Madre Poems - Poems about Madre

...I dream of a right and jolly Christmas I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas It’s very slippery and treacherous when it snows To go to church, I wear leather shoes And it’s easy to fall and......Read the rest...

...White Christmas is not what many people think it is As we know Christmas is a lively annual festival Celebrated seven days before the end of the year Of the Nativity of Jesus. Christmas is a joyfu......Read the rest...

...Mom, my mother is a woman made of pure gold Perfect ruby and exquisite diamond Whose divine decoration Is extremely beautiful and charming. Mom is the most wonderful woman on this soil The one......Read the rest...

...mia madre terra as we rest in your bosom we slowly realize – your fight for us searching for natural resources finding dry – given up – life once lived sensations felt in all the five elements......Read the rest...

...Es una otra primavera Es una nueva temporada Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo Un otro día medio soleado otra vez Y una otra ocasión de presenciar Y de disfrutar de los bulbos que florecen D......Read the rest...

...Sin nada, prometo y deseo sin nada, la mano que busca su hueco su espacio abierto, así, reservado. Mi sueño, sin nada y lo sueño, el lobo que se ha hecho cordero y la niña lo ama olvidan......Read the rest...

...Mi Madre Lung of Life Heartbeat of the universe Birth of consciousness Mirror of the heavens Grains of sand Beneath my tender flesh How glorious to gaze upon you I weep with the realizati......Read the rest...

...All the months you kept me in the womb of you Memories of those will never fade in you Months after I came to you All the love is here for you AMMA, You are the best! My life, was colored wi......Read the rest...

...Mother Plants beacons of life Tears nourish placid roots Her pains quietly sewed in duty Goddess......Read the rest...

...May we rise like the chords of time That hasten us into your greatness Let my body’s brittle bones Become refined Sharpen me, madres! Into the warrior I need the most Valencia in springt......Read the rest...

...Fire crackles from within the aged wood-stove as the curandera reads from her book of recipes. Her rusted voice echoes around her old hut as she recounts the moments of her youth starting wi......Read the rest...

...Si, perdí quien era y Caminé el camino equivocado El alcohol y las drogas, me estaba matando el cerebro Estaba en lo profundo de mi sangre y debilitó mi amor así los demás y amor propio Me odiaba, ......Read the rest...

...La conciencia no aguanto el remordimiento el sufrimiento va consumiéndome Lento pero se bien que yo me Lo eh ganado eh pecado y por ti seré castigada puedo mentirle a Los demás pero a ti no dios......Read the rest...

...Andrea Lopez was 12 years old and pregnant. She lived in Caracas Venezuela. She had to stay with her friend Daniela. No-one took any notice. She was going to call the baby Nathalia after her Mot......Read the rest...

...Andrea Lopez was 12 years old and pregnant. She lived in Caracas Venezuela. She had to stay with her friend Daniela. No-one took any notice. She was going to call the baby Nathalia after her Mot......Read the rest...