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jude-thedude98 · 1 year
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A Poem for Mama
By Mr. PoetAll
Inspired by and sparked from a poet I was listening to on @wanpoetry on YouTube. His Mother's Day Poem touched me and finally got me to get my emotion for my own Momma and get me to lessen the pressure for something I've been trying to day for 10+ years since becoming by a poet which is write my mom a Mother's Day Poem.
So here's to you Mom.
I'm keeping it unedited for the raw and pure emotion of it where I wrote it all in the YouTube chat box and couldn't post it cause it was too long lol. Love you Mom!
Thank you Mom for giving me the strength of 10 million men to smile through the tears and the years of mistreatedness Thank you Mom for repeating this time capsuoed love that every time I'm hurt I keep digging up bcuz ur love I cannot get enough. ur love no one could match even if they even have a whole box of. Thank you Mom for being the light in the sky. When daytime looks like night. Thank you Mom for teaching me how to fight. Not with my fists. Because a physical fight can never attest to the mental shizz. Thank you Mom for checking my emotions even when I'm oceans and potions away. Thank you Mom for even though I have pain every day! You still check on me to make sure I'm okay. Thank you Mom for going to Wingstop and dealing with a demon girl named Angel. Thank you Mom for even though we argue you still have never closed the door on me that takes true Love. so Thank you Mom for teaching me manners, answers, dealing with my crabby emotions like I'm a zodiac cancer. Thank you Mom for being yiu. no matter what you do and what we go through let's always build this relationship on the foundation of Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw and the many more ancestors that are buried because true love comes from deep within. So thank you Mom for planting that LOVE SEED deeply in.
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ocibuloc · 18 days
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3 Amazing Love Poems in English that hit your heart!
Poetry has a unique way of capturing and expressing the depth of human emotions, from love and longing to sorrow and introspection. In today’s post, we are delighted to showcase a collection of poignant verses penned by our talented contributors Hrisheekesh Gosh and Shree. Each love poem offers a glimpse into the intricacies of the human heart, inviting readers to delve into the complexities of…
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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months
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i wish i could save my mother.
@/veniennes on tiktok // Elena Poniatowska, from "La Flor de Lis," published c. January 2011// love drought - beyonce // Athena Farrokhzad, "My Mother Said" // Oleander, by Janet Finch// Hannah Green from "Night Terrors" // Sharon Olds, “Holding To A Wall, Treading Saltwater” // Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom // take care: mothers, daughters, and inheriting self-hatred by Ella Wilson // tumblr user honeytuesday // Marge Piercy from "our neverending entanglement", Made In Detroit // Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers// supernatural season 12 ep 22 // Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty” // Hayan Charara, from Mother and Daughter
for @shestrying
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talesoftaru · 18 days
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In another world, maybe my mom gets to live more of life, maybe she travels to different countries or states without worrying about us at home. Maybe she cooks her favourite food, not mine. Maybe she still saves money, but for herself. Maybe she is a professor at a Uni or has her own school. Or maybe is whatever she wants to be. Maybe she doesn't have to wake up at midnight because I saw a lizard. Maybe she gets love instead of grief, Or maybe she finds love again, or loves being Solo. maybe she eats the last slice of cake. Maybe she gets more than she has now. Maybe in another world, I don't exist but she does. And exists as a whole. But for now mom, I exist and I love you <3 - your daughter, taru.
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geopsych · 1 month
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Mother Earth Season
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Earth Day is tomorrow so here is my annual post. It's long but I mean it with all my heart. Everything we are, everything we own, everything that makes up our family, our lovers, our pets, our houses, ships at sea, planes in the air, shopping centers, factories, cities, computers, and, of course, all of the diversity and glory of nature, comes from the Earth. We have Earth Day, when we talk about problems with the Earth and try to fix them, but it's time for us to celebrate the beauty, glory, and nurturing of the Earth and show our thanks for this source of everything. Let's celebrate the time between Earth Day and the day the U.S. celebrates as Mothers Day as Mother Earth Season, a time to look at, appreciate, and celebrate everything wonderful and amazing about the earth and the living things on it. Find wonderful things in nature and show them to other people. Take an older person out of the nursing home for a picnic or a drive through the woods. Tell children stories of remarkable and beautiful places, animals, plants, or events in nature that you saw before they were born. Give nature parties, play nature-related music, dance, paint pictures, write poems, share photographs about nature and, most of all, take walks. Get up early to see the sunrise light on everything and take pictures, or not, find out when and where to see the Pleiades rise and set. Look at the landscape from hills, take paths along streams and into glens. Sit in a beautiful place with someone you love or sit and remember deeply someone you loved. Take it all in and share it with others! Most of all, take time to feel happy to be alive on this beautiful earth and let yourself feel wonder. Feel the joy of being on this living planet. Tell the Earth how amazing she is and that you're glad she's given you this time here. If these were your last days, what would you want to say to this, your home and source that gave you everything you've ever known, including your self? As Mister Eckhart said, "If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough." And as Rumi is quoted, "Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
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jayvespertine · 1 year
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“mother's day for many is hard. this post is dedicated to those who see the cards come out and feel sick. some mothers leave, some abuse, some neglect, some have passed away. whatever the case may be, it can be trying. i hope you get through the day feeling as good as possible. just another day in the year. remember you are not obligated to love someone who hurts you even if it's a parent. for those who have good mothers, i hope you have the best day with them.”
