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Best Poems Written by Michelle Morningstar

Below are the all-time best Michelle Morningstar poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Mother's Love

Golden-haired beauty lovingly fingering the sunflower plant's leaves, so curious, so beautiful, so kind, so special, lover of the bountiful earth
In this cruel-hearted world, with all its toils and troubles, it's easy to get lost and forget your worth.
Remember when you planted that seed to make the sunflower grow? When it was so tiny and you were so small?
Now, you have both grown so strong and so tall.
Remember when you put that seed into the ground and watched with rapture for it to sprout?
You watered it, gave it sun, learning what caring for something was all about.
You were once like a tiny seed and were planted in my heart for me to care for and love.
You were my dream come true, answered prayer from above.
I said a prayer and made a wish on a possible chance that a dream would come true.
By the grace of God, adn nothing short of a miracle, I was blessed by you.
We asked that you have a dragon's heart, patience of a dove and the soul of an eagle,
The resilience of dragonfly and hope of a phoenix give you a disarming smile and kindness of ways that always makes you regal.
From the moment you were placed into my body, you grew in my soul
Feeling you grow and live in me, made me feel whole.
I grew you, I watered you, and fed you and gave you plenty of sun and my body kept you safe from harms
Wishing and waiting and hoping one day you would be in my arms.
My body was your home for a very short while
i treasured every kick, every turn, every stretch, every hiccup and wiggle made me smile.
All the battles and struggles fought to bring you here
just one smile from you, in a moment, they all disappear.
I loved you from the beginning and will forever more
You are my dream come true, my answered prayer made real and everything I wished for.

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Forgiveness

I’ve tasted the bitter gall of betrayal and I’ve accepted an apology that I never received.
I’ve rescued enemies and held them while they grieved.
I’ve breathed life into those who have wished me dead and cursed my name;
For their inequities I have taken blameless blame.
When I was met with the choice to let love die or let it live, 
In my darkest moments, I chose to forgive.
Even as my emotions were in turmoil, my feelings so far flung
Words of forgiveness were bittersweet on my tongue.
“I forgive you” is such a hard phrase to say.
But with those words, love wins in every way.
People make mistakes, it’s part of our core
Temptations are part of life; the excitement; the allure.
In forgiving, I set myself free from the power of pain
Forgiveness is the soothing, cleansing rain.
We rebuild, love lives.
The heart recovers; it forgives.
We try, we fail, we try again because we love.
Forgiveness is angels’ song from above. 
In my heart, love will live.
Because I love them, I will forgive.

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Motherhood Defined

Awe inspiring moments
Beautiful, blissful mess
Chaotic confusion; Calamitous
Devotion, broken hearts healed
Mother's love revealed

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Mother's Tea

Slowly, methodically she sipped the piping hot tea from the delicate, china cup
Looking around the table, at the smiling faces, so full of love, and wisdom, drinking it up.
Every age of life represented in those smiles
Some new, some wizened, others starting to show the lifetime miles.
Looking into eyes so much like her own
She knew she would never be alone.
Years may pass quickly as time flies
But she will always have those beloved memories to guide her by.
Allowed to join that sacred club and wear its tear-soaked badges with pride
Not even close to being prepared for that terrifying, yet joy-filled ride.
Motherhood: With nothing but words to live by and mother’s intuition,
Old wives tales and superstition 
These women have raised generations.
Loving, guiding,
Sharing, abiding 
Living, laughing, crying, screaming
Sighing, fighting
Cooking, dreaming.
Blessed child brings them together, Three generations bound by love and tea
Three separate women bound by the ties of family.

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Soldier Eternal

Soldier eternal
Silently he watches the ships enter the docks
Silhoutted against the steel gray skies, the icy waters dash against the rocks.
Reverently his head bows for those who now rest
Solemnly, he salutes, the heart of a hero, beneath his chest.
Finally he reaches for the standard issue gun
Feet snap together, body poised, his duty is again begun.
He offers thanks to those who have fallen long ago
His departing steps are deliberate, steady and slow.
He knows his place is to help those who are in need of his care
Of the burdens of unfinished business, danger, and the task, he will share.
To protect God, Country and Family to his dying day,
Proudly, he will accept and endure the challenge, not wanting life, any other way.

