A mother carried you in her womb,
Her happiness moment is when you were born and she met you.
A mother is tender and nurtures you.
She does everything to take care of you.
A mother is your protector who keeps you out of harms way.
She worries about you night and day.
A mother is your supporter and inspiration.
She guides you in the right direction.
A mother is your comfort when you need an ear,
She is the only one who is true and dear.
A mother sets an example,
There is nothing too great for her to handle.
A mother's love is unconditional,
All the decisions she makes are rational.
A mother is valuable and strong,
Not afraid to tell you what's right when you're wrong.
A mother does everything to give you what you need,
She's there cheering you on to succeed.
A mother will always be your mother,
She is irreplaceable because you will never get another.
A mother goes over and beyond,
Nothing can come in between a mother and her child's bond.
A mother is truly a gift that needs to be appreciated,
She is the reason why you were created.
A mother would die for you,
She lives her life for you.
A mother sacrifices her wants for yours,
She is your own personal super hero and more.
May 10, 2014
~The One and Only~
Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.
(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.
(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.
(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.
(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
A butterfly I saw pass by.
Brilliant colors and big dark eyes.
It flew a circle , landed by my side,
I knew I knew that butterfly.
We just stayed still and did not speak,
a tear of joy ran down my cheek.
Such beauty and grace ,I'd seen before,
every time my mom opened the door.
She spead her wings to say goodbye,
I hear her say,
"little petoot,please don't cry".
Although its fall,and I must go
There's just one thing I want you to know.
I must go but I,ll be back,
When the flowers bloom and the sun is hot.
Till then remember this precious day,
and remember I am not far away.
To flight she took,and flew close by,
in a moment or two ,she headed for the sky.
I watched her go,I started to cry,when she stopped mid air
and waved her wing with a sweet bye bye.
Copyright © Betty Landon | Year Posted 2011
I'm the Man
my teeth are yellow
try not to bellow
My hair is nasty
I'm a little sassy
i think i'm trapped
oops i just crapped
I love your mom
his name is tom
i love your sis
his name is chris
I like touching my legs
and eating scrambled eggs
i like taking naps
but i hate my grandpa paps
i'm going to bed
but i want some bread
so i hit it with my head
I don't need it anyway
I'm not going to stay
i'm moving to spain
I own a great dane
I'm going to go take a bath
because I got dirty in math
I'm sorry i just got bored
and i hit my arm with a cord
I'm just gonna throw myself in the trash can
Because i'm the man
I can't afford water because its free
so i drink glasses of tea
I've started to enjoy checking out dolphins
So i killed one and stuffed it in a coffin
Because i'm the Man
Copyright © Trash Boat | Year Posted 2015
First second of knowing to be a womans most precious gift.
9 months to life’s greatest joy.
A precious little bundle makes its appearance
Those beautiful eyes
Lack of sleep.
Your bodies physically weak
In need of a good shower
Lots of Bottles
Washing little peoples clothes
But one little smile makes it worth more than you would ever know
Your life changed forever in an instant
Can’t imagine what life was like before
Your heart breaks for every pained cry
A first word
The little laugh
Those tiny feet
Growing up so fast
The first kiss back
Mommy, I love you, will melt your heart
The piece of your heart going off to school
Can’t imagine someone caring as much as you do
The mommy, I want’s
And the, I said so’s
No t.v for you!
That first A, taking all that away
Somehow you influenced a great accomplishment today
Realizing they need you
Realizing you need them
Knowing you are, Embodiment of all that is “life”
Copyright © DINA SCALIA | Year Posted 2013
my womb, my heart
I feel you fluttering like a butterfly in
my womb, my heart
taking shape, form…in
my womb, my heart
you need/want to break free from
my womb, my heart
growing heavy and restless, you have outgrown…
my womb, my heart
I must eventually let go!
my womb has healed
my heart still bleeds
You’ll understand…once you know your womb, your heart…
Copyright © Vanessa Hollenbach | Year Posted 2012
Now the freedom to fly,
the content butterfly,
oh! those delicate wings,
uniting those cruel eyes.
The fear of flower,
its dear is now far,
with the passage of hours.
Flower, the shadow of mother,
who bears the fear,
whose flying girl,
is now not close to her.
Imagining the horror,
those terrible terror,
if its butterfly is secured,
she still bothers.
Now that pearl gets as she guessed,
now nervous and embarrassed,
the freedom is a trap, wings are no longer fresh,
that flower for life caressed.
Copyright © simran aggarwal | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
In the darkness of my closet
I lay on my back...crying
Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing
Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind
Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ears
Cold Sharpe knife prickes my already damaged skin
My closed eyes pop open
The knifes drops to the floor immediately
The front door opened
...mom came home
I didn't cut that night
Copyright © lysette marshall | Year Posted 2015
Hot August day,
why have you sent all children away?
