"daugther" poems
Harken My Daughters
by Solitaire Archer
Harken My Daughters I bid listen to me
And as I say these Words So Mote it be
Teach her from now till time is forgot
Teach her broom and teach her ***
Teach now no reason to hide
Teach her scents and times and tides
Teach her hues and Teach her to bide
Teach her Moons and teach her flowers
Teach her herbs and to keepsafe Our bower
Teach her Air and Water and Fire
Teach her Oak and Teach her lyre
No buildings of Stone No meter high Towers
Let her Dance in the Snow and Dance in the Showers
Hark to me my Daughters dear Teach her so she has naught to fear
Show her Signs and cards and runes
Teach to her to call down the Moon
Teach her Sight and Teach her Bane
Teach her to invoke my Name
in my Place too- call down the Power
In our Circles or in our Bowers
As I have taught now you must too
Pass it forward your line ensue
Daughter to daughter your line in Light
for this moment forward as far as Sight
Witch follows Witch for eternitys Flight
Daughter to Daugther gives Power and Might
Harken My Daughters Listen me
Child go live it
So Mote It Be
These are my words, This is my way.
Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
I wish you could trust me
I wish you could put
You faith on me
I wish you could give me the
Joy of trusting you own and only daugther
I am sorry for the things I have done
I am not perfect
Sorry fpr the mistakes i have done
But if atleast tried to understand.
I need a friend by my side
Teenage years are hard all by my self
I am still young and I dont need a mother anymore
I love you but I need to be free
I can not hold my self back any more.
Sorry but I need to live my own lofe from now on
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
I wish you could trust me
I wish you could put
You faith on me
I wish you could give me the
Joy of trusting you own and only daugther
I am sorry for the things I have done
I am not perfect
Sorry fpr the mistakes i have done
But if atleast tried to understand.
I need a friend by my side
Teenage years are hard all by my self
I am still young and I dont need a mother anymore
I love you but I need to be free
I can not hold my self back any more.
Sorry but I need to live my own lofe from now on
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
you call me a sweet girl,
tell me to behave like a lady,
I am your little princess.
But what if I don't want to be a princess?
Am not a lady?
And don't feel like a sweet little girl?
you call me a pretty girl,
a compliment, but an insult for me.
you don't see.
in your eyes I am your daugther,
Am I a girl,
But sometimes I just want to be a boy.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Sometime before you were alive,
the mother of the woman you will grow to love is kneeling over an empty plot of land in a burning cemetery etching text into the dirt,
laughing,
laughing to the sky:
*I carry with me the sins of my mother,
To my daughter I give my own.
To my daugther my burning blood, this divine fire,
The charity, the greed, the cruel indifference my life has known.
To my daughter these things as they came from my mother to me.
To my daughter the echoe of my own sin,
To my daughter my own depravity.
To my daugther, Trial by Fire,
Clarity of purpose and strength through this Trial granted to thee
Because only through this Trial were these things granted to me.
Life to my daughter I will give
So a good life my daughter might choose to live.
Life to my daughter
because life to me,
because life to me,
because life to me.
The blood I give to my daughter because the blood my mother gave to me.
My blood to my daughter,
Thee,
Because mine own blood my mother gave to me.*
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
he got some bad blood
running up his veins
he got some wolf teeth
tearing up that lace like that
he got some soft lips
kissing the mayors no good ***** rotten rich teenage daugther, with her red lips and her bad intensions
he got himself a real nice face
smiling like that, getting 20 percent off addi mays special pancakes with pork bacon and scarmbled eggs drizzled with her top-secret mable syrup
*the boy got himself some bad blood, wolf teeth, soft lip and a real nice ******* face*
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Little by little,
You will find pieces of me
Scattered on our floor.
Bits of me that was shattered
And broken.
I am badly hurt.
Today, yesterday and the previous days.
You look at me with disgust,
Makes me wish I was never born.
I wanted to swap places with those
Other child of yours that died
Due to miscarriage.
Maybe they will be much better daugther than I am.
Maybe you won't hate their attitude.
Maybe you would care more about them, than me.
I was your least favorite.
I was at the bottom.
I knew that since I was young.
You said I was strong.
You said I am intimidating.
Yes I am.
Cause I don't have any shoulders to lean on when I need to cry.
I make myself strong on the outside
For people not to know how much I struggle inside.
But, I'm slowly dying.
Little by little.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
My little girl is now a pretty gal
Almost eighteen and stands regal
Right time will come my dear
In the future you have to bear
Zealously your own destiny!
Only you can decide
Life is no easy to ride
I can only guide you and tell
Vain efforts from good deeds
Excel in things your soul needs!
Plan your moves before acting
In the end the results will be interesting
Zero love life at this moment in time
At your age now it is really quite fine
Reach your goals and savor its reward
On that day happiness is your award!
Be diligent and resourceful
Reject bad habits never boastful
Act with caution do what is right
Tell the truth do not engage in fight
On then you will sleep tight!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
mother and daugther
embrace
in each
others arm thus
to keep warm but
standing
in the
eye of the storm
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC