The motherless child will suckle the grandmother.
Related quotes
Harvests of Salvation
a motherless child would rather stand in a thousand lashes
then to stand alone
a motherless child not deserving of another orphan’s sympathy
because you motherless child, has a mother still with thee
walking a path of a mother’s neglect could possibly be...
Worse than her not being among thee?
We’ll wait to see
in this child’s salvation is a harvest of okay temptations
to except a slightly opened heart
only because she is use to this emotion
what could she do with love anyhow?
Granted she never knew it to be so
so how could she seek it
and if she ever found it
how could she believe it
similar to a man with a mission but no memory
people cannot be familiar with something they have never known
motherless child cursed by the love she was never shown
motherless child wether you like it or not
you stand alone
a clear example of a daughter on her own
and what damage is done, when a child is not nurtured
through the years she has grown
others get lost in destructive ways
some vent artistically
but the most comforting thought is in this life you are on your own
but don’t always have to stand alone
poem by Kylee Wells
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Motherless Child (feat. Portishead)
Words and music - traditional
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long long way from home
A long long way from home
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
And I know my times not long
I know that my time, its not long
Sometimes I feel like Im heaven bound
Sometimes I feel like Im heaven bound
Sometimes I feel like Im heaven bound
And I wear a golden crown
I wear a golden crown
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
And Im about to die
And Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
I aint got nobody to love me
I aint got nobody to hold me
I aint got nobody to squeeze me
Im just a motherless child
Im just a motherless child
song performed by by Tom Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Motherless Child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home
A long way from my home
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
A long way from my home
Sometimes I feel like my hopes are in vain (oh yeah)
Sometimes I feel like my hopes are in vain (baby)
Sometimes I feel like my hopes are in vain
No way to get home (no no)
No way to get home
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
No way to get home
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (wont someone help me now)
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
A long way from home
A long way from my home
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
A long way from my home
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (tell me)
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home
A long way from my home
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
A long way from my home
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
A long way from my home
Believe me, believe me, believe me, believe me
A long way from my home
song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sestina
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.
She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,
It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac
on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.
It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.
But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.
Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Kind Of Mother?
What kind of mother wants her child to fail so badly? What kind of mother would do more than an enemy to hurt me? Don't you know that I am your own flesh and blood? Do you even care or are you keeping your secrets under a rug? Why are you so evil and have so much resentment in your heart? Its not my fault that your life has fallen apart? What kind of mother spits horrible words upon her child? And at the same time wants recognition for that same child. Well guess what? ... I made it without you! And guess what else? ... I have no sympathy for you! And at my graduation my heart was empty because of you. And my first child won't have a real grandmother because of you! And at the start of my college life I fail off because of you. And now when people give me hugs I look at them strange.And now when people show me love I dont know how to maintain. Thanks mom, for giving me the worst up bringing ill ever see. Thanks mom, for showing me you never cared about me. Guess now you can kick your feet up and laugh at me. While I continue to be a motherless child struggling to be. What kind of mother? ..
poem by Diamond Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly
Fly like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Closer to my home
Motherless children have a hard time
Motherless children have-a such a hard time
Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home
Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is here
Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But were so far from home
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly
Fly like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Closer to my home
Motherless children have a hard time
Motherless children have-a such a hard time
Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home
Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is here
Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But were so far from home
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Grandmother Told Me So
The declaration has been spoken,
For Grandmother told me so.
The darkeys have got their fetlocks broken,
For Grandmother told me so.
Oh, won't they have a lot of iron on hand!
And when the news travels,
Oh, won't it be grand!
'Twill sweep like a sugarcane over the land,
For Grandmother told me so.
American Eagle! hysterical bird!
Oh, flap your wing and crow!
The slaves are embellished--yes, that's the word,
For Grandmother told me so!
There's curious times in that ur section,
For Grandmother told me so.
They think they will have a resurrection,
For Grandmother told me so.
The penholders raving like persons insane --
The darkeys in exodus, raising cane,
And singing like martingales after a rain,
For Grandmother told me so.
But President Abe forgot Kentucky,
For Grandmother told me so.
And Geneses, too -- and that's unlucky,
For Grandmother told me so.
Malicious champagne will be open'd in vain,
Until we shall break the last ox-yoke and chain --
Till through the Benighted States freedom shall reign,
For Grandmother told me so.
poem by Henry Clay Work
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poem for my Grandmother
By the time
I knew grandmother
She was no more
It took sisteen-years
To know
Of her pains
On that sick bed,
My sisteen-year-old
Knowingness was shocked
To hear mum narrate her past
Grandmother as indeed a great
Woman n her life time.
Each time I go to her grave
I break down and cried for her,
I wish grandmother saw
The best of me
Before she was taken to the beyond
I know she would be proud of me
Let this poem of mine
Be for her,
My great grandmother.
poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Motherless Child
May God Almghty be with them……
In this world of ours when life is filled with many a sadness.
It's a mother that we reach out for comfort and gladness..
The feeling inside of a motherless child is so hopless, helpless
Its the heaviest pain numbed and with no words to share..
To express to brave that sorrow tht unending need of love and tender care
Now gone..may God make it less difficult for all the motherless to bear
Of all ages young and old the weak and the strongest of the strong
A mother is the earthly angel who sings that most needed song
How many of them in dreams do steal that wanting dear embrace
And draws the pic of his mum to enjoy to relive the words of solace….
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Come And Suckle Me...
