"mummas" poems - Hello Poetry

this woman she raises soldiers Spinning sweet lies and throwing hard truths its ******* brutal in here nothing is sacred We take what we need when we want it Its us against them we are alone You are alone She'll throw you right in and you do have a choice You sink or you swim baby Mumma cant keep us all up Come out swinging She cant tell you whats on the other side but she’ll tell you that you'd better be ready gun cocked fully loaded She'll light a ******* right at your feet keep moving This woman she’s covered in scars she wants you to shoot Shoot for the stars But you're on your own Mummas got guns Pointed at men Pointed at lovers Pointed at fathers pointed at mothers Love is blind and she’s firing Into the night so take your post Soldier You're on your own

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC

niqolet-lewis

Mumma's got guns

this woman she raises soldiers Spinning sweet lies and throwing hard truths its ******* brutal in here nothing is sacred We take what we need when we want it Its us against them we are alone You are alone She'll throw you right in and you do have a choice You sink or you swim baby Mumma cant keep us all up Come out swinging She cant tell you whats on the other side but she’ll tell you that you'd better be ready gun cocked fully loaded She'll light a ******* right at your feet keep moving This woman she’s covered in scars she wants you to shoot Shoot for the stars But you're on your own Mummas got guns Pointed at men Pointed at lovers Pointed at fathers pointed at mothers Love is blind and she’s firing Into the night so take your post Soldier You're on your own

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Every day, the cracks in the sidewalk draw my gaze, because, not because I'm afraid of stepping on them but because I'm afraid of tripping The cracks themselves, in terms of wishes don't bother me I won't ever break my Mummas back It's how they seem to raise above the norm of a flat surface to navigate Trying to make this idiotic body fall, just sprawl lifelessly, is the crack But I am born of more studiousness I don't want to look up from pavement into laughing faces, amidst concern gasping with feigned indifference I want to fill each crack with perfection from my heel, from my fingertips, clawing away the empty earth that filters between and settles, hidden beneath crust and dirt I want to open the crack to study it's girth to reveal what it hides, unseen If there are worlds yet undiscovered they are hiding in the cracks of the Sidewalk of Life Stumbled upon by one who wants to dig and get their hands ***** on their knees because they fell, laughing on the way down

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC

helen

Sidewalk... Cracked

Every day, the cracks in the sidewalk draw my gaze, because, not because I'm afraid of stepping on them but because I'm afraid of tripping The cracks themselves, in terms of wishes don't bother me I won't ever break my Mummas back It's how they seem to raise above the norm of a flat surface to navigate Trying to make this idiotic body fall, just sprawl lifelessly, is the crack But I am born of more studiousness I don't want to look up from pavement into laughing faces, amidst concern gasping with feigned indifference I want to fill each crack with perfection from my heel, from my fingertips, clawing away the empty earth that filters between and settles, hidden beneath crust and dirt I want to open the crack to study it's girth to reveal what it hides, unseen If there are worlds yet undiscovered they are hiding in the cracks of the Sidewalk of Life Stumbled upon by one who wants to dig and get their hands ***** on their knees because they fell, laughing on the way down

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Its all gone wrong major tom Boomers singing never gonna give you up Baby Just another day tucked in bed Paradise can wait Mummas teaching a course in free thinking she won't be in till after ten Pappas off perming mullets all weekend he's a successful business man Questionable fashion and a lack of common sense Less said about this decade the better

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC

ZingamA

Eighties

Its all gone wrong major tom Boomers singing never gonna give you up Baby Just another day tucked in bed Paradise can wait Mummas teaching a course in free thinking she won't be in till after ten Pappas off perming mullets all weekend he's a successful business man Questionable fashion and a lack of common sense Less said about this decade the better

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