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nevaeh Apr 2020
i hung up my mirror this morning
and i realized
it wasn't my face i saw

not a "pretty girl" anymore
but a woman
the same woman that my mother was
the woman my sisters would be
the woman that i regrettably am.

i saw a person that would no doubt
run from every one of her problems
abandon her life
over and over
until she had nothing left

i saw a face that i had seen in my dreams
in my nightmares
and in life all the same

i took the mirror back down
and broke it
Vachaspathi Apr 2020
There was no darkness when all the stars faded;
when I am with you, mom.
Flora Apr 2020
Delve deeper in the ocean of love;
Relish and cherish every moment with her.
The care and affection she gives makes you know;
For there is nothing in this world so dear.

Dumbstruck by the patience she yeilds,
And the kindness she is ready to share,
One always runs to her as she shields,
And protects from all the evils that date.

Love abounds and overflows from her acts,
Sometime, we take a long time to learn that,
Foolish are we, that we don't understand facts,
And always be the last to react.

Blessed are the ones, that get this ocean of love,
Fantabulous and special is she, my dear.
Earthly name for her now is mother,
Let her reside in your heart and let that be clear..
Rat Mar 2020
My mother had a temper,
She carried her fire in her voice,
In her demands and her cries.

I do not have a temper,
But I promise I still carry her flame,
It lives in my eyes, in my step.

I know, I do not burn loudly,
But don’t be mislead,
I am made of heat and destruction.
Max Neumann Mar 2020
all the years of longing
all the tears and wronging
all your suffering girl
all your strength girl

you haven't been sure
it hasn't been easy:
dial his number and call him?
ignore your deepest fears

mom told you not to (not to!)
bro told you not to (not to!)
everybody said so (said so!)
you weren't listen (you weren't!)

he didn't pick up the phone
should you try it again?
you're a keen and focussed girl
so you did (so you did!)

a female's voice on the other line
"he ain't there now try again in..."
a man's voice in the background yelling
"no way to talk to your father, girl"

no surrender! never give up!
life is like push-ups feel me?
life is fighting nothing else feel me?
never give up! call him again!

finally you made it: he picked up
shivering sentences spoken
a long talk of fear and longing
he wouldn't ask you anything

dad made clear you're no daughter of his
he remained distant no smile no joy
you remain distant no smile no joy
you're no daughter of his (of his!)
Today is a long day.
Max Neumann Mar 2020
mom is waving from a train
bro has been playing x-box
sis will soon be back from her moon-date
dad is carrying the ashes of his lover

everybody does something  
**** me until i hate you no' more
Today is a good day. I don't buy the hype anymore.
Mark Toney Mar 2020
Mom’s words cut like a knife, honed razor sharp
Which saddened my new wife
Mom now, after years of strife
Says I married up in life!


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
2/17/2020 - Poetry form: Englyn - ENGLYN is a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7. The sixth syllable of line one announces the rhyme, the last syllable of the succeeding three lines rhyme with it. (The final syllable of line one is without rhyme). The content often has an enigmatic quality. - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
seu cabelo sempre cheiroso

seu jeito tão charmoso 



carinhosa e corajosa



ela ama o oceano 
e sonha com golfinhos 

os beijos dela são suaves 
e cheios de carinho 



mulher forte e linda

no meu coração sempre bem-vinda



quero te ver bem de saúde
ser sua filha me enche de gratitude 



cada detalhe seu tão delicado como 
uma estrela do mar


hoje eu quero te agradar e prometo para sempre te amar.

- gio, 10.12.2018
Ameliorate Mar 2020
Mother is broken
Her heart pumps blood through her veins like everyone else
Lungs breathe air to keep her alive, yet deep down I know she is different.
Her eyes are a brilliant shade of green
I adore her yet she terrifies me.
My mother, the schizophrenic.
Written in 2017 through the back flashes of my childhood.

© JUPITERSPROUT_ 2020
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