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They say a daughter reflects what her mother is.
I say, no!
I'm not my mother.
She sees the best in everyone,
I assume worst.
She holds scars but smiles outside,
I scream about pain.
She loves and supports everyone at any cost,
I disappoint people around me.
Somebody put her in worst of situations, she remains kind,
I take vengeance and hurt myself even more.
There are Angels God puts on this Earth, I've one. I call her mama,
On my name & life , I can't even stand the shadow of her.
Kuvar Jun 2018
Just when I taught
Why girls with curves
End up as ******
Tina is just a letter I
And she ***** like acidic pores
Notice Gina
Letter 8 is the word
That lady preaches the word
With her character and her word
She is slaying the devil’s chord
A woman with curve
Yet not a *****
Deserves applause in this ******* world
Alas! Some women out there won’t just let that beautiful body praise the devil
Vachaspathi May 2018
Among the million words, I find only your name heavenly.
Every day is a mother's day!
Brian McDonagh May 2018
May God
Overflow love
Through you,
Hour after hour.
Every day,
Render love to a weeping-child world!
A Happy (belated) Mother's Day to all mothers and those who have any form of maternal status living and deceased!!  I know I'm late, but I wanted to post this anyway.  I know I could have done something aside from an acrosstic this time around, but an acrosstic can sometimes get to the heart of a word in a special way.
N Schlegel May 2018
There was dancing at the funeral;
wild, wind-swept and whirling.
A testament to a life spent unfurling sails and fighting for a better future.
"She was a doctor, your mama" as if I didn't know. "One of the first to say,
'Man, stop calling me a girl,
I'm a professional
and hell, I'll swear like one too.'"

She started her family in this city,
and made every borough within arms reach.
Patients were closer than cousins,
and my aunts spent less time here than the women's wing of the ACLU.

Black is not a way to mourn, but to warn.
A message shouting "Stand clear, this soul is moving on."
Best prepare afterlife, cause this one made a difference here,
and she'll sure-as-**** start something over there.
A good friend's  mom died, and this was for her. Hell of a great woman.
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
Well son, I have to tell,
Yesterday, I fell,
For you,I could not yell,
Across the ocean you dwell.

On the floor I lay,
For help I pray,
The maid, she gone away,
I could not call you anyway,
Across the ocean you stay.

Arthritis hurting my bones,
Nobody hears my moans,
I cannot tell you, my own,
For I  hurt when I hold the phone.

One time my diabetes shoot up,
Doc says,"Lady, what's up?"
Too much sugar or stress,
Better take it easy and rest.
I smile and keep mum,
I can't tell him,my son I miss some,
To mama he can't come,
For he stay far from my home.

Son, you gonna know,
Mama love you so,
Visit mama once,
Over the ocean,hasten,cover the distance.
cait-cait Mar 2018
she smears her lips
with mama's red crayons.

(then
she swallows them whole)

lips like sour cherries,
puckered ,
                  swollen .

wiping her eyes on soft
tissue,
blood stains instead.
only to get sick instead//
Anine Dec 2016
I opened my eyes and saw a light
You were together with papa- smiling so bright
Not knowing anything nor speak anything.
All I knew was I came with a life.

First word, First step, First Laugh.
You and papa would cry out of joy
Thinking those days and wondering why?
Why didn't I appreciated it before?

Toys, food, and clothes
You allowed me to choose things I want.
Crying, begging and screaming
Then, you promised to buy it when you have enough.

Those things I couldn't do, you supported me.
Times I needed someone, you comforted me.
Things I didn't know, you taught me.
You saw right through me.
ghhaaad! it was hidden for too long now.. it would be a waste to delete it sooo.. nevermind :) nooot yet finished btw
e J Feb 2018
What would mama think?

You're left alone with your innocence gone

What would mama think?

Dead beat job no where to go

What would mama think?

The drugs are your only way to cope

What would mama think?

Standing on the edge, concrete 300 feet below

What would mama think?

Lept off the edge headed home
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