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Poem Details | by Rachel Kovacs |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, daughter, growing up, life, mother, mother daughter, nostalgia, women, me, home, cry, home, love, me,

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for himYou gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: love, mother son,

As Flowers Crumble Collaboration with Silent One

Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight

Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be

No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry

As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale

No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love 
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove

Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son




    July 4 2017 
 Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: love, mother,

A Gift of Love

Around my mom, I always felt my guilt
My conscience seemed to always take her side
Some years ago, I gave her a new quilt
I still recall the tears of joy she cried

My gift of love to warm her nights with pride
It's hand sewn patches in a ring design
It showed up at my door after she died
Inside a plain brown box tied with used twine

And though there was no note, I read her mind
She knew the message sent would be received
A gift of love, to warm, when life's unkind
She once made quilts to give to those in need

Her gift of love with message plain to see
She knew the one in need, this time..was me.



    by Daniel Turner


Poem Details | by Catman Cohen |
Categories: angst, death, dedication, depression, funeral, love, mother, nostalgia, sad, song-words, song, write, old, day, me, old, song, write,

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, dedication, love, mother daughter,

CARMEN

Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides

All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides

Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace

More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace

Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay

Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.





26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: art, child, love, metaphor, mother daughter, uplifting, universe,

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: home, identity, imagery, inspiration, integrity, love, mother daughter,

Home is a Burning Flame

“Home is a Burning Flame”
Align yourself with the belief that HOME will come to you in the end You can see yourself in her eyes, but you are not there She must follow her own flame Barefoot over broken glass and rusty nails Tender Moorings is your Heart One day she will understand her revolving door journey Until that time arise Keep the burning fire alive The warmth it emanates She will carry to be brave. "HOME" Is a Burning Flame. (Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018) For my Mother 18/9 dI see you, I hear you. For my Daughter 18/9 bDo you see me, do you hear me? "I am my mother's daughter." 1Paradise Circus https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auyXqyhk4lQ


Poem Details | by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson |
Categories: childhood, confusion, daughter, family, life, love, mother, me,

Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, love, mother daughter, parents,

Mesmerized

I paint your beauty in my heart and mind  
in swirling strokes of wind squalls and light;
the youthful lift of limbs of early spring,   
with summer’s joyful red, with fall's surprise.
I paint you in wonder of winter’s white
through snow storm's chill and my loving eyes.

I paint you beyond the blue pain of the past
with the gray of fear the future hides.
Jealous of luring space and power of time, 
yet, with all the hope, the joy, the ache
as seen in the strength of my trembling hand;
I’ll paint you again my child, mesmerized.


After:  L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 8
Kim Patrice Nunez
17 January 2016


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: mother,

No love like a mothers

Every time I look at your hands, can't help but feel a little teary. Fatigued from the struggles of life, your eyes have become so weary. We will always have that special bond, no one has loved me with such devotion. I'm sorry for not expressing it often, sometimes, I struggle to show emotion. You stood by me, while I was suffering, so many sacrifices you have made. I found success in your sacred refuge, not one moment I would change or trade. You know I'm always here for you, but, so stubborn you never ask. The day always has enough hours, nothing for you is too much a task. Nobody could ever replace you, nor have your soft aroma or touch. Thank you mum for being so precious, always remember I love you so much.
Silent One Originally written 23 April 2016 Dedicated to all mothers on International woman's day and Mother's day in some countries. It is on 11 March in UK.


Poem Details | by Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: dedication, family, inspirational, love, mother, thank youme, woman, people, children, life, love, me, people,

UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma".ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Nina Hernandez |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: appreciation, hero, love, mother,

Unsung Hero - My Mom

Unsung Hero – My Mom


My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And she is a blessing to all who crosses her path.
Successfully raising her own five children,
She also helped to raise all the stray children in her neighborhood.
Her guiding motto is “You can’t believe in God and
Not care about others - whether it is people, plants, or animals.”

