startled hazel lifts to meet her calmer brown and my eyebrows rise.
Never forget who you are Thats what my mother told me That advice took me far Unfortunately that couldn't be.
Crystallized drops of dew descend from skies Which spill their frozen tears onto the Earth. The careless sun has undermined their worth, Rendering their heart cold as slowly dies
Everyday I wake up, I wake up with a weight on my shoulders, The desire to be great, or be the next successful story, I see the pain of my mother, the way she worked her butt of just for me,
Mother! Mother! Put down that gun, Don't you know I need you here. Mother! Mother! It's not your time, Me and Jess still love you here. Mother! Mother! Oh why'd you go,
(poems go here) What is a mother? What is my mother? What is she? Can someone tell me? No, well mom you tell me Tell me, what I am supposed to see? Is it perhaps love? Well no it cannot hun
That look is a look that can be seen a thousand miles. That look changes lives and create smiles. That look flows from a mother's approval to a daughter's heart. That look shows that the girl is smart.
My Mother's House has all kinds of things, Things that she loves. There are paintings and pineapples, And chairs, and wreaths above. Her House is full of all kinds of things, Things that she adores.
I bet you don’t know the man he has become With all the lies spreading form his lungs What was branches are now roots We are but rotting fruits
Walking inside a white marble, Legions of snowflakes in the air, Like torrents of feathery arrows they swoop, Tucking-in the ground bare.
This ring and I have been through it all Seasons, months, funerals and joy This ring is my brother, my sister, and friend Till death do us part this ring is my man
They are the only people who will love you unconditionally. Even when you don't particularly like yourself. They are the only people you can truly trust. People that you can put your faith into.
It wasn’t always this way. I remember sitting on the park bench, Waiting for you to drive up, So you could take me away from the place I hated. It wasn’t always this way.
(poems go here) What right? What right? What right do you have to criticize? What right do you have to talk down about me? You were never there! You left and never looked back!
In the mind of my mother dishes are cleaned and neatly stacked all on her account. His dress shirts are washed and neatly pressed in great, abundant amounts. In the mind of me
On the silver chandelier, there's a swinging spider monkey Wearing a captain's hat, and waving a broomstick. Jeffrey tells his mother, in the politest of tones, "Mr. Jumps is at it again!"
The tears blurred the vision in the young girl's eyes. She knew not the paths which she crossed and yet, Without turning back, She ran into a frantic sprint far beyond regret; Like a bird freshly torn from its cage,
I watched this thing called mother Sunder and rupture Spit fire and coal Scream for a butcher We children cry for reprieve from another She sees only demons and conspirators No children, no lover
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea; I didn't know. Dish soap suds, scented With childhood and artificial lemon, Sting my hands, Chapped, graceless. I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
You never had anybody to treat you right Or show you how you should be treated You never felt the security of knowing that you are safe You have been with others But the thought of tem leaving was always on your mind
I was eating my pancakes Aunt Jemima’s Buttermilk and Liquid Maple Sugar
Somehow your eyes of apathy never see. How can you stand on the outskirts of this agony And point, laughing, at the bleeding- Shining bright and smelling of pain before your face? How can you forget that I’m here when
My Mother I love my mother with all my heart... Even when we’re far apart... She lights up my midnight skies... She held my head up high... Makes me laugh when I’m about to cry...
People want EVERYTHING you have but fail to realize there was a time you had NOTHING. All they see are the good days that go so well, they always seem to miss the days everything fail.
Startling warmth beneath me scorched a frozen chest. My breath was chilled, Cold like my mothers words. Fingertips like flames, Burning, exhilarating. My armor of ice was melting,
I remember that sunny day When my world crashed and caved You called me that very morning And your hair needed to be shaved
Don’t look at me With those pleading eyes We can’t afford the name brand, You know I’m not doing this To make you stand out To make you “a loser” As you say to me And your diary
I miss you The you who cared The you who was kind to us I miss the past
Where I’m From By Adriana Ortiz
Our farther which art in heaven, Save my child's soul who's only eleven For she's growing up to fast and I want her to see And don't make the same mistakes like me Life is not a fairy tale
Everyone has them. Like that one on my pinky. Burned in place because, I tried to make macaroni and cheese by myself, when I was three. Everyone has them.
Her lips as red as roses, eyes as lovely as emeralds A smile as white as pearl, and a heart that glows like precious diamonds
The sun emits fading rays Warm breeze brings still air to life Twirling and spinning, the wind invites leaves To dance in unison, touching the warm earth Arriving at tiny bare feet A little girl giggles
(poems go here) “It’s none of your business” were the five weapons of words used to mark my exit. “It’s none of your business.” Frustrated words I regretted as they had escaped my foolish lips.
Why does man fear pain? We can learn from it, there is so much to gain. We come into this world in such painful manners, Our mothers give birth to us throughout several hours.
So many days, so many nights You’re always on my mind, making me feel throughout it all, it’s going to be alright So many thoughts in my head, the reasons I stress
Whenever my life Faces challenges One woman is always around And when we didn't have nothing She'll spend her last penny Just to let me have something I know one woman in my heart
Dear mom, Thank you for your guidance Thank you for your smiles I am sorry for my defiance But why won’t you let me go 1000 miles?
I wonder if the place where my mom is, is as beautiful as the stars in the sky on a cool summer night or the rain on my window pane. I wonder if it's as peaceul as a Sunday morning drive or is it better than being alive?
Ten year old boy holds his mother tight to his chest as she once held him. Now he protects her as best a boy can, knowing only the unknown. His over sized shirt stained with his mother's tears
I wish you could see me now. How much i've gained from life. How much i've learned that dedication can lead you a long way. I wish you could see my passion for everything I do.
Years cannot be unlived Through the piling on of concealer. But she comes to me in hunger. Beauty she holds in her hand And we see in the morning before, How fresh and sweet her basic state.
Afraid it will come back Up like a shadow Up like his smoke Rolling in with the tide Even when I hide I'm afraid it will find me I'm afraid I'm still to week to fight Because I remember how
Hair like ebony fuzz upon her head With ancient dry skin drooping down her face Square spectacles frame her weary eyes red Tired from the toil she must embrace Ashy, hairless arms splotched with burns and scars
you’re getting married saturday. you’re marrying the man you deemed better than my father, the man you figured was more suitable for you than three children, a loving husband, a house with large windows
I used to know the warm embrace she used to give. I used to know the wrinkled face she used to have. I used to know the tender kiss upon my cheek as I napped. I used to know that beautiful high pitched laugh.
My mother’s embrace is my home and in her arms I am never alone. People attack me with words, words that pierce my soul like daggers. I am not fierce nor am I bold so I cannot help the tears that pour like rain as I am in pain.
Are you my hero? You told me you knew everything. Does a hero have to know everything? All I know is how you pretend to.
The last time I saw you without the jaws of I.V.s clamped onto your arms, and without the yellow tinge to your skin, and without you fading away from me... The last time I saw you was two months ago,
Sunlight streams through the window An angel awakens from her sleep Her wings white as snow Halo bright as gold Smile as bright as day Beautiful like the ocean bay
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