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Holland Jan 2020
Her focus is beautiful
Her radiant light shining
beyond the spine of the book
her nose is buried in

With a cup of chai
and highlighter in hand
she blocks the noise
of the crowds around

She appreciates the warmth
of a bought cup of tea
but doesn't recognize the warmth
her simple smile brings to me.

As she looks up for a split second
her eyes connect with mine
So blue I can feel the chill of the arctic
rush through my unsuspecting veins

The pink of her scarf
Against the pink of her cheeks
Her pink framed glasses
Beckoning the beauty of her
Freshly rested face.

She is Beautiful.

But she has no idea just how much!
Crystal Freda Dec 2019
I always got your back
no matter what.
I will kiss your bruises
and your cuts.

We will stay together
through thick and thin.
You will always be
my little, soft kitten.

You are my baby
ball of fur.
My favorite sound is
when you purr.

I love you,
my pretty kitty cat.
Nothing in this world
can change that.
blackbiird Oct 2019

mama told me to love hard
not be a fool hard in love for the
wrong person.

as usual, I don't listen too well to mama.

do yourself a favor and don't fall in love with the wrong person.
moyees Oct 2019
mama, I love you,
but you just dont see,
how the joy has left me.
I no longer feel,
from the tips of my fingers
to my toes.
I feel absolutely
nothing.
mama I wish you would listen
when I say,
maybe I could learn to feel again.
but mama says,
it isnt real.
it will pass.
pray.
stop thinking so much.
mama,
I'm trying.
A Simillacrum Sep 2019
I clean toilets
with no gloves on
my two tone hands.

I wondered why
I was born.
She told me this:

"So I wouldn't be alone."

I clean floors and
change a commode.
**** fills my nose.

I offer time
in an exchange
for my wage.

"I'm a ***** and
      I was born for this
         companionship."

I wondered why
I was born.
She told me this:

"I really wanted a kid."

Free agent, here.
I'm a bang for your buck.
Want a bargain?
Then you're in luck.

I can change a bed.
(Please take me in.)
I can tend a heart.
(It's what I was taught.)

I swallow.
(Oh, oh.)
I swallow.
(Oh, oh.)
Dre Poetry Sep 2019
Mama!
I crave for you here
It's not enough staying
Alone here
It breaks my heart
It makes me wanna have you
Every minute, mama.

I walked out to his house
He's loving and caring mom
He gives me all I need but
But can't give me one thing
She can't give me your affection.
He can't show me the path you did
Show me, mama

Mama!
My husband is loving
He walks home early with
His beards dancing from
A bright face he shows
The nights are never boring in bed
But, one thing he can't give you gave.

Mama!
He washes dishes when I'm low
Drives me to a beach when bored
He washes my curvy dark body
But mama, the affection
The feeling ain't mutual
His fragrance ain't yours
Mama!
8M Aug 2019
Cinders and ashes cover the ground
Mama and papa nowhere to be found
I scream out loud; no, there's no sound
Oh where, oh where, could they be

Mama and papa nowhere to be found
Could they be singing my lullaby
Oh where, oh where, could they be
Please, cry out that old melody

Could they be singing my lullaby
I shant go far from the truth
Please, cry out that old melody
The song that reminds me of you

I shant go far from the truth
I know they'll be sleeping with stars
The song that reminds me of you
That one last tune from afar
Another day, another pantoum.
belbere Jul 2019
i have lain here
for nights on end
trying to make sense of the stars

mama never did teach
me how to read
the patterns in the skies,
what reason did i have
to look up
when the fairy lights
we hung
were so pretty
if i wanted constellations
i could take a pen
and map out the spots
on my skin

mama never did teach
me how to dream,
what need could there be
when hers were already
big enough for
the both of us
to share
i could look up
and count the stars
in her night skies
and never worry about
my own

mama never did teach
me how to walk
tall, keep my back up
straight, with her chin
raised high she
looked right past
my crooked posture
and in to
her future,
i stood straight
in her visions,
it was all she needed
to see

i think she gave it
her best
i think she gave her
self better
and i’m still trying to make
sense of the stars
unsure of whose they are
anymore
Sally A Bayan Jul 2019
(for Mama <3 )

She wore her favorite red and beige
batik cotton dress, that morning,
while i,...wore old, faded clothes,
unfit to be worn outside the house,
my slippers, thinned by frequent use...
she would've admonished me,
had she noticed.

she never went out of the house
wearing crumpled attires......no missing
buttons or snaps...her collar was always
straight...stiff.....until she came home
from work at night...

as she grew older, she preferred more
comfortable clothes, like, cotton shirts  
and dresses....and how she favored
those with batik patterns...
even with her back bent a bit,
she still dressed up
with grace and confidence.
whatever the occasion was.

in her younger days, i felt sad
each morning when  she left for work...
with admiration, i followed her as she
walked away...as far as my eyes could reach...

these days, i am older...i still follow her,
as far as my mind could remember...


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
---July 10, 2019
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