An extraordinary human being, generous to a fault,
She would give her last slice of bread
To anyone who needed to be fed.
Nothing, including her time, is too good or too precious 
To share with family, friends, and even strangers.
Often she’d sacrifice her own happiness,
If it meant that others would be happy.

While Mamacita is very humble, forgiving, and non-judgmental,
She is nobody’s fool and can be a fierce lioness, 
Quick to defend her values and those she loves.
Caring mothers like her are especially rare today,
And should be declared national treasures.
Because of her powerful influence and the solid values she instilled,
I am a stronger, kinder, more conscientious, and better person.

My Mom helped me to see life in a more positive
And compassionate way – to treat people 
How I would like to be treated.
Even though she is not a regular church-goer,
She prays several times daily and her home is her altar.
I thank God every day for blessing me with this wonderful mother,
And for her continued presence in my life.
Mom, you will always be my hero!



Entered in “Unsung Hero Contest” sponsored by Carol Eastman (7-30-
2014).


Poem Details | by Kristin Reynolds |
Categories: dedication, forgiveness, love, mother, sorry, teenbaby, me, baby, love, me,

Through the Door

Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt
that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying?

Can you see them hurt me? When they curse me, flay me; 
ground me with their unformed anger and bravado-uncertainty
until they fly behind doors, crying over what they’ve said – 
wishing they could take it back? 

O’, does that pride HURT! 
It stabs the chest and holds…holds…holds.
Can you see them behind doors and feel their wishful hearts burn? 
Can you feel them loving me through it all?
Love is not something easily hiddenLove like that breaks down doors – 
                                    sees through them
Can you see my tears; feel the weight of them on your cheeks? 
They are yours
Where you are (past the furthest/closest door) can you see me in them? 
Can you see the love I kept hidden in my dark and painful dungeon? 
You never knew what he did to me – but deep down, I blamed you anyway
There was only you left, you see; always you.
Can you see, I'm just like you?

If you can see me, you know
And if you can hear me crying through this God Damned pen (all those notes – 
all those written sorry’s slipped beneath doors - you must have known that
even at 37, I’d write you my heart in a note!)

You, Gran/Mother, are my one and only regret
That for 7 years, I treated you like a burden, a bother, and a barrier
I treated you like you should have treated me – an unintentional intruder;
like something taken, not given
But worse than that, I treated you like an acquaintance
Knowing how badly that must have hurt you, makes me want to be kicked in the face 
until I am unrecognizable; to the rest of the world, and myself

But life’s not like that, is it? NoYou knew that, too

My baby boy has your nose, ears, and eyes
Do you think that if I whisper in his ear tonight while he sleeps (between you and me – 
at the doorway), you could hear me?
Tonight, I will whisper love in his perfect ear (pressed up against heaven’s door) -
maybe you will hear me say,

“Indy…Gran, I’m so sorryIf you can hear me, please give me a sign so I will know 
you’ve heard meI want to see you smile again – just one more time…please…
let me know that somewhere, behind the door, you forgive me…”

And in the darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight covering his small face
like an angel’s kiss, the baby boy in her likeness, smiled.


Poem Details | by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: caregiving, confusion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, life, love, mother, peace, sad, sister, sorry, teen, time

The Best Mistake

You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day

Your thoughts are racing through 
and through.

You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very 
much loved in grace.

Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.

You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.

So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: car, fear, love, mother, old,

Mother -- Come Home





Sitting with her now
       Watching 
How did she get so old?
       How did I get so old?
So many pills
       Green, blue, white, red, yellow, orange
All kinds of shapes
       Round, oval, oblong – big and small
A tackle box with markings
       Monday through Sunday

We talk and laugh then
       A knock on the door!
I’ll get it
      A police officer – young, clean shaven
As I open the door
      I jokingly yell  He’s here to arrest you mom!
Sir, I do need to speak with your mother
      What, Oh come in

MrsMeade, did you hit another car?
      Her face showed confusion, concern fear
With a trembling voice No officer,  I    dd i d        not
      I followed the young man to the garage
A scrape, red paint, a missing mirror
     My heart sank
Thinking to myself – is she lying?
     Or does she not realize what she has done?
Does it matter?
     The time has come 

As I hug this frail old woman
     Shoulders shaking, tears soaking my shirt
I whisper in her ear
    Do not fear everything will be OK I love you
Standing there I realized 
    Our roles had changed 
Come my darling 
    It is time for you to live with us
Happy Mother’s day
    I do love you! 









