Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
"meemaw" poems
Boomzzz tikki tikki tikki Wah Wah oomphz oomphz me 69 ******** on yo momma and yo sis Dr Weedlord ain't got time your hissy fits dunk dur *** all over yo **** Slap *** and go on reighding Daddy Boozhead  banging on your meemaw asdf hu asdofh u asdjfnhau sdfh unh p.s no women are harmed in the making of this production
0
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
Dur Dubstepper
She will make it a perfect holiday (“Don’t touch those cookies! They’re for later!”) Just like the ones on H & G TV (“Don’t touch Santa! I’ve got him where I want him!”) With the perfect table and decorations (“Who moved the Easter bunny, --- --- it!?”) Exactly like the ones in the magazines (“Just leave the tree alone; I’LL decorate it!”) And smiling faces all around the house (“I expect a little cooperation around here!”) Perfectly wrapped presents with perfect bows (“Turn the tree…not that way…LISTEN TO ME!” Cute Easter baskets for each little child (“Leave those chocolates alone! You’ll ruin your lunch!”) Marshaled prettily for a photograph (“Oh, ----! There’s a grass stain on your church dress!” Meemaw and Pawpaw will be proud of them (“---- it! I told you not to play outside in your church dress!”) The children’s table is just like a picture (“Not yet!  We haven’t even said the  ----ed grace!”) A perfect holiday, or she’ll just die - No matter how many children are made to cry
0
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Stop Crying While I'm Making Your Lives Happy!
asked the little doll, his blue overalls and perky personality answering his own question I would take another stance: sometimes. Some words are best left unsaid, but once said those words are never forgotten Not when meemaw passes away or when papa follows her into the great grassy patch in the ground overlooking a lively city filled with all the people who never knew them and didn't care to People wound deep others can help by sticking in their pieces of metal as they dance their ballet-like dances Fewer times than fingers have I seen things restored to their happy and bouncy state when the depth of a fountain of love spills out and fills up the holes of sadness
0
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
Can We Fix It?
A Conversation about Whiteness Wedding dresses, clouds in a summer sky Those new tenny-runners in junior high The towels the Navy issued all of us Liquid Paper™ for covering typos Wild geese winging the seasons, moved by God The much-prayed pages in MeeMaw’s Bible A sidewalk made playground with colored chalk A blank page in the typewriter positioned Ready, waiting for the next Langston Hughes To write about rivers, or about…you
0
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
A Conversation About Whiteness