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 Dec 2016
Rj
You used to call me you're little kangaroo
Because I was always kicking
Through the womb, in the bed, at dance class
Always kicking
And even though you don't call me
You're little kangaroo anymore,
Mom, I'm still kicking
Don't let me stop kicking
 Dec 2016
Eternal Threshold
Colors,
Are   m o r e   c o l o r f u l
When painted on your lips,
My little darling!
I'll show you how
To make the world blossom w/ dandelions
With a  g e n t l e   k i s s !
I'll teach you how to send it flying,
To reach boundaries,
Not even spaceships can reach.
I'll give you millions of it,
C o u n t l e s s   as the stars,
Lasting like the skies.

As years leap in harmony,
Those lips, will sing
Music not even heard of.
But I will keep it in tune.
Make it a curve
Like a  s m i l i n g  m o o n !
I'll make it as many as
Your favorite gumball machine.
Cause I will be your witness
And I shall  n e v e r  f o r g e t
Those lips
That called me in a name
I'll die to  p r o t e c t . .
I write this for my friend and her daughter
 Dec 2016
Valsa George
Secure within the mother’s womb.
Sheltered from all storms of life.
Swimming,
Swiveling,
and
Sustained.

The countdown begun-

A wide world awaiting,
Eager faces looking,
Windows opening,

to
Colour,
Scent,
Sound,
Taste and Touch.

But,
Expectations shattered,
Exasperation heightened,
Execution begun,
Excruciation settled,
and
Expulsion confirmed!

Chopped to pieces,
Down to trash.
‘The most unkindest cut of all’!

Betrayal!
Horrid Betrayal!

Through eons,
History repeats.
‘Am I my brother’s keeper’?
The Son of Man –
sold out,
with a kiss.
Et tu, Brute!
Nipped in the bud.... ! How many such cries die out unheard !!!
When a mother's womb turns the slaughter house, it is the bitterest betrayal !!
 Dec 2016
Cameryn Rogers
Sleepwalking through life.
Sleepwalking through strife.
Daydreaming about happier times,
Then you came into my life.

I've never known this joy
Stemmed from the love of a boy,
Who holds me close and makes me smile--
My heart he won't destroy.

Stay in my life. Keep me awake.
My heart is yours; it's yours to take.

My reviver-- that's what you are.
My awakener-- brighter than any star.

Sleepwalking is no more because of who you are.
 Dec 2016
Jacob Cuadro
Dear mother this is really hard for me to say but I’m not ready to let you go, twenty-six years you raise me and you did the most amazing job all the laughter all the happiness all the deep cries we shared and to finally realized and see how much you glow. Going back and rewinding time remembering the day when I was just so small when you calm me down when it dark, as you hold me tight feeling your comfortable touch hearing the sound of your beating heart. Till this day I still remember when you walk into my bedroom tucking me into bed reading me bed time stories hearing your lovely voice soothing me to sleep, as you make stories an adventure and so fun making my imagination live forever these are memories that I keep. As I grow and grow, knowledge start to form in my brain learning what’s right and wrong everything I learn love, kindness, courage all the wisdom was because of you mother you taught me literally everything you know. After years and years I take this knowledge you gave me for this world is so hard but with your lovely words you told me there’s nothing to fear, as my success start to build for you make me see the world more clear. Oh mother I’m so grateful and bless to still have you in my life all these years all your patient all your struggles to make my life perfect still your love remain strong even when I’m weak or start to fall your right there to give me the strength. As time moves on and big news start to come as I tell you that I met the most beautiful woman of my dreams and you told me that you were waiting for this day, as I tell you bigger news that there’s going to be a baby ******* the way. For this important moment we connected for I wasn’t ready for this big change as you hold me in your arms when I started to cry, that you comfort me telling me that everything will be okay as you wipe my tears from my eyes. Oh mother I don’t want to leave you don’t want to let you go but now that I’m fully grown, and somehow I knew eventually this day will come that it hard to believe that I will be having a family of my own. Mother thank you for blessing heart your love your courage your strength and your wisdom as much it hurts me to say goodbye but I know one thing is that your always here in my heart and for that I’ll will never feel alone, but my family is waiting for me and soon I will know what it’s like what you have been through with me and I share your love to my baby girl as I’ll be moving to my new home.
**Jacob cuadro
It's so hard to let go
 Nov 2016
Clare Coffey
I am the daughter of destiny
I watched your past mistakes
I let all your demons loose
So you might learn and grow
I have shaped your present
Shown you wisdom and strength
I have given you your freedom
Now into the future you go

I am the mother of mourning
I know all your unhappiness
I feel your tiredness and pain
When you hurt my heart bleeds
In this world of harsh reality
I will dry your saddest tears
I will heal your aching wounds
Hold you when you are in need

I am the sister of serenity
I am your light in the dark
The comfort of a quiet dream
Sent to help you rest at ease
I will be your guardian angel
Your protector and your guide
I will send you thoughts of love
So that your soul knows peace
 Nov 2016
Valsa George
Spring dawned after the biting chill,
Beams of sunlight filtered down,
Flakes of snow melted away,
The Earth bathed in brilliant glow

He came,

The dainty Darling of our dreams!
With promises full and hopes in store,
To fill the void,
within our souls.
To burst the silence,
with the clatter of sounds
To dispel the gloom,
that hovered on

He came,

High from Heaven,
like a cherubim sent,
with the glow of umpteen candles lit,

He came,

To gladden our doleful hearts,
To deliver us of our blighted state

He came,

Like the first rain on parched ground,
To drench the arid lands in profuse shower,
To ease the ***** of sweltering heat,
To put out the fire of growing drought

Marveling over the seizure of treasure,
long hidden within the crevices dark,
We stood, so pleasantly taken aback,
over the gift, ere vouched, but long delayed.

Like an eagle in its aerial route,
flew my spirits in ecstatic rounds
Like the Swallow, soaring high above,
my fancy took wings and set to fly.

He lay close to me, the bundle of joy!
His dark little eyes poised on my face,
full with words on silent lips,
and innocence on his glistening visage

I peered into that cute little face,
the face I had long fondled in my dreams,
I whirled in the feel of prime feed,
and swam in the current of maternal bliss!
It was after long 12 years of waiting and after intensive treatment for acute endometriosis, that our first son was born to us at a time when we had given up all hopes. Our joy knew no bounds. Now he is 26 and pursuing a successful career in Law! After three years, my second son also was born. I believe they are gifts from God and I thank Him to have made the impossible possible! For us, a true deliverance!
 Nov 2016
Just Rachel
Holds it tightly
Loves it really
Loud guitar......,it is quit silly
Swiftly paces,while humming  
Song
With that **** guitar how can he go wrong?
A puzzle unsolved  
Why the desire
Insanity It leads me
If volume go higher
It's like a addiction,
I kid you not
To remain by his side
Curse is the day I bought
Oh silly red guitar
Why so attached is he
Never will I know
It shall stay a mystery....
So this is a silly poem about my son
and his The Wiggles guitar....he constantly
playing it,basically he's stimming ( a way
to manage certain emotions )
For the most part it goes in one ear
out the other,so it really doesnt
bother me...others ?..well yes...that in
turn makes it harder ....and a problem.
 Nov 2016
Traveler
As a parent of sound mind
I instilled the need to be kind
To stand up tall and show respect
The way I was taught more or less

The streets are plagued with dark desires
A cold rainy haze of muck and mire
Where dreams of youth are put to rest
As a parent I had tried my very best...

I wrapped you in protective arms
Sheltered you from a world of harm
Squeezed you tight until you burst
As a parent I am the worst...
Traveler Tim
 Nov 2016
Abigail Sedgwick
"God is my strength"
were the first words spoken
when we saw your small body
lying still, broken.

"God is my strength"
was braided in the prayer
that your Nana spoke over you,
even though you weren't there.

"God is my strength"
was my loudest heart cry
when the doctor came in
and didn't speak, but sighed.

"God is my strength"
said Jon's hand on my hair
"God is our strength"
his eyes spoke through the air.

"God is my strength"
our eyes locked in to say
while we slept and we cried
countless hours away.

"God is my strength"
as the pain grew stronger,
"God is my strength"
as the night grew longer.

"God is my strength"
as I wept through my prayers
"God is my strength"
although this feels unfair.

"God is my strength"
in the silence that followed
"God is my strength"
my womb and arms, hollow.

"God is my strength"
when the nurse held you first.
"God is my strength"
when the silence was burst.

"God is my strength"
I've never seen this before.
"God is my strength"
I can't take anymore.

"God is my strength"
tiny son in my hands
"God is my strength"
For I know the plans...

"God is my strength"
that day and still.
He holds my baby
as part of His Will.

"God is my strength"
and I know it's best
for Gabriel to be there
where he is best blessed.
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