Miss Tantrum
When ever Mother
hits the bull's eye
with a home truth
'like a big pizza pie'
...that's...
'Irrelevant...irr elevant! '
darling daughter cries
or rather screams
throwing temper tanturms
because she can be seen through
so easily.
The only thing
relevant
(it would seem)
are the lies
daughter tells herself
to convince
herself
she's right
(when she's wrong) .
All I can think is
'Poor old Mum! '
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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When A Mother Cries
When a mother cries,
Her tears stab at her daughter’s heart
As they plummet to the floor
When a mother cries
Her daughter cries too
She cries because she does not know what is wrong
She cries because she can’t get rid of her mother’s pain
She cries most of all because she loves her mother
When a daughter cries because her mother cries
Her mother cries more
She cries because her pain has hurt her daughter
She cries because she does not want to see her daughter cry because of her
She cries most of all,
Because she loves her daughter
Once the tears have ceased however,
What remains is love
The love forever shared between a mother and a daughter
poem by Portia Lane
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A Daughter Cries
when a mother cries
her tears stab at her daughter's heart
as they plummet to the floor
when a mother cries
he daughter cries too
because her heroine is wounded and she doesn't know how or why
she cries because she cannot rid her mother of the pain
she cries most of all because she loves her mother
when a daughtrr cries because her mother cries,
her mother cries more
because her weakness has hurt her child
she cries because it hurts to know she's the cause of her daughter's tears.
she cries most of all because she loves her daughter
one the tears have ceased however
love remains
the love forever shared between a mother and her daughter
poem by Portia Lane
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Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter
an ungrateful poor daughter blames her father
her mother sad died thirty-two long years ago
her mother did not choose to suffer illness die
was not mother’s fault choice to daughter leave
daughter in bitterness hate life torments father
her father worked two three jobs her education to pay
her poor father said study succeed attend university
she wanted to spend money work in Texas chicken
she married a shiftless dreamer saying play party angles
her father helped raise their two children in his home
she appreciates nothing saved not never to buy her home
she appreciates not years her family lived with her father
she appreciates not her eldest daughter her father raised
this daughter her husband accept no responsibility blame
daughter says if mother were alive life would be different
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Suffering Of A Mother
the rough texture of her bleeding suffering hands
touch the wet blanket from the laundry
her stomach suffers from hunger
not spending a single penny
just to save money for her daughter
for whom she thinks is
in college studying hard in order to graduate
but the mistakes of her daughter, makes this mother unfortunate
for every dropp of beer that goes onto her throat
is equal to every dropp of sweat that falls from her mothers face
her mother suffers from loneliness in a far away place
where she thought she'd have a lot of money
sick of loneliness, hunger and pain
her mother comes home from Spain
dropping her luggage
her mother screams of fear
seeing the sight of her daughter drinking beer
humiliation slaps unto her daughter's face
her mother goes to her room in a hurry
only to see a cradle, her daughter has a baby
she cries in pain
where to start, she doesn't know
for all she knows is her heart is in sorrow
she cant accept the fact that she suffered for so long
only to know she's been fooled for too long
poem by Trisha Mae Galia
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On Snow
From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin,
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.
Though candour and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to ensnare.
Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,
The foulest impressions I easily take.
My parent and I produce one another,
The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Mothers And Their Daughters
they struck him down hard early in life
he slaps me around plenty
i cannot leave
my daughter never cries
to feed my daughter
i will take on the whole lot of you
the young men howl
i am a mother in time of famine
my daughter dying at my breast
my husband wants a son
my first child a love child a daughter
a wedding to make it right
a family joke to keep me honest
they have a one child policy here
he took my first child my daughter
sold her to the americans
as a child they mutilated me
for fear i might become the woman i am
they will never get to my daughter
I am told to hate my burqa
it keeps my secret from him
my daughter will wear the burqa
poem by Paul Bamberger
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My Daughter's Eyes
When i look in my daughter's eyes
Its like looking into the skies
When i look in my daughter's eyes
Sometimes all i see is her cries
When i look in my daughter's eyes
You will never see any goodbyes
when i look in my daughter's eyes
People will never be downsize
When i look in my daughter's eyes
Maybe there will be some lies
poem by Marlena Steiner
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Mother and Daughter Love
Mother and daughter love can be so fun...