The night is long and lonely
Sleep is evading me
Come to my bed, my love
Come and suckle me…
Suckle me with your lingering lips
Suckle me on my protruding tips,
Latch on to me and suckle me baby
For you’ve always loved suckling me…
As ever, whenever you’ve needed me
By your side, at your service,
I’ve always complied, given in
To your love for me,
To your lust for me…
You and me, partners in fantasy
We’ve spent many a night together
Holding each other, giving the other
Immense pleasure and ecstasy…
So here I come again to you
Inviting you, arousing you
Unhook me with your exploring fingers,
Unbutton my shirt, one by one
Cup my breasts with your hands
And let your caresses tease me…
Come and suckle me, my love
For tonight is a lovely, long night,
And I need you by my side
With your warmth, with your touch
Give me that cherished old ecstasy
Melting away the loneliness in me…
Your lips encircling my nipples
Your tongue creating ripples
Your mouth suckling me slow
And I on the verge of ‘over-flow’…
The rest is all history
For it happens all over again
The present re-living its past
Me dousing into your passion,
And we seducing ourselves
To the culmination of our fusion.
Now sleep evades us no more
Tired yet satiated
Loved and re-loved
Bonded and cocooned
In each other’s loving embrace,
Sleep overcomes us
As we overcome our dreams,
Having fulfilled our fantasies…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Story For A Sweet Child
To a child who lives in a mansion
Where you be blessed with luxury
You are a child, so sweet, so sweet
You smile like an angel in pink
Child, dear sweet child
I am an old grandmother
Wretched not beloved
When there comes a time
I will tell you a story
A story of destruction
Destruction.
poem by Niji Chrys
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Orphan's Friend
Come all kind, good people,
With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend to you imparts.
Be kind to an orphan child,
And always be its friend,
You will be happy in this world,
And will be to the end.
Be kind to the motherless,
Little motherless ones,
For God will forever bless
You in this world to come.
No kind and loving mother
To soothe their little brow,
Be kind to them always, friends,
They have no mother now.
Be kind to the fatherless,
Wherever you may find
One little one that is friendless,
I pray you all be kind.
For it has no loving father,
To speak with mild reproof,
Or guide its youthful footsteps
In honesty and truth.
Be kind to the little orphans,
They have no parents dear;
Be kind to the little orphans,
Speak to them words of cheer,
Then they will always love you
For kind and gentle words,
Then God will ever bless you,
For He says so in His word.
poem by Julia A Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Do I Do
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When youre standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
Im imagining the good love that well make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how its going to feel when we hug and kiss
Sugar, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...all right
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie...blow!
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!
Do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your lo-o-ove
Oh, I dont care how long it might take
cause I know the woman for me, you Ill make
And I will not deny myself the chance
Of being part of what feels like the right romance
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you, oh yeah
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Girl, Ive got some chocolate kisses for your lovin; baby, oh yea
Do you want some candy?
Do you want some honey suckle?
Do you want some chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you?
Girl, if you felt everything you heard me say
Turn your feelings in your heart back to me right away
And Ill get it
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love to you
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love to you
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love to you
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love...nate!
I know the record is about to end
But were just going to play and play until it goes away
So if you dont like the groove you can turn the record off
It wont cost you nothin but a penny and youll have a cough
I know I cannot ryhme cause I aint like a friend of mine
But I hai ha ha ha....
(jive rap)
Now everybodys talking about the jive is in...
Well I know Ive got something for your body...
Earl...earl
Earl playing by himself, man...
Earl playing by himself, man...
Earl playing by himself, man...
Dennis playing by himself, man...
Five, four, three, two, one.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Grandmother
Grandmother, oh Grandmother
Looking from above.
I need your wisdom and your balance.
Most of all I need your love.
I hear you and I see you,
When I open my mind's eye.
I feel you wrapped around me,
In the space where I am "I".
Your kindness and your knowledge,
I need within me now,
For I'm in a constant turmoil.
Where to turn; which way and how?
Please help me to rebalance.
On my life's path forward go,
For when my mind is muddled
The answers you always know.
I know you never leave me,
In my aura sitting calm.
I thank you wisest Grandmother,
For keeping me safe from harm.
poem by Rosi Caswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Great Grandmother
great grandmother
grandmother's mother
she walked through my life
like red roses, that dropp over one's path
roses that hold us back to savour
the meaning cast between
two melancholic lines of a poem
great grandmother
grandmother's mother
she walked through my life
so sparingly, always with the
fervent wish to build a bridge to my life
you know it because she always walked
away with tears glistening in her eyes
tears glistening in her eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Though I was a mother at 21, being a grandmother makes the whole thing absolutely normal and gorgeous. The relief, the joy of being a grandmother is wonderful.
quote by Joanna Lumley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
There's no quiet child nor young grandmother.
Serbo Croatian proverbs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The last visit and conversion…
Here lays my grandmother
A week from: Death.
The gentle archetypal, type of grandmother
Who nursed my cries; made all things better.
Here lays, my grandmother…
In that; week before their heinous lies….
“Spoken in hellos but not goodbyes”
In that week before her untimely: Death.
Before; her cloak of life fell silently away bereft.
In isolating surrendered breaths…
In hopes and prayers…
In hopes; never-ending…
In words that were formed:
Like crusts of bread.
Floated in the mouths of the living…
Where once it was lovingly said.
That our own increments will rise conversely…
And speak from; our own deathbeds.
Shall we not all of us…
Then one day, converse, with the dead.
Here lays, my grandmother…
And to date—she is dead.
poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Queen Mother, with a lifetime's popularity, seemed incapable of a bad performance as national grandmother-warm, smiling, human, understanding, she embodied everything the public could want of its grandmother.
quote by John Pearson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!