David Meade
May 10, 2015
Love Generously 


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: caregiving, dedication, devotion, happiness, health, hope, husband, life, love, mother, passion, uplifting, wiferose, kiss, rose,

Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom(7/8/2013)


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, brother, daughter, devotion, father, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, i love you, life, love, mother, passion, people, romance, sister, social, teen, wife, youth,

Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: mother,

Unbroken Chain of Love

Was there ever a time she doubted my love?
As a child, did I let her know how much her acts of kindness meant? 
No one will ever love me as she did.
Decades have passed, but my heart still yearns for her touch.
Ageless is the affection for the mother who lives in my heart.



*Written March 15, 2015, in honor of my mother who passed far too young in 1984.


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: love, mountains, sunshine, wisdom,

Mother Nature

                  Mother Nature..

I see a mountain, wake me up there.
Tired of dreaming, no time to spare.
I will be flying soberly drunk.
I am just living, don’t ask me where.

There will be some light full of delight.
I am tired of darkness and night.
I will be drinking, drinking the dew.
Thanking the sunshine, shining so bright.

I am waiting and waiting to see.
Watching your sunset under a tree,
Seeking for wisdom, seeking your path,
Flying toward you, dancing with glee.

I am so lonely, sky is my friend.
Talking and smiling, so I pretend.
I will be seeing, you in my dreams.
Waiting and hoping how this will end.

Tell me where you are, I am abused.
Lots and lots of pain used and misused
Tell me what to do, I am so lost.
It is no wonder, I am confused.


4/16/2017    Haloo

* I named the painting " Mother Nature"It is acrylic on canvas.
I removed the painting so I can put a new one...


Poem Details | by Yvonne Evanoff |
Categories: childhood, daughter, death, dedication, faith, family, forgiveness, hope, inspirational, loss, love, mother, religion, thank you

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: day, fantasy, love, mother, mountains,

Perhaps One Day - For Avatar

   (a Triple Triolet)

Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.

There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.

Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.

Not a strictly romantic movie, but it involves love of nature as well as a romantic part between the leadsAnd I LOVED this movie and its message!
For  Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: celebration, love, mother, sensual, sexy,

Fruit of Love - An array

Nature unfurls charms Loving emotions flourish Her cup runs over Exquisite passion Limbs entwined in sweet embrace Move in symphony Senses on fire Symphonic crescendos peak Cocooned in slumber Nature’s Miracle Blooming as she takes on form Grand Expectation
Footnote: A Happy Mother’s day to all Mums, Mums-to-be and Grand Mums for without you and the gift of love, this day was not possible. POTD 16th May 2017


Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, seasons

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


Poem Details | by Jeremy Martin |
Categories: mother, me, love, me,

For my mom

Though many songs are written of angels
I must add to the empire 
This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life 
Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure
I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars 
And all light that is given is humbled in her presence 
Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved 
God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her
Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more 
I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me  
And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms 
I love you mother, I love you
I will always love you


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: inspirational, love, peace

Mother Nature ?

Mother' has no nature,
T’s  mind’s illusion,
Brings to that conclusion,

T’was God' who made the worlds,
And saves from perils,

Also the vast expanse,
T’was not by chance,

By great explosion'
Was God’s exposing,
His inner self, to some degree,
That all could see,
What nature' Love be,
The Tower' of power,

The great bang'
Scientist claim,
Brought our world to fame,

Power of God’s great quality,
Brought forth this great quantity,
Love is the nature of it all,
Because of God’s call,
It doth not fall,
By love’s intention,
God’s invention,
Of spinning intention,

Black holes'
Are only God’s goals,
They only remold,
When forms grow old,
And finish their intention,
Of love’s invention,

Recycling the universe,
Getting ready, for re-disperse,
Re-forming new forms,
No cause to be alarm,

Great consciousness' the- God-of bliss,
Keeps up--with-all-of -this,
Some call, great cosmic mind,
Doth keep aligned,
The worlds are fine,

The great cosmic mind’s,
Nature love, is fine,
Keeping all aligned,
And purely refined,
Mother is in line,
Till end of time,

Love's gold' Life cycled,
Doth never grow old,
Re-cycle, Re-mold' 
Love' God's Gold!!


