Walking Corpse by Gemini Spice
I can’t tell myself from a walking corpse I roam this world Wander through endless cycles Of some useless game At day’s end I feel 87 yet I haven’t even sprouted The fountain of memory has dried up Only a…...
Category 2020 Poetry Prompt 3: Mother
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On Call by Annette Deyro
In the midst of COVID-19 Overwhelmed by the stress to be clean I broke down in tears Because of my fears And thoughts of what might have been. My planner was full, now it’s up in the air The change…...
Mother by Cinthia Albers
Mother It’s been 18 years Since I saw you last Thrashing in your hospital bed Afraid In the middle of the night My words and presence were empty The way my life would become You gave me games of Rummy…...
Flowers by EsterS28
Your hand helps tightly to mine. You never let go. Protecting me from the unknown. shielding me from danger. You always held my hand. Never letting it go. when I cried, you held me close. When I made a mistake,…...
An Untitled Life by EDamonMitchell
Remember when We danced in the kitchen Singing our lungs out, Our own song, We made it up together Laughed until we crumpled. I was ten You were my amazing mother. Remember when You crumpled to the floor Edging…...
Where All Things Are by NetaQ
She tells me that now is the time. There is no time like found time. I know she is right. The old excuses always seem like the right excuses You are as able as the crow flies, her sweet modulation…...
The Washroom by Mrichard1
The café washroom is empty Quiet respite on this special sunlit day — Ribbon-tied bunches of lavender tastefully arranged encourage thoughts of French summers and fresh linen. Green cymbidiums grace the counter — Pointed petals turn toward filtered light from…...
Dad by Gene Glotzer
Who doesn’t love mom? Mothers get all the credit. It’s rough being dad…. This content is for members only.Log In Register...
The Other Mother by Liz Elfring
She stepped in when I was unable. She offered you love, even before you were born. She took you from my arms, a gift from me to her. The gift of you, my baby, to one who could not conceive.…...
Here in the Woods by Riana N
I know Mama’s busy, and has lots to do, and there’s reasons, says Daddy, for her bad grumpy moods.
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White are the signs I use to publish your absence, Reminiscent of the snow around me polluting my nights. My hands as blocks of ice, trapped inside my coat Black as the face of that treacherous entity that drew me…...