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Why Are They Marching

Why are they marching this is what the question is on everyone's mind today!
Why are they marching?
To show that things can be accomplished in some other way!
Why are they singing and standing arm in arm?
Why are they speaking, dancing and shouting and willing to come to some harm?
Why are there wives leaving their families and homes?
Why are they shouting in Africa, Canada, Saudi Arabia and Rome?
"We are women, hear us roar" has been tried and we've all heard this rhetoric before?
No, you've missed the message they are trying your heart to implore!
For history has shown that boat rockers will always exist!
And at this moment they are beyond pissed!
Another administration trying to impose their will! Another government, we know the drill!
The peaceful protesters getting louder still,
We want what we are due!
Equal rights, equal treatment, a fair chance not based on the equipment between our legs!
While others drink the nectar we are tired of the dregs!
Oppression! Sublimation! intimidation! Soon prejudice will fall.
Open the doors, discuss, debate, declare:
"build a bridge not a wall!"
Justice and freedom and love through peace, is the call!
Our children are watching, their's is the fate we hope to protect and secure
Let not your ignorance and intolerance, the agenda obscure.
Lady liberty shines her light like a beacon over our shores
They want what is theirs and want to make sure you keep yours.
The man who now sits in the office so white
Seems to need a reminder that intolerance just isn't right.
Men stand up in battles, swords poised and ready to fight
Women choose the different route, shrouded by night.
Singing, chanting and speaking
Words so powerful, united they stand side by side
Sending the message that love and peace will abide.
Why are they marching is the question on everyone's mind today.
Why are they marching?
To show the world there is another way.
They are not criminals, some are teachers, mothers, lawyers, doctors, your neighbors, your friends
They are pushing to bring hatred to an end.
Their message is clear if you open your heart and hear their call
Justice, love, freedom, equality, peace to all.

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Forever

F antastical daydream, from that moment on, made real
O therworldly, God-sent, lover, full of fervent zeal.
R ipe masculinity, dripping with desire,
E yes smoldering with charasmatic Fire.
V aliant, Demi-God, modern-day Prince Charming, 
E ffervescent boy-ish smile, disarming.
R uminating romantic, hopeless devotion, head over heels
I rreplaceable, irresistible, toe-curling squeals.
N atural-born, artful lover, kisses of wine 
Y outhful exuberance, male specimen, so fine.
O pen-hearted, unguarded, child-like, heart is true 
U nbridled passion ensues 
R acing heart, bated breath, tingling anticipations
E nvelops my soul beyond expectations 
Y oung love turns to slow, deep embers still burning 
E mbraces with still hungry arms still leave me yearning 
S ouls entwined, keeps love's hope burning.

