You've remained a particularly fantastic mother to me.
Adequately training, I wouldn't have gotten gloomy
As follows, I'm keeping in touch with you today.
I humbly beg that God would lavishly meed you all the way.
Throughout the long term, I've seen delight and sorrow.
You were the main one to watch him grow.
Also, presently I'm a man you've raised.
Be that as it may, more often than not, you liaised.
My mother led me to His Way, and I am proud.
Without your help, I'd be lost in the crowd.
But you lead me to this point in my life.
Can seek boldness after strife.
The capacity to withstand any close-to-home attack.
That my enemies toss at me, and I may lack.
Thus it is with you, 'the world's best mother.'
I'll never forget you when you detonate your bawler.
Mother Mother, I'm intrigued about your wonder.
Either a woman or a divinely sent savior.
Her emotions run in her as deep as a river.
A smooth and calm lady is my mother.
Written: September 16, 2021
''M'' Contest, New Poems Only - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A guy has been fired though he did nothing wrong,
Thrown away to the side,
Dismissed for a story made up by a girl,
Who later confessed that she lied,
You see, she’d heard someone say, of this popular guy,
That he had liaised once before,
Not realising this comment was said as a joke,
A joke that he chose to ignore,
And then, with speed, she cat-fished his page,
She lured him into her web,
Then announced to the world this happened for real,
These things which were up in her head,
And this man who’d worked honest for twenty straight years,
Was beaten with a shameful abuse,
Humiliated with his art and the verse that he wrote,
Violated by the Department for youth.