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secret-tester · 18 days
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Mom, Mom, Mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom's amazing love
That reaches above,
Above space.
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(WAY higher than space)
Mom, mom, mom
Mom's food
Changes your mood!
She's the best chef I know!
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(literally)
Mom, mom, mom
Mom's bravery,
saved me,
Something I'll never forget
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(Physical and/or mentally)
Mom mom mom
Mom, we love you!
Thank you for everything!
We love you, to the moon
And back
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sanddollarpoems · 15 days
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My mom taught me about rejection,
with her embarrassed dismissal of my need to be seen.
She taught me shame for my edges.
My mom taught me to make myself small,
hiding the parts that grew too fast.
She taught me that modesty was fear of my female body,
and a hearty dose of insecurity.
My mom taught me how to be lonely.
She demonstrated how to die slowly in a relationship,
And never say a word.
And part of me hates her for all these things,
And part of me cries for all her dead dreams.
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My mother never told me stories
So most of the time,I spent my time living in my head
Creating stories of my own
And in one of them, I could always run upto her and cry when I wanted
I imagined her love and held myself through the nights
I told myself that my mother could only love me because I loved her too
But it never occurred to me if my mother really loved me
No kid ever thinks their mother doesn't love them
We open our eyes one day and make up our minds that the womb we've left isn't the same womb that threw us out
We eat the food on our plates because she makes it for us, we never really wonder if she feeds us out of duty or love
We hold her accountable of the love we deserve,like her duty ,like her job,like her oath ,like her promise
And she'll hit us and we'll curse her
But she's cursed to have birthed us,nobody asked her if she wanted children
What if she didn't?
She hated her life and she told me how I ruined it ,she kept telling me so I could remember
Memorize that I've damned her soul and body and her youth
She'll still cut fruits for me
And remember how I like my favourite dish
She'll know me inside out as a matter of fact
But she'll never understand me.
-tamanna
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poems-to-read · 2 months
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You are a cemetery of anguish.
You are dying from the inside out, possibly already dead.
You are a graveyard of tears, pain and guilt.
(and you learned how to water the grass with alcohol)
You are a cemetery where no bodies are buried.
You are a cemetery of nothing.
You are a cemetery for other people,
They bury everything in you
And it haunts you.
I ignore them all.
Your torments,
Your regrets.
They're just ghosts to me.
I ended up becoming a ghost too.
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ocibuloc · 29 days
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The 6 Amazing English Poems with Emotions, Love, Care
In a world where emotions flow like a river, poetry serves as a vessel to navigate the depths of the human experience. Within these English poems verses penned by the enigmatic poet Raj, we embark on a profound journey through themes of love, loss, resilience, and self-discovery. 6 English Poems by Raj represented by Unique Things by Oc These all English poems are written by Raj, hope you love…
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chucklingpecan · 17 days
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This Mother’s Day
mom's spectral hand
reaches out
from the afterlife
and slaps
my mouth
for saying
that word
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oatbugs · 28 days
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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theereina · 17 days
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*not my poem but relatable
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wordedarchive · 17 days
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born of a woman of resilience and strength.
khush bakht, to my mother who birthed me and has looked after me since then every day.
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vacantgodling · 17 days
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i am (i killed your daughter)
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mother’s day. transcription under the cut
i killed your daughter;
you say;
and i am reminded;
of;
the naive scene;
set thousands of years ago;
a mother cradling;
what will soon become dust;
and from those ashes;
reborn;
a savior;
yet;
did she grab his wrist;
and bid him stop;
beg him;
“recant!”;
the truth moistening;
parched lips;
caged behind;
bitter teeth;
“the truth is more valuable,
when you are alive to preach it”
did she pray;
he pretend;
to fit in;
like other children;
did she beg him to shrink;
for a moment;
hush;
her eldest was not;
the one who would bear;
the crown of agony;
round his dear head;
did she look him in his eyes;
and with tears;
say;
“this transition,
this path,
is far less worthy
of your suffering”
did she curse herself;
the first time he uttered;
“I AM”
i took your daughter;
he took her son;
yet;
she rejoiced;
and you spit;
embers in my face;
still;
i say;
“I AM”
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