Surrogate Poems - Poems about Surrogate

Viola can be a lesson too And every society needs Rivers runs through meandering Drone is an effect of craftsmanship too And I watch you two go. From my window, it is a registered time to leave And I watch you two, giggling and boasting too. As, this world is sometimes nothing other than...

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she was giving birth, a surrogate mother, to a rich childless couple. she had been instructed to not look at the baby, did and relented, she had given birth a wonderful newborn how could she give it away? sensible people told her it was for the best, the child would get a good education, she the...

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Katie Kay’s time was mostly spent with us. She had six older sisters and brothers. She was my daughter’s best friend with no fuss. Family, I became one of her mothers. Katie had a magical angel’s voice. We learned this during a holiday play. Our family sat in front as was our choice. Katie’s family sat not too far away. Curtains parted and...

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Such is your 'No' phobia, you repeatedly bite off more than you can chew Stuck as a broken record on yes, you agree to things you don't want to do sign up for things you hate Such is your 'No' phobia, you...

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Saw A Surrogate Saw a surrogate Mother who was meek and mild; Trump is not my child. Jim Horn...

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So your great gran was a suffragette She fought for the right for women to vote She thought that would make a woman equal, put them on the same footing as a man Looking back, that was misguided thinking by woman like your great gran Your great gran and her suffragette sisters didn't count on their own gender betraying them To use their hard fought...

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The person I was, Left me like dead weight. I lie awake. Beside someone I’ll just replace. I wanted to forget their name; I wanted to just let them take. She keeps me close enough to push away; I love and hate her exactly the same. I lie on her bathroom floor and want to leave, Want them to keep her away from me. But...

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Just spoke with my surrogate daughter The sweetest young treasure I've ever known A beautiful flower alone in a field Her beauty is beyond words Both her visual countenance and her inner beauty Shine forth with such brilliance To light up my life, to show me goodness A smile that exhibits an inner warmth With a glow that melts my heart There are many...

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Baby Clara will never touch the big hand of Laura, her mother As she was born four months after her mother’s death. Before she died, her friend Tara accepted to act as surrogate mother. Laura and her hubby Tom dreaming to hear the baby’s breath. To a surrogate mother Tara who was her mother’s best friend It was like to...

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Surrogate Mother Baby Clara will never touch the big hand of Laura, her mother As she was born four months after her mother’s death. Before she died, her friend accepted to act as surrogate mother Laura and her hubby Tom dreaming to hear the baby’s breath. To a surrogate mother Tara who was her mother’s best friend It was like to...

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Poem as Surrogate by Odin Roark Streaming messenger With expression unchecked Imagined ink yet to dry The page fearful of touch Find the eyes Beneath which awaits the meaning For This frame that lives also as picture One's fleeting first-person impulse A captured inner focus shared Clings...

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Dreams of an ancient city Collapsed in darkest light Seen by those who witness The beauty in our sight The cold ambient welcome From dissolution’s heir Fixated on our silence As this city starts to stare We hold to all our reason We focus all our will But danger seeps toward us Holding our hearts still Draining all my patience Seperating friends I wake into this nightmare In a horror...

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now for you I live yesterday I lived for me death draws out true love...

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All my eggs lay in one basket, Mother bound, the scattered children To be or not in warm oasis Walled by barren womb. Given freely, should they ask it, Twinkles in the eyes of dreamers, Shot at life in open spaces Or in utero tomb. How will they look, I stoop to wonder, Any facet...

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Harlots on Harleys Barbies on broomsticks Midgets on widgets Buddha on Broadway Leaders in leotards Players in playpens Twinkies in Slinkies Christ in Cabaret Temptation of teddies Tyranny of toupees Ecstasy of ecstasy Yahoo of Yahweh Widows with whiskey Yoda with yen Saviors with favors Zeros with Zen...

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