A mother should love her daughter at all time
A mother have connection with her daughter
A daughter should love there mother with in and with out
A daughter should talk to her about anything with each other
A mother and daughter should love each other
That what some people call mother and daughter love.....
poem by Valentine White
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Mother And Daughter...
Mother and daughter,
Are very close,
They are best friends,
And can be enemy's sometimes,
They laugh and cry,
Call each other names,
And mess around,
And there still as close as ever,
Nothing will ruin their mother and daughter relationship,
Not even boys,
They may keep secrets,
From one another, but there still there,
to care and help,
their still mother and daughter.
Wrote about a mother and daughter love
poem by StaceyLeigh Olner
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The Shadow-Child
Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
Yes, fiery giants underground,
Daughter, little daughter,
Forever turn the wheels around,
And rumble-grumble ever.
Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, mother,
While sunshine children are at play?
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow-child; the live-long day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Your hands must pick the threads away,
And feel the sunshine never.
Why do the birds sing in the sun,
Mother, mother,
If all day long I run and run,
Run with the wheels forever?
The birds may sing till day is done,
Daughter, little daughter,
But with the- wheels your feet must run—
Run with the wheels forever.
Why do I feel so tired each night,
Mother, mother?
The wheels are always buzzing bright;
Do they grow sleepy never?
Oh, baby thing, so soft and white,
Daughter, little daughter,
The big wheels grind us in their might,
And they will grind forever.
And is the white thread never spun,
Mother, mother?
And is the white cloth never done,
For you and me done never?
Oh yes, our thread will all be spun,
Daughter, little daughter,
When we lie down out in the sun,
And work no more forever.
And when will come that happy day,
Mother, mother?
Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever?
Nay, shadow-child, we'll rest all day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Where green grass grows and roses gay,
There in the sun forever.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Unlike Mother, Unlike Daughter
Her heart breaks for something she'll never have
A daughter of perfect honesty and obedience
With fair hair and bright eyes
Everything her son is
Instead the mother bore something strange
A loser, a liar, a Mrs. Lovett wannabe
Swearing not to change
Everything she doesn't want, doesn't need
But her daughter doesn't want to love anybody
She doesn't want love in return
She's sick of man's petty "acceptance"
She doesn't need "lessons" to learn
The Mother explains, "She understands, "
Clichés, "Daughter, tell me anything."
But her daughter knows,
She'd be afraid of what's in her head
Mother won't understand
The demons that chase her and charm her
For a while…
And scariest of all
The daughter realizes
The man she loves
She loves alone
It's sad to think about the monster
The Daughter holds so intrinsically close…
Her heart breaks for something she'll never have
A vengeful god of perfectly destructive melancholy
With dark hair and dark eyes
They try to tell her otherwise
But only the Daughter knows what her heart cannot compromise
Mother tries to convince her
Tries to stop a "fictional infatuation"
Still the daughter, unfazed, replies,
"You know you are my only condemnation."
poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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So Called Story
Harsh words,
spillling over,
warning the loving daughter.
Hurtful words,
telling the daughter
a one-sided story,
of a tale of deception.
Mother did wrong,
by blaming the father.
By pinning it all on
the new victim of his love.
Choosing to leave the daughter,
Choosing to leave the mother,
Choosing to leave the dear family behind him.
Moving on with a new life
to start again.
Forgetting all that was
Such a sad story to tell the daughter
who never wanted to know.
The secrets behind the new loving family.
Never knowing the truth.