9-18-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: mothergod, me, child, god, love, me, mother,

For Momma

  From a babe to a man, I needed your handNow I understand, it was part of God's 
ultimate planI was to be raised by another woman Don't get me wrong, Grandmomma was something! She gave me all the love a child could needShe was always there for meTruly a blessing! No Mother, you don't owe me a thingNot even an explanationI can't sing, so I wrote this dedication, tTo show my appreciation.

 Momma, Momma you're still #1No matter the distance; rRegardless of what you've doneAs God is my witness, I'm still your son.

Yes I hold resentments, and that is hard to ignoreMy hurt I can't hideWhen 
you kicked me outAnd out of your three children, why was I the one you let go? 
From afar you watched me growDid you worry about my well being? On the surface, looks can be deceivingNo, I was not wellI was actually a child living in hellEasy for you to say "It's over, it's the past"I was forced to grow up too fast!

Momma, Momma you're still #1No matter the distanceRegardless of what you've doneAs God is my witnessI'm still your son.

I remember spending the night with you and that was such a treat, just to escape the hurt from being beatLooking back it was a real tragedyI felt you didn't love meYou were my Mother but you gave me up so easilyGrandmomma became my only familyThe only person I could rely onBut now she's goneEven now as a grown man, I feel so aloneIf I could sing, this would be my song--

Momma, Momma you're my queenFor you I would do anythingI just want you to be proud of meWhatever I've done, please accept my apologyI'm not perfect, never claimed to be

But I am strongEspecially dealing with this pain for so longI just hope we can finally be a family when I come home.

Dedicated to my Momma "Phyllis Ann Lopez"


Note: Thank you Poetry Soup for allowing me to share another piece of my life  From both 
pieces "For Grandmomma" to this piece "For Momma" you can picture my relationships with 
both womenMy mother was far from perfect...But no one is perfect and I love her all the 
same!  Jimmy


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: dance, daughter, freedom, inspirational, introspection, life, love, mother, social,

Last Dance

Strobe lights loud music
silver glitter balls
reflective tiny stars
dot the dance floor hall.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned tight and fast
she was the centre of attention
her choice her last dance.

She expertly glided
up and down the polished pole
her red satin outfit
simply amplified the show.

As she flawlessly moved
to the chants of the men
drawing into herself
shone a dazzling grin.

Becoming one with the pole
giving it her very all
this was her last song
head high standing tall.

As she smiled and waved
searching deep within her core
for this one final bow
were loud whistles and roars.

She quickly grabbed her outfit
running to the door backstage
in the comfort of her robe
kissed a picture daughter Paige.

I did this for you
my sweet baby girl
for college bound you are
with the money I have earned.

The men cheered loudly
she reached her last goal
 turning from the mirror
freely flew her soul.









reworked    08-26-2016


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: birth, i love you, mother son,

MY FONDEST MEMORY

For nine long long months I longed to greet you We’ll if I’m perfectly honest … You were so snug in your home you stayed for an extra ten days! I had waited patiently for your arrival and couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms Finally the day arrived and I discovered they don’t call it labour for nothing … It was damn hard work! But twenty-four hours later you arrived in the world I guess every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful You were gorgeous! With fine downy blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes I counted your tiny fingers and toes You were absolutely perfect Later that evening I sat in a comfy chair to feed you Looking out of the window I saw soft snowflakes swirling It was so so beautiful tears started to fall Now, whenever I see snowy scenes I think of you my precious son 12~08~16 Mr Fondest memory Contest Sponsored by Frank Herrera