"bakeshop" poems - Hello Poetry

Then I woke up, From the sweet dream I've led. Mom's heart came to a stop. We went to a nearby bakeshop, Telling jokes while buying bread. Then I woke up. Never knew you needed a checkup. And now you went ahead. Mom's heart came to a stop. She complained about her makeup And I laughed about it instead Then I woke up. I thought you'd stay until we grew up. I still have so many things left unsaid. Mom's heart came to a stop. I could feel my tears drop Seeing you there on the hospital bed. Then I woke up, Mom's heart came to a stop.

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC

vermilion

Memory of Mother

Then I woke up, From the sweet dream I've led. Mom's heart came to a stop. We went to a nearby bakeshop, Telling jokes while buying bread. Then I woke up. Never knew you needed a checkup. And now you went ahead. Mom's heart came to a stop. She complained about her makeup And I laughed about it instead Then I woke up. I thought you'd stay until we grew up. I still have so many things left unsaid. Mom's heart came to a stop. I could feel my tears drop Seeing you there on the hospital bed. Then I woke up, Mom's heart came to a stop.

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I'm no main character In this story we all live in I'm just that person A So don't mind me Im just hanging If this was a fairy tale I'm that baker in a bakeshop you just passed by Or I'm that young child playing in the streets I don't mind I have no gun to take part I have no information to share I'm just an ordinary character Making the story's complexion

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC

KenbOblivious

Person A

I'm no main character In this story we all live in I'm just that person A So don't mind me Im just hanging If this was a fairy tale I'm that baker in a bakeshop you just passed by Or I'm that young child playing in the streets I don't mind I have no gun to take part I have no information to share I'm just an ordinary character Making the story's complexion

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this poem is just about a bakeshop. no allegories no symbolisms no idioms no metaphors. mother kneads the dough. she does it so well. pounding the white clay with such masterful effort her hands do not tire. neither tires her arms. neither her thighs tremble. neither her smile it charms. mother had been standing there untiringly since dawn. and yet she does not stop. it has been raining incessantly ever since she woke up and yet she does not stop. not even a single costumer appeared not a single knock on the door and yet she does not stop. daughter asked her out already daughter asked her to close the shop daughter always says and with a lot of sense watching mother work simply is not worth the miniscule sells yet still she does not stop. daughter asks mother far too much. she asks why mother is always smiling she asks why mother works hard as such she asks why mother why it was always raining daughter asks mother why no one is waiting at the counter? daughter then followed where is brother and father? and finally daughter asks why no one, for their shop, would bother? to which mother just replied "let us simply pray for better weather"

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC

fake_ian--G1100

there is no deeper meaning. no hidden message. stop trying to read between the lines.

this poem is just about a bakeshop. no allegories no symbolisms no idioms no metaphors. mother kneads the dough. she does it so well. pounding the white clay with such masterful effort her hands do not tire. neither tires her arms. neither her thighs tremble. neither her smile it charms. mother had been standing there untiringly since dawn. and yet she does not stop. it has been raining incessantly ever since she woke up and yet she does not stop. not even a single costumer appeared not a single knock on the door and yet she does not stop. daughter asked her out already daughter asked her to close the shop daughter always says and with a lot of sense watching mother work simply is not worth the miniscule sells yet still she does not stop. daughter asks mother far too much. she asks why mother is always smiling she asks why mother works hard as such she asks why mother why it was always raining daughter asks mother why no one is waiting at the counter? daughter then followed where is brother and father? and finally daughter asks why no one, for their shop, would bother? to which mother just replied "let us simply pray for better weather"

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