Tags Mothers
All About My Mother Writing ContestA Poem by apfmWrite an original essay, poem, prose poem or short story to win flowers on Mother’s Day (or choose to send flowers to your loved one). |
MOTHERS ALLA Poem by EveA Mothers' Day tribute, lest we forget... |
YouA Poem by Winter BrooksA poem about how sometimes the person you need to stand up to most, is the hardest person to stand up to. |
RoxA Poem by Pegs Van DammeThe kids are screamin’hear me!feel me!hear me!-but they won’t-so they trynippinrippinat heel’sof giants throwinrocksto try and turn .. |
Rewriting ImaginationA Poem by girloverboard313Title isn't final. It's after 3 AM and I wrote from my heart in like five minutes. Other suggestions are welcome! In case some don't knoq the back sto.. |
Suzy Creamcheese's Younger SisterA Poem by Nomenklaturawhatever happened to... |
Of Angels and AnglesA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas LoweHell hath no fury like a woman scorned Nor heaven a saint, like a man reborn, Stars hath no twinkle, than a lover's first eye As Ear.. |
My ChildA Poem by Beth LindsayA Mother will grieve over the lost of a child. |
There wasn't even time to say goodbyeA Story by ElsaCEnveloped in fear and darkness, I trash about in the freezing water. My joints and muscles may be weak but my determination is strong. This is n.. |
Isn't It. . .A Poem by Anikao.just a penny for your thoughts |
Mommy and MeA Poem by true_real_kevinBased off I dream I had once. |
A young mothers's prayerA Poem by TONI SMOTHERSA prayer for young mothers. |
JunaA Poem by SWANNMortified by my own laugh.Scared to death of my own mouth.Rain, please keep the air cleanI want to hide, from her, from him...Wise words trembled from.. |
Undercover MotherA Story by Barb AbelIt started out fun -- everyone believing Jacqueline and her mom are sisters. But after two years of attending the same university, Jacqueline is havin.. |
These HandsA Poem by writingforfunA fee verse poem, inspired by a mother's love and looking back at my own childhood. |
GirlhoodA Poem by TheWordWreckerMy sister and I would lie in the son. We freckled instead of tanned With blotchy elbows and knees, And mudd.. |