Nurturers poems on Hello Poetry

jeffrey robin Jan 2015

gypsy

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hope

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She rides !

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death is already everywhere

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( if we don't nurture
The
NURTURERS

who then shall rule us but the KINGS ? )

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She says she is looking for love

But settles for ......... What ( ! )

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Gypsy !

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Put on your true wild aura !

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If you are not a

NURTURER

what are you ?

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Ride gypsy toward free hills

Aoife Apr 2016

Wallpaper Women

wallpaper women
are ripped down in single sheets,
replaced by prettier ones
with more labyrinthine markings
and colours that shine,
but even then, a picture is placed overtop,
in a fine gold frame and a fibre canvas
with artwork drawn by feeble hands

wallpaper women,
are women.
they are you and i. we are bystanders,
eager to scream out, but a single hand
covers our mouths like a veneer.
we are to blend in,
we are to not speak,
unless we are asking,
“how may i take your order?”
we are a service, a factory,
we keep the world going.

wallpaper women
are artwork,
art that is not noticed by them,
who continue to believe
they are mere pieces of decoration,
something to make the walls pretty.
if we are artwork, why are we covered
with frames and photos and decoration?

wallpaper women
are people.
we are nurturers by nature,
lovers through hatred.
and so many refuse to see
the storm above the soft clouds.

wallpaper women
are told to blend in.
but we are ripped down like pages out of a book,
crumpled up and thrown into nothing.
if you value the story so much,
why do you keep taking pages out?

wallpaper women
are not the future,
they are the past.

women are the future.
women.
women.
women,
            need to be heard.
women need to say “i am here too”
because we are not
just wallpaper,
we are beautiful ****** artwork
that deserves to be seen by
every
        ******
                    one

first slam-type poem. thoughts?

#poem #poetry #people #equality #powerful #women #slam #wonderful #equal

Traveler Jul 2017

NURTURERS

Timelessly
Transcendent
These states of passion
A brief encounter
A natural reaction
Emotional chemicals
No ones to blame
Hard hot wiring
Shot down in flames

When I was still young
And unwilling to fall
You were but naive
Behind subdivided walls
Hidden from your passion
By overbearing arms
Believe me when I tell you
I would never do you harm
...........

Traveler Tim

Zhivagos Muse Feb 2016

the warmth & light

when I look around at this world of ours, so much pain, anger, destruction, I can't help but be so grateful for the mother I was blessed with because, although fathers are important, God made mothers the nurturers, the protectors, the warmth & light...I can't imagine growing up without that soft spot to run to, that unconditional love...when I envision the woman I hope I'm growing into, I pray I am a reflection of my own mother...selfless beyond measure, understanding...true, at times, a bit too overprotective, but heck I'd take that any day over a mother that didn't shelter enough.

#love #world #mother #family #light #nurture

ConnectHook Jan 2017

Bind, Oh Bind the Fasces' Bundle

Brother and Sister Citizens:
Our fatherland consolidates. Let us salute, as One, our terrible destiny, lately manifest as the gathering force of an orange sun now glowing, after eight years of lightless gloom. Now we shine, now we merge our individuality in one to discover our collective future in Trump. As one wave of Greatness we now stride over the ruins of Hope & Change, into the American Restoration. Let us, each one, offer a straight stick of noble hardwood for the mass.

Donald our axehead is now tightly bound with us in a shared sacred duty, projecting his keen edge from the national bundle. Let us, together, grow tired of winning until all worthless cancerous cells are neutralized and disposed of. All that is not full of the Will to Greatness must perish before us. Clad in the shining raiment of victory let us serve with American fervor our new leader.

Women, mothers and nurturers of the mystic rebirth
are welcome in our new nation.

Sweep away the cobwebs of the old weakness, hail the conquering hero, he who fearlessly bears the Roman fasces into the courtroom as judge, jury, and executioner. Let the cities and nations of unbelief tremble and plead for mercy.

Poems shall be composed as bridges are built to span the years.
Stanzas shall spontaneously fall into place and march with military precision.
Every capital line shall converge upon our captain.

Hail the crown of Donald T.
Hail the mighty orange flame
Hail the age's consummation
(Voters have themselves to blame)

TRUMP shall smash the global Hydra
TRUMP shall avenge our national shame.
TRUMP shall restore our families' honor;
CONQUER (in his deplorable name) !

Captain TRUMP, the cord that binds
TRUMP the axe-head and the judge.
Leader DONALD, light that blinds.
Our final King: let none begrudge.

LOVE UNDER WILL ☻ !
(was that fascistic enough 4 U ?)

☻☻☻☻☻☻

Since you people love to throw the word around
so loosely and so predictably...

Fasces (/ˈfæsiːz/), (Italian: Fasci, Latin pronunciation: [ˈfa.skeːs], from the Latin word fascis, meaning "bundle") is a bound bundle of wooden rods, sometimes including an axe with its blade emerging. The fasces had its origin in the Etruscan civilization, and was passed on to ancient Rome, where it symbolized a magistrate's power and jurisdiction. The image has survived in the modern world as a representation of magisterial or collective power.

#fascism #trump #presidentrump

Stephen E Yocum Mar 2023

Tolerance

Humans are by our natures
nurturers, we thrive when
giving, we take in stray animals
raise and love them like our own
children, if they by their natures
eat our sofa, crap on our carpet
we readily with charity forgive
them, clean up their mess and go on.

Is it not sad that we cannot always
extend or receive that same charity
of tolerance to or from the humans
in our lives?

Perhaps it is because people can
speak, make excuses, even lie and
our pets merely stay mute, remote
making no excuses.

Owen Jun 2020

Dear Ms. Gardener

Dear Ms. Gardener,
I am head over heels,
face in the earth,
in love with you.
Your hands are caretakers,
nurturers,
life givers,
and I adore those dexterous digits
that brush and tamp soil.
Sewing love, joy, and passion
in my heart.
Trust and confidence
in my mind.
You're as wise as a willow
as sweet as magnolia blossoms.
In drought
I would shed blood and weep
to keep
our love from dying out.
I need you Ms. Gardener.
You are in my very nature,
holding the petals of my heart.

To my favorite person

#love #nature #plants #romance

a m a n d a Jun 2018

sistas

women!
we must unify
and acknowledge
that it is WE
who are the creators,
the nurturers,
the peacemakers,
and it is time for
our unique power
to be unleashed on
a world run amuck.
and
we
are
|one|

Napolis Apr 2019

Love poems for my wife/ pattys poems 5

(for our children)

and to
you what
will my
final day's
shadow cast.

a name, an
address,or a
public place
to visit
my bones.

when everything
is said
and done.

my children
you were
the givers
the nurturers
of me.

the tillers of
my spirt and
of my
soul.

and where ever
the endless
days of
eternity's
journey might
lead me,

the joy
of holding
you as
infants.

watching
your dreams
come true,

of holding
leading your
hands
through life.

have all
been
my greatest
worth.

to heaven
or hell
I go,

I go
the
richest
of men.

Jose Radin Llorca Garduque Sep 2019

Prayer For Children

Oh Father God, we pray for all children
That they may be granted happiness from heaven
Oh Lord Jesus, we pray for every child
That their parents or nurturers be gentle & mild
Oh Holy Spirit, we pray for the hope of the future
That they can have a life that’s fruitful & secure
This we pray to our One True God. Amen.

-12/25/2015
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems for Christmas

My Poem No. 486

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