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Frozen

Cold Hearted, ice-crusted, frozen, dead inside,
I thought I was immune 
but your stinging words cut my heart, I should take it in stride
Mean spirited, spiteful, ruthless, arrogant, obtuse
expected, accepted I should be use to this abuse
par for the course over a lifetime of sorrow
happy memories I cling to, clichés I borrow
repugnant and reconciled to callous, oversight
my bleeding tongue to stay the ire, I bite.
unspoken, unbidden pain, anger freshly awash
mourning for a childhood lost.
Blinded, enraged, still I hope
finding sardonic wit, sarcasm, my avenue to cope.
you abandon me at every turn
secretly for your approval and affection I yearn.
I want to be something you treasure
cherished, loved, a joy beyond measure.
But again I'm met with cold-hearted narcissistic indifference at heart 
painstakingly I lock away the storm that threatens to rip me apart
and quiet the thunder in my head
biding my time, pretending all is well, when all I see is intense red
You never gave me what I most needed
I had to bow to your wishes, my own unheeded.
You play the savior when it's to your avail
when stories of your mercies you can regale
Pompous, egocentric, grinches of grinches above all
I still hope your beloved, me you will call.
Now there's a new one that hangs on your every word as law
She watches you with love and adoration, her radiant face filled with awe.
When she was born, I had the fleeting thought
you might be to her, what to me you were not.
Your love and approval she tenaciously sought.
With every callous blow you harden her heart like you've done for so long
Always right, you can never be wrong.
Cold hearted narcissist I am done with pleas for love and affection
I'm done vying for your love and receiving rejection.
Now, the lesson you've imparted has been learned, scorned for many years
resignation has set, I've dried all my tears.
It should be easy to walk away from numbing pain
To settle my heart and ease my brain
I no longer mourn for what will never be
I no longer care if you love me.
Putting words to paper, made it all real
Anger and sadness remove, indifference reveal

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Ready, Aim, Fire

I’m mad as H E Double Hockey Sticks, flummoxed, and  more than a little scared
Kids are being shot in their own back yards, makes me sick to my stomach
Mommas and daddies taken in handcuffs for hurting their own, they think it’ their right
To do whatever they want when under watchful eyes that once cared, hands are tied down, lost cases, lost causes, too much care, too much stress, no fight left.
Wives and husbands look to find love and care in other places 
Home is not sacred anymore;
We live and love in a fractured fairy-tale, chasing a paradise just out of our outstretched palm
Starving, desperate, we cling to a lie, lies taste better  as no truth satisfies us anymore, 
A homeless veteran panhandling in the middle of the road, 
begging for a ready- made balm for his aching mind, heart, body or maybe just a meal or maybe he’s really looking for,
Begging for handouts or just someone to share his burden, help him carry his load.
Children abused, starved, locked up and left all alone, just wishing for someone to love them and a place to call home.
Funding cut, money spent on who know what? Maybe worthless items, warrior-less, expensive fights behind closed doors, soldiers without honor working for big ugly toads who wield a lot of power
Dictators, instigator, we are at war with ourselves with no answers in sight, as our children suffer, but to what end?  
As our world loses ground and we plummet into godless, lawlessness, avarice, greed, to a cataclysmic gaping maw of despair from which there is no release 
Losing sleep, losing rights, while the rich get richer, the classes get more masses as people lose sight of hope, giving up, losing the ability to cope with the treacherous quicksand
Vices drive, devices thrive, screen instead of loved ones faces ,
Disconnected, disaffected, lost generation of drones are we
We are just too bind to see.
Detriment and despair coat the tongues of the inflicted, rejected, like a bad disease with no cure
This is a wake-up call we keep missing, the state of the world keeps getting darker, danker, more rancid, more ranker.
Someone needs to find their voice, make it loud, proud, and say we’ve had enough of this mess.
I’m sad, mad, flummoxed and more than a little scared, but I am far from unprepared to fight the hatred, the plague of discontented disinterest for each other
I’m tired of the lost not being counted as the body count rises and they become just another statistic, we need a jolt from our narcissistic view, a clearer picture, realistic 
If we can’t stop, won’t stop, it will be to our own detriment and slow demise of a disease that has no name.
We can still save some, stave off the influx of despair
We need to start with just one voice, powerful enough to say “STOP! I’m mad as H E double Hockey Sticks, the state of this world makes me sick to my stomach”
We need to have more people get mad, sad, a little scared, a little flummoxed.
Paradise is not lost completely as long as there are those who still care.

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Ode To Thinking

My brain is awake even when I’m not.
My thoughts fly with memories sought.
Like an old-fashioned machine,
My thoughts are cranked out unseen.
Thoughts are birds upon my brain!
They drip, drop, pattering like rain.
Thoughts are sticky and stay stuck like glue.
Thinking is such a glorious thing to be able to do.