Autumn Mother Daughter Poems

Time may change me
But I can't trace time
-David Bowie

piercing morning winds threaten
to strip the trees of their
orange, golden and crimson gowns;
the resilient foliage
gripping tightly to...

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"Mother, 
             You are my heartbeat 
      ...

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Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees,
Running feet rumbling the soft ground,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.

Children laughing, being chased by bees,
Snapping off...

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Melody looked lovely sitting on her kick back porch swing this morn
I knew inside was her gorgeous son, a little baby newborn
How had she had...

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I remember…

The little girl words falling from my lips,
In whispers and whimpers, coloring
Light in misty feelings, flowing like the gentle
Music, rhythmic, pulsing – revealing
Where sincerity...

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I welcome your winds, these triumphant storms. 
The gleeful cries of the mother who mourned.
Winds carry my soul as I cheer with thunderstorms.
Quickly I shall...

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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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Poems about Mothers


Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves...

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We lived in a small room
Near the river
Ammi and I
She said she wasn’t pretty
I can’t imagine of anything
More graceful than her
She would devote hours 
peering at...

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"19 Davenport"



Spitfires lined in regimental row
Amberley in Autumn
fuel burns on the runway
mirages burn slow

Wings counted

His Adjutant's pad 
counts dollars and time, 
cold and sharp, he...

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"Subversive"



That woman -

she isn’t me


she 
(small s)
watches me
silently
with hatred 
of what
light and darkness is
unknown of me 
burns in her belly
bends her knees
To the world, 
all...

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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil 
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 3"


Collecting cut 
silver blue grass
carries garbage bags
green-ant bites, no siree,
this aint fun.
Stand guard, he’s the 
lawn mower Pope 
(she...

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Ijeawale, the daughter of my youth 
Do you know the value laden in your name? 
Come close, let me tell you the truth 
So you...

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