+14Some people are selfish and rude
But why do that act so unkoool
I think they wont to be known
Because they have no friends and are alone
Often they feel like they are unrapped
because they have no one that cares like there lovely mothers who have the courage to collapse
Why do they act this way i ask
but why do they not care for this time from the present and past…
This poem was written/submitted by shon.
-1Is it true when i say i hate you when i do is it true.
I dont care what part of you to me.
I dont care just leave.
Go away please.
I cry to death i even bleed only bcuz you abused me.
In a month ill be killed by my depression and by you as well.
Take my breathe take my life this time ill give up nd youll fight.
I wish one day youll see that you dont really care about me.
I try to run but i cant stand you cut my legs bcuz i ran.
I try to guess about the rest but look what you done from daughter to son i cry to death when i left.
Momma one day youll see that you dont really care about me.
This poem was written/submitted by SAEEDAH JOHNSON.
+2Mother you are the one who watched me crawl..
You are also the one who looked and saw.
You have family friends and enemies to but i will always have a good memory of you…
This poem was written/submitted by shon.
0They tell us of an Indian tree
Which howsoe’er the sun and sky
May tempt its boughsd to wander free,
And shoot and blossom, wide and high,
Far better loves to bend its arms
Downward again to that dear earth
From which the life that fills and warms
Its grateful being, first had birth,
‘Tis thus, though wooed by flattering friends,
And fed with fame (if fame it may be),
This heart, my own dear mother, bends,
With love’s true instinct, back to thee!
This poem was written/submitted by Thomas Moore.
0God took the fragrance of a flower…
The majesty of a tree…
The gentleness of morning dew…
The calm of a quiet sea…
The beauty of the twilight hour…
The soul of a starry night…
The laughter of a rippling brook…
The grace of a bird in flight…
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when his masterpiece was through
He called it simply – Mother.
This poem was written/submitted by Herbert Farnham.
0It’s hard sometimes, when people are changing their lives
To understand each other or even talk
You are struggling right now for independence
and to live your own way…
And sometimes we struggle for the strength to let you do it
I wish now and then for the days when a kiss and hug
could make your worlds bright again
but your world is more difficult now
and you want to make your own way in it
which is as it should be
I want you to know that when you get hurt
I will hurt with you
and that deep down, I will always have cofidence
in your ability to find your place in your world
When you need a caring heart
or someone to listen to your deepest dreams or concerns
I will be there for you because I love and care for you
Above all else, know that I love and care for you
This poem was written/submitted by Tricia Shanahan.
+4Mom,my lifes a mess,
this feel so wrong.
Cant you see I need help?i’m depressed,
Im empty now,is there no where i could belong?
Dont say I didnt speak out see,
cause I did,I screamed,I pleaded!
Its like you never even saw me,
if you ment for me to get this hurt,you succeeded.
Im so use to feeling this way,
being shouted at,being told what a nothing I am.
I bet you dont even realize how much it hurts,the things you say,
how many nights did I sit up crieng,crieng till 4:30 am!
I needed help!some one to talk to,
I needed you Mom..
Was I really that worthless to you?,
where you that ashamed of me?who I was?where I came from?
You pushed me away,
when I needed you most.
You never listend to what I had to say,
never noticed and you thought we were close.
I got to a point that I thought of suicide,
crazy huh,dont you see??Im broken and I cant go on.
I just wish you could see me inside,
Im not you!Im not strong!
You always use to say,
thats just life.
Gotta find your own way,
through the hurt,pain and strife.
‘Maybe to you it is,
but now Im telling you this..
There is no point in living with rage,
that way you’ll always stay on the same page.’
But thank you for the memories you shared,
the good times I dont regret.
Thank you for the times you pretended to care,
Im your child,that you should never forget.
But as time moved on,
I learned to forgive.
And look where it brought me,im free,im strong,
just dont try and take credit for what I’ll someday achive..
This poem was written/submitted by Caro Joubert.