Jack won't watch Sesame Street,
all he wants to do is go to sleep;
Cathy looks at him and whines,
she's bored and starts screaming...
Mom tells her to sing Nursery Rhymes
so thatl her brother Sam can fall asleep.
Hot August day,
why is this Saturday sad?
Over the roof the thunder strikes,
rain comes down to fret;
kids stare at clouds in tricky play...
that vision of winter returns:
why can't they be glad?
Will they see a sunny day
before it becomes sunset?
Hot August day,
yesterday was bright...no clouds
we're seen for miles!
Hot August day,
no child chases lovely butterflies!
Written on 8/14/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
I started out chasing an always beautiful Butterfly
At a very tender age, maybe five......
With curiosity ,my little legs moved along with it
As it flew farther and made short stops on what attracted it's eye ..
I wondered what was going on in my young mind,about,
this awesome Butterfly.....
Away I was from home, lost I was to my family ...
I followed head-on with smile beaming on my face,
for the attraction is lovely
Guarded I was with love, love of nature
It winged up and took another almost slow but fast stop on a lily
Beautiful fragrance of the flower bloomed the more with a feeling...
Home-feel' I'm sure I must have felt in that quest of curiosity.
The Butterfly must have flew far But I stayed close
Near the sight but far from sight I was, for I was been searched for..
By my family and of course, foe ......
For I was going after a dream, beauty as it all seem...
I was never lost, for what made me leave home was known...
Memories my step-mom basked in, love in her tone, smiling about how
I made them all scared...
Knowing I had followed a Butterfly
Seeing me cheering at it made everyone sigh ....
A memory In my unconscious mind....
Nature in the eye of a Butterfly....
Copyright © Olumuyiwa Onaf | Year Posted 2017
Vivacious, practical, self-directed
Mary Bailey, nice body
it makes no sense that just because George
might never have been she suddenly becomes a shy,
homely, lonely librarian without a dog or god.
No, it did not fundamentally matter
whether George was born except to his mother. Potter
might have taken over but why should the morality
of a whole community decline? As for the ship
going down, if a butterfly in China had fluttered
right instead of left 10,000 years ago
the tragedy would have been entirely averted
in fact the whole war would not have happened!
I pleasure in and treasure
my insignificance. If only
I could be overlooked
by the planning board and IRS.
One false note gives the lie
to the whole premise. God died
but was elected posthumously to the Senate
as for the Big Bang theory, when it
supposedly happened what surrounded that
golf ball of matter and now what
occupies the time beyond the farthest edge of space?
My wife over dinner laughs, says Face
it, you'll never know so stop asking questions.
That is how we must make music, mindful of our extreme
limits, our politics, our complete dependence on the theme
of God as feedback, bifurcation and correction.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
Tell her she is the moon-
She does not belong to the kitchen
and other rooms like our first lady
Her eyes is the satellite of the earth.
Tell her she is the sun-
That corruption can't cover at noon
Her dimples creates love channels
Where poetry salutes many lips.
Tell her she is a dancer-
Her legs tells thousand stories
Of African tradition and culture
Not of hatred and abuse of mankind.
Tell her she is a singer-
With a tonic voice of nightingale
Not like a venom of an envy snake
Her tongue is the sea of hope.
Tell her that her love made me
Wiggle like a drunk prostitute
It made me lost in God's eyes
My dance awaits her breastful days.
Tell her I won't make her eyes wet
She belongs to the throne not kitchen
She shall build another wall of China
Not in her season shall women rejected.
Tell her she a mother not a whore!
Our lives began from her womb like
Nature began from God's poetry lips
Tell her that I am coming home soon.
A drummer she is among the drummers
Many voices echoe from her hands
She is not an inexperienced kite that
Made fun of the itself by carrying the duck.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2016
b> center>each butterfly kiss offers
the sweetest love given in
tears of a mother
Copyright © Daniella Annalisa Nikolayev | Year Posted 2017
Beauty is you forever more
Christine, pristine wonder from core
Dearest daughter of destiny
Ever in my soul, so lovely.
For you are my fair spirit bright
Goodness, goodwill, gentle pure light
Happiness, my heart blooming true
Gracious bond, I truly love you.
Joyous, precious, wonderful girl
Kindness kindles in our safe world
Love for always sweetest daughter
More than ever so, grows fonder.
Copyright © Suzanne C. Goudreau | Year Posted 2017
Broken Hearted Butterflies
Melting down now as she cries
Every single tear that rolls
Pain that only multiplies
And reveals all that she hides
Deep inside the core of lies
No one cares no one cares to see
Everyday how she sacrifice
Fading away with colors of life
Yet with a sparkle of hope in eyes
accepting all that as her fate
Every dream of a mother dies
October 13 2017
Broken-Hearted Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Copyright © Nimra Asim | Year Posted 2017