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Best Poems Written by Peggy Montgomery

Below are the all-time best Peggy Montgomery poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Mother's Love

A mother’s hands cool fevered brows,
Warm little hands when cold winds blow.
A mother’s hands wipe away tears of pain,
And applaud the actions that joy brings.

A mother’s heart grows with each child,
Making room for each new life.
A mother’s heart knows soaring heights,
As well as the most anguished pains of night.

A mother’s smile can show such pride,
Or hide the disappoint from her child.
A mother’s smile is the warmest around.
To bask in one is worth heavens crown.

A mother’s love is a special thing,
Offering acceptance, comfort and peace.
A mother’s love cannot be earned,
Tis’ a love that blooms before a child’s birth.

And when a mother holds her newborn babe,
The love she feels explodes in her heart.
Each mother makes this very same vow.
To protect and love forever whether near or apart.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mother’s around the world.

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The Boys of Summer

Hair in a pony tail, ball cap on.	
Wearin’ my team colors, ready to rock on.
Husband agitated cause I’m makin’ him wait.
Hey, gotta have my face on, I gotta look great!
Finally at the ballpark, game already rockin’.
Peanut shells crunchin’ quickly walkin’.
“Excuse me, Pardon me”.  Finally to our seats.
Hot dog and a beer.  This is hard to beat.
Into the first inning and our team at the plate.
Ooh, it’s my favorite player and he is lookin’ great!
Strike one.  Ball one.  Strike two and then,
A crack as wood meets leather and that ball is gone forever.
As one, the crowd roars and on our feet we stand and grin,
We watch our hero round the bases and bring that first run in.
Back and forth the score goes; it’s the bottom of the ninth inning.
Two outs already, bases loaded, our last chance at winning.
Crowd silent, on our feet as my hero takes his stance.
Only down by one, we know this is his chance.
They’ve brought in the “closer”, the one with all the skills.
He’s throwin’ heat, he’s throwin’ low, he’s going for the kill.
A nasty strike zooms o’er the plate and a collective gasp is heard.
My guy steps back, deep breath in, and not a single word.
Ball one is what the next pitch is and the crowd begins to whisper,
My batter glares toward the mound, “That all you got there, Mister?”
The pitcher shakes off two signals from the catcher,
Checks the runners on the bases, winds up the widow maker.
Like lightning that ball leaves his hand, and with a mighty swing,
He hits the best homerun grand slam that we have ever seen.
Our team has won, the crowd goes wild, the stadium is rockin’!
Our boys are roundin’ those bases and not a one of them is walkin’!
Hand slappin’ our seat mates and huggin on each other.
A long night of baseball ended.  Don’t you just love those boys of summer?

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Driven To Excellence

The warm, chocolate gaze in your eyes, 
promises safety, love and home.
Laughter lives in there, too, but also pain,
and mysteries of unknown size.
While quick with a smile or a laugh
and born to protect,
at times, when unguarded, your face reveals
heartaches, kept hidden away.
On rare occasions, a word will be spoken
and a glimpse into the pain is shared.
Callous, ignorant remarks made to a small 
impressionable child.
Scars carried over time through the years.
Shaping. Molding. Into the man you became.
Even as an adult, racial slurs slung absently about
by so called educated men.
Always driven to do better, be better than everyone else,
because of one thing.
Always harder on yourself than anyone else.
Driven to excellence by prejudice.

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Morphine's Lament

Eyes cracking open,
Stomach doing flip flops,
Skin crawlin’
Hair hurtin’
Where is that damn pill?
Oh crap, forgot to get my refill.

Life of an addict?
Nope, just a chronic pain mess.
Dependent, hell yes.
So what’s the difference?
I wouldn’t sell myself for the stuff.
But suffer without it?
Yes, I do.

Feel better when I take it?
Yes.  It makes my pain go away.
I can get through my day.
Be someone you can stand to be around,
Don’t go round with a frown,
All day.

But yeah, I need it.
But I wouldn’t steal to get it.
I would suffer before I hurt anyone to get it.
That’s the difference between an addict 
And being dependent.  I only hurt myself.
Sucks to be me.

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That You Love Me Still

There is much to be said for mature love
Comfortable love, secure love.
Knowing with one look at your face; your mood.
The conversations we have with only our eyes.
Ah, yes, My Love, some may yearn for the chase, the newness,
But not I.
I long only for your arms; to hear your heartbeat under my ear.
There is no shyness between us, no secrets.
You know my hearts greatest fears and hopes and I yours.
I know the real you, the one I love.
And you love me even with all my quirks and demands.
And that is what amazes me,
That you love me still.

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A Warriors Sonnet

My hero, my heart, in your arms I sigh,
To listen to you breathe, your pure passions heat,
In creamy dreams of sweetness long gone by,
And taste your precious kisses; wild wonder sweet.

To open mine eyes in moons’ silver light
And see your face next to mine in our bed;
I would shower you with love in deep night.
Beautiful warrior; who chose me to wed.

But alas, I lie alone and in tears,
Dreaming of you in my arms through night dark.
For a warrior goes to fight without fear,
Leaving his love pining for his sweet spark.

I will wait forever, in this, my fate.
For you, my hero, my lover, my mate.

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Avalanche

Standing on the edge of an abyss
Watching the ground crumble away at my feet.
Nothing to grab onto overhead
No one to plead with for relief.

The descent seemed to start slowly
But soon, nothing can stop the decline.
Battered and bruised, I keep hurtling downward
Wondering when the bottom will arrive.

I have been on this slide once before,
I survived it those many years past.
But this time, my heart hasn’t healed completely,
I feel it exploding from my chests desperate grasp.

I fought for my life all those years ago,
I don’t want to fight anymore.
The pain will soon be over for me.
No one can hear my screams over the avalanche’s roar.

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Passions Flame

When did my fire go out?
The flames sizzle in the pain?
Anger dousing my passion.

The feeling of being a woman...
The wanting you as a man...
Distant memories, fading desires.

Are the embers still there?
Can they be re-lit with care?
I want to want you again.

To kiss your sweet face
To hold you in loves sweet embrace, 
But how do I forgive?

How do I gather up the pieces of a broken heart
Shattered and scattered.
And fan smoldering passions dying flame.

Tears threaten again and the hurt is so much
They dampen the still glowing spark.
There is so much to forgive.

Where do I start?
I must begin with my own heart.
Before I can hope to regain passions flame.

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Conundrum

Open mouth and out fly lies.
Truth is much easier.
Habit perhaps.
Why?

Trust destroyed here.
 Truth required to rebuild it.
Just continued deceit,
And repeat.

Tears and heartbreak overwhelm.
Your heart pickled by abuse.
Do I stay?
And cry?

I see the you that once was.
The you I loved.
I want that one back.
Are you gone forever?

Habit that I stay.
Truth that I love you.
Lie that I can’t leave.
Heartbreak.

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The Dark Side of Midnight

It sings to me
On the dark side of midnight.
The deep, throbbing song
Courses through my veins.

It robs me of sleep
With its hurtful music;
Woven throughout me a 
Sadistic opera of pain.

Screeching aria’s fill my
Head with brain-snapping sound,
While the chorus accompanies
With low, deep down thrumming.

Once begun, this opera of horror
Will sing for hours at a time.
No breaks allowed for this 
Captive audience of one.

It sings until satisfied
My body won’t be worth a damn.
Wrung limp from the awful music
Of the tortuous performance.

Sung to me from the dark side of midnight.