Mother Love Hurts Poems

Headphones cup his ears 
Like a sanctuary, a secret cave 
Here he can hide , he is safe 
Crouching behind the sofa

He hears raised voices
Muffled...

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Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left...

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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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The lovechild of a god and a poet 
Your eyes in that photo
They spoke of kindness and innocence
The heart on your neck, I took as...

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I'm fading away to oblivion
Fates lead me to having a heart made of obsidian
Shatters easily but cuts deep
I'm feeling so weak, I can't believe it's...

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From the girl:
Mother used to always say
"All men are the same"
Whether you want, whether you may
They will always make you play their game

And then I...

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DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 

Go on and beat me
But atleast not infront of our kids
For they'll not understand
Why you doing this to their mother 

"Mum why you...

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when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that
when...

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Have you ever felt like there was an invisible force stopping your abilities.
That you struggle against it so hard emotionally and mentally.
But every time it's...

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Burn the fat from my bones and remind me,
That I am beautiful because we both know;
I will not believe it until it falls from your...

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I wrote a book. a love story.
in pages few. about me and you.
thoughts and dreams. hopes and fears.
of good days, and sad. some smiles and...

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She yawns as she takes out each dart sharpens the tip and adds them back to pile.
This game has been going on for quite awhile.
She...

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When you walked out I snickered.
Thinking you’d be back by lunch time.
I fixed your favorite lunch – meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
By one o’clock I had...

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i knew tomorrow wasn't to be.
in the fleeting daylight i had left
i sang. and i wrote letters. smelled the rain.
brushed my hair. i looked through...

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In some strange blue green aurora borealis kind of way
my days are an aged book 
I smell of leather bindings 
spine dented
I noticed my own...

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