Mom Love Hurts Poems

I was never the girl
I was the girl before the one
I was the girl you had for fun
But I was never the girl
I was never...

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After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls...

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Sentences 

the sirens were crying
and 
so
was
i
and
so
were
you,
Mom,
they
were 
coming
to
save
him
not
you,
not
us
because
you'd
be
waiting
until
he
got
home
he
was
being
saved
from
himself
we
were 
being
saved
momentarily 
for
the 
length
of
a
prison
sentence 
and 
he
got
saved
until
he
came 
back
even
more
broken
looking
for
someone
to
hurt
just
as
bad
as
he
was
his
sentences
were
shorter
than
this
one
prison
or
verbal,
they
didn't 
end
in
release dates
or
in
periods
they
ended
in
bloody
fists
both
prison
and 
verbal
sentences....

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Don't Let Go

Life gets hard, 
and seems...
overwhelming at times. 
Don't let go. 

Life gets rough, 
not just at the edges, 
but all over. 
Don't let...

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Subtitle: Send In The Clowns 

Doctor Embroil you are wanted at ER 
the nurses teary eyed never did once stir 
as a child that lay...

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I
Thanks to Valsa George whose Mother Nature poem inspired this write. INDUSTRY is celebrated by most national economists, but often I prefer to say: industry...

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I hate that you fight me
While your eyes shine brightly
Acting like I can’t see
That you still really love me

Your mom says that she see’s it...

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Mom, do you remember how things used to once be? Sometimes I feel like you fail to see. Just above the surface it all looks...

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Pity the poor orphan
  born to wealth obscene
Given over to a nanny
  until she is a teen

Her every last wish granted
  all...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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In comfort next to you mother,
fifteen Christmas I spent with you,
in time’s orchards fruits picked together,
those fruits now bitter without you!
Tears that run down my...

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It was very sticky 
Myron had to use his dicky 
Wiping his face 
Needing to build his case 
He used a four letter word 
In...

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Lynn was the sad mat and Sam the boss man.
She did what he said with black fry sauce pan.
Not cod he said with a mean...

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Saying Good-Bye

Only fourteen without a clue.
God only knew it would be you.

Scared and afraid and left all alone.
No, where to go or even call home.

A...

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In Sickness and In Health
By Jayson Willever

I met her twelve years ago, her beaming smile as bright as the sun.
With glittering eyes the shade of...

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