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Shannon Delaney Apr 2020
sometimes I forget we come from similar pain
that we both died a bit one day in April
I forget that my wounds are your wounds
it's the love only a mother could have
one that breaks hearts in unison
poetry challenge: write a 5 line poem to the last person you texted. sometimes i forget my mom understands me so well
Kayla Chappell Apr 2020
Time has passed now,
I hope you are a part of the waves crashing down
At peace
Hope you are a butterfly flying around somewhere
Forever wandering
Hoping you are the color of deep red since you loved it so much
Filled with passion
I hope you can hear me
And i hope you have let go.
You deserve to be at peace.
Finally.
I hope you are drinking wine and eating tacos with Marilyn Monroe while dancing to your favorite songs
For eternity

I never realized how much you did for me, the little things.
Im a mess now.
I just wish i could talk to you
The only one who knew what to say
When all came crashing down

I miss arguing with you about little things
And laughing til we cant breathe
You seemed to be the only one who really knew me.
I would do anything to have you back, but i cant keep reflecting on the past.
I have to let go too, but i cant let go of you.
You were my life. All that i knew.
Gone far too soon.
God i wish i woulda knewn.
I would never turn down an outfit you picked out for me,
Just because i love you.
I would never turn down an opportunity to come see you,
Which i know i did towards the end.
Too involved in social dynamics and friends.

I regret it all momma.
What i would do, if i knew, that i would never see you again.
I would have never missed your birthday.

It cuts me to the core.

Just know, i love you so.
I hope you are singing a song.
With not a worry.

Dont stress about me,
Ill be okay, eventually.
I love you infinitely and appreciate all you do for me.

Still sending signs to me.
I love you so.
Like rose said to jack, ill never let go.

I cant wait for us to meet again.
You always called me your angel baby
But you are my angel now.
I can feel you watching over me. <3
I love you my butterfly.
~ To the ends of the universe, til’ the end of time.~

Youronlydaughter -- ~
SoftHands Apr 2020
Mom
Until I get to heaven
Can my Mom
watch my garden in heaven?
Cjf Apr 2020
Hey ez. Just wanted to say, you would be 5 months now. Almost to 6 baby girl. Cousin Ellie just got to 7. Shaydens at 1. Liliana is at 8. You would’ve been right in between. Just perfectly spoiled rotten with love. We miss you. I do. Sometimes I feel so guilty that I don’t think of you often. But thinking of the could’ve and would’ve beens leaves an ache inside that hurts too much. I guess I’ve associated you with so much pain that I think of you when I’m feeling low. I’m happy for the most part. You know? Like.. things feel okay. I held shayden the other day remember? I dreamt of you that night and felt like I was holding you and I felt like that was a push from you to tell me that it was okay for my arms to hold a baby even if it’s not you. It’s just hard for me tho. To have to be awkward and laughed at and watched over as I hold a newborn when I should’ve been used to it by now. I should’ve been the one to be able to tell the best way to angle the head and even know how to burp them. I know others don’t mean to be insensitive it’s not their fault.. I’m the one who always shows them how strong I am and that im not still healing. Thanks to you. I don’t know some times wether to thank you or not because if you were here I wouldn’t have had to find out what I’m capable of. If you were here I wouldn’t have had to find out what being strong means. You showed me the purest love in the most simplistic way and I wish there was a way I could feel that again. Maybe the hurt inside me when I think of you is that love still just not so pure anymore since it’s marred with losing you. I know it’s bad that I don’t talk about you. But baby, it’s only been 5 months. How does anyone expect me to just be okay with it now? 5 months of you being alive would be you still being brand new. 5 months of you being dead means that I’m still holding on. 5 months of me trying to go back to normalcy. Staying with friends, going for drinks, laughing and making jokes. Some of it feels more fake than others. I don’t think you realize how much happier I would be with you here. I sometimes get a thought in my head that is terrible, but that I think is my way of coping because it isn’t how I really feel. You know? That maybe I wasn’t ready for you. Maybe I was too ill prepared. I mean come on look at us. I can barely make it by and there’s just two adults. No car. No home. No baby. And we’re still struggling. So sometimes I think, yes maybe it is better for you.. that way you won’t ever have to know how much this world really is just a climbing ladder and a lot of the times we’re at the bottom. Maybe sometimes it would be easier if you were here, maybe you would be motivation. Something to get us out of our hole we’re in. Or that I’m in.
I don’t know what’s right anymore. I wish you were here so I could just talk your little head off again. I miss those morning drives of just telling you what I had in store for us. Of complaining about nonsense and always losing track of what I was saying but actually feeling listened to for once. You made me feel so much peace just by talking to you. I don’t have anyone to talk to anymore. Everyone has their own problems and me adding to theirs when my problems are easily fixable seems pointless. Idk. I just miss you. I’m sorry that I’m a bad mom. I didn’t deserve you but I thank you so much that you gave me you.
This is more of a letter than a poem. But I guess poetry is what we make it. Side note: It’s now been a year since we’ve lost her, these were just words I wrote to help the process.
Anastasia Apr 2020
thanks for putting up with my *******
Satvik gupta Apr 2020
they possess the strongest will but weakest heart
infront the enemies & the people with they laugh

they hold strongest grip but weakest friendship

on the guns of course , later with the  Gods

they possess strongest vision  but weakest eye

first for  the motherland ,  later
for their own

they possess tri-colour in their vessels ,
so to prevent it from getting fired !


they possess the body of steel ,
so to prevent us from troubles  

they possess the burden of emotions ,
continuously suppressing them but
protected by  motherland !

happy to have such brave fighters .

salute to them !

Remember
the cause of death will make difference not your death
Ayodeji Oje Apr 2020
When I had no will of mine
You went all the miles
When I couldn’t talk
You were my voice
When I couldn’t walk
Your back was my cart
When my eyes couldn’t see
You were my sight
When I knew not a thing
You were my secret guide
O sweet mother
My back bone is you
Lexie Rose Apr 2020
Mom
I never thank you for being the sole orange-blossom in my garden.
Laughter fills your pockets and spills into the air like bubbles, adhering to all who pass.
Only you know how to turn anger into flowing yellow carnations and chocolate swirls.
Vibrant amber sun-eyes glint on your face; you elevate me with your common sense and faith.
Every night, when I was little, you crocheted a quilt of stories in my head so I could sleep.
Your touch turns my tears into dragon-flies fluttering
Off my cheeks, reminding me that I am never alone.
Upon my shoulders, I wear your strength as a jacket against the cold.
An acrostic poem about my mom and all she does for me
as I walk through the house
there‘s this familiar scent
it’s always around me,
always present.

a sweet air fills my nose,
so lovely, it smells like a rose

a flower that reminds me of home,
a fragrance that makes me bloom.
I smile when I notice,
it‘s my mother’s perfume.

- gio, 28.03.2020
slr Apr 2020
when i told you the only thing i could keep down was chocolate milk,
you said get over it

when i said i hated eating
you said "well you can't be anorexic because you aren't 'gross skinny'"

when i tell you these things it is a cry for help
please hear me
i'm struggling again
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