Maternal Poems - Poems about Maternal

life ~ a marine carousel of soul-cracks an odyssey of thorns and memories, a reverie ...

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The crow dived in one full swop A chick to be picked for lunch for her chick's So the mother hen in a daring response fluttered her wings to meet the crow in mid air To redeem her chick's This is maternal instincts in foreplay Writen 3rd March, 2025...

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A poet gives birth to a poem, Just as a mother gives birth to a child. The child looks after its mother When it becomes grown; So, does a poem take care of its poet, When it becomes well-known....

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a little girl smiled at me today as i walked home, she held hands with her mother, and offered a small wave. when i waved back, i saw the mother stare at her daughter, her pride and joy, just watching her exist because that was enough. i turn a corner and see my house, i am so lucky to have one. but god, how...

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...And I suppose therein lies the rub, since society as a whole is not like mother and child, it does not fit into such roles. To grow feelings are sometimes hurt, in fact they are guaranteed to, and half the time the push-and-pull is what generates something new. And often the failure in those we see who claim they’re ‘victims’ and ‘oppressed,’ tells others what...

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I head an interesting thought on the state of the world today, about the wokeness, the PC, and why we’re degrading this way, That tied it to something that we often celebrate quite a lot, that would be maternal instinct, the kind that most women have got, that’s why we’re seeing such softness, such growing degeneracy, is that they’re placing this instinct on the whole of...

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The mother loved him before she met him. On days when her love posed a threat She gambled with her health And cradled him against her breast, And clenched her teeth to preserve the gift her love begets. She supposed that with this seed Her soul could soar free, And he- her gentle...

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He felt the void from early on, and knew innately the loss of something beyond touch. A life of bad choices, and failed relationships, still left him searching. He witnessed it in others, friends and family, the relationship, bond and love. In the Fall of his life, he identified the piece missing and hoped it was not too late....

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Though not by choice, you became my kin, Our joy not constant, yet our bond within. I'm inspired by your every move, In your presence, cherished moments prove. I strive to earn your pride and respect, Yet at times, I stumble and deflect. Still, you offer guidance and support, Amidst my life's challenges, you escort. If only I possessed your humor's grace, If only...

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Every female in the nest, feeds and protects her creation, her puppies...

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I’ve had the example Of women I love, Being strong and outspoken When push comes to shove. Generations before me Gave me so much My looks and hair colour Tenacity and such. I was taught by the greatest, Who in term was taught, By the greatest to her mind Her mother of course. Sister, mum, grandma All different yet then They have been my...

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walking alone with my memories and a tearstained heart watching the water and thinking about Her there is nobody here and the chill and the quiet is a perfect combination the makeshift Christmas tree on the sand makes me laugh for short spell wishes and regrets then creep up on me and steal me again i am on spaghetti legs...

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Let us love Nature; She's full of mercy, but, too, Sometimes malignant....

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To be a mother is to be rain and sunshine at once to drown oneself while saving another and to give hope while being hopeless. To be a mother is exciting and scary with bouts of anxiety and care preaching self love while hating self To be a mother is to be a safe haven and a shield to endure and suppress...

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Her first name was Evelyn And her lived life Lovelyn … A not easily won bread But many gladly fed Including those that fled, As strictness was The Head For long years others led, Often picked as Their Head: Did not think she should wed; Men’s life had made her red … Up to her I would tread Like The Graceful I’d read; Did try to...

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