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7 Haiku Poems for Mothers
1. Morning Sickness I don't feel so well Every morning up it comes Still, I flush with pride 2. Unwelcome Advances Why do strangers think
Denise SheltonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWalking Between Raindrops
In the aftermath that is the echo of inflicted evil, I wear a color you’ve never heard before, leaving me cursed to never be without chaos and contradiction, poetry in a world still learning the alphabet
Kerri CaldwellPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMyriad Skies
We are a forest, filled with creaking, sighing trees - evergreen, deciduous, lush and decaying. Leaves carpet the ground, and mushrooms flourish, safely nestled against the damp warmth of a city of roots, whose owners stretch out of sight above them, infinite. Animals carve paths amongst us all
The Colors of Love
Black obscured my vision of the world for longer than I cared A cloud followed close behind as it had been tied to my shoes
Josh MallerneePublished 3 years ago in Poetsme too
the longest strand i held too dear lay in my arm crooked and narrow. sometimes i’d pull it out and hold it to the light
Rory DeMaioPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI Found You
The world I lived in was void of color. The days were bland and empty. Everything was in shades of black and grey. Then one day I saw you.
The Shade of Disability
Aren’t photons funny? They reflect the only light they do not absorb. Are my wavelengths longer in red, because my energy is every color instead?
Sarah Duran-BallenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWill Mother Nature Brush Her Teeth?
I. Jagged protrusions of sturdy sediment banded & braced together. Soft pillows hang loose, full of the morning dew drop from her eyes and her mouth’s waterfalls.
Natalie OrmanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIridescent
Like the silky gossamer wings of a dragonfly, as it soars through the air, unaware of the trials and tribulations of those below,
Robin LaurinecPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Conch Shell
A beautiful conch shell sits high up on a bookshelf in our hall. It has been kept up there to keep it safe from our daughter. It's precious and delicate, and although strong, I would hate to see any of its delicate whorls and peaks damaged. Recently, I began to look at it more closely, and I imagined the secrets it held, and the things the sea creature inside had seen over its long life. So, here is my poem,
Deborah RobinsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSound Off!
I’m going to sit with my quiet, and learn to accept it! (I’m going to sit with my quiet, and learn to accept it!) I will ignite my fire, and burn through temptation!
Nneka CallwoodPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLonely Nights
What am I supposed to do now? It’s all over, After months of late nights together Huddled in the living room, Letting the hours fade into morning.
Ember GrayPublished 3 years ago in Poets