This so called story
is all she now knows.
of the ending of times
between mother and father.
poem by Nicole Gehrman
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Hello My Daughter Song
Hello my daughter
You have grown so fast
And you will always be daddy's girl
Yes I know still living at home for now
Until you finish you university
And have a job
But then you will have your own place
Hello mydaughter
You have my eyes
And you look more like your mother than me
Believe me there is nothing wrong with it
Hello my daughter
And always remember that I love you very much
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Heaven
You don't need no friends
get back your faith again
you have the power to believe
another dissident
take back your evidence
it has no power to deceive
I'll believe it when I see it, for myself
I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive
I sit with them all night
everything they say is right
but in the morning they were wrong
I'll be right by your side
come hell or water high
down any road you choose to roam
I'll believe it when I see it for myself
I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive, yeah
darling, I believe, Oh Lord
sometimes it's hard to breathe, Lord
at the bottom of the sea, yeah yeah
I'll believe it when I see it for myself
I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive
I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset
I can see the sunset
I can see the sunset
I don't need no one
Ohhhh
I don't need no one
I don't need no one
I don't need no one
To tell me about heaven
I believe
I believe it, yeah
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Oh, My Darling Daughter MaKayla
Oh, My Darling Daughter, MaKayla,
My God, how I have missed you.
I thought of you every second of every day,
Always wondering just what it was that you were up to.
You had thought that I had forgotten,
But, Baby Girl, I cannot ever forget.
None of the Hell that we all went through,
Nor any of the things that I may now regret.
Oh, My Darling Daughter, MaKayla,
I love you, so very much.
It practically killed of these past years,
How you and I some how lost touch.
Oh, My Darling Daughter, MaKayla,
I am so proud of you, and whom you have become.
You are Intelligent and Beautiful,
And to me, you are simply Number 1.
Oh, my darling daughter, MaKayla,
I am here, if and when ever you may need me.
I will remain where I have always been,
All these years.
Written By Jessica Lynn Hepner
poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
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Daughter Of Darkness
here she rests all the day
in her room in the attic
tonight she walks
tonight they try
they try to save her mortal soul
she's to quick and dissapears
here lies the daughter of darkness
slipped and fell on the dirt path
here her soul shall rest
here lies the daughter of darkness
they tried to save her
they were to late
here shall her soul lie
daughter of darkness
now with the godess
my she be blessed
here she lies in peace
here lies the daughter of darkness
she begins a new day
she begins a new life
may she be blessed
here lies the daughter of darkness
here she lies all day
she walks at night
they tried to save her but were to late
here lies the daughter of darkness
poem by Alice Lion
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Where our innocent warm tears flow?
A sad message from Dandenong, Australia;
Our loving daughter Tharindu
Who's delivered a premature stillborn son today!
How do we send our deepest sympathy?
We realized the present distance darling daughter!
It's like the sky & Earth.
Do you feel our warm tears?
The cruel invisible hands taken our unseen Grandson
Earlier he took our Granddaughter too during my absence.
To whom we claim this unfair gamble and offer our inner cry?
Darling daughter be patient and we're with you till our last breath.
I have a name for you my unseen Grandson!
Lucky! (As you have not seen this cruel World)
We never forget our Lucky!
Your poor Grandma cries behind me like an Antelope.
You're the luckiest Portrait printed in our fragile hearts
And very soon we come to your lonely resting place sonny!
Yes, with my teary loose-leaf book of Sorrow!
*A humble dedication to our new grandson who bid Goodbye without seeing your poor Grandma & Grandpa! Our dreamy rainbow bridge collapsed, and we checked our old Passports, validity already expired it seems and we're very near to you!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Sleep-Walkers
In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
And the mother spoke, and she said: 'At last, at last, my enemy!
You by whom my youth was destroyed--who have built up your life
upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!'
And the daughter spoke, and she said: 'O hateful woman, selfish
and old! Who stand between my freer self and me! Who would have
my life an echo of your own faded life! Would you were dead!'
At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke. The mother said
gently, 'Is that you, darling?' And the daughter answered gently,
'Yes, dear.'
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Why Can't That Be Me
Why can't that be me, the daughter
you come home to
Loving me all the time, and saying I miss you
Why can't that be me, the daughter you call everyday
The daughter that you miss so much, that she takes your breath away
Why can't that be me, the daughter that makes you cry
The one that touches your soul, everytime she says goodbye
Why can't that be us, daughter to father
Without you in my life, everyday it gets harder
poem by Jasmine Dugas
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Like Mother, Like Daughter
Like mother, like
daughter...
We have so much
in common.
We have so much
fun together....
I enjoyed shopping
with you.
I enjoy talking
to you....
Now that you’re
gone...
There’s a lot of
things that I miss.
But one thing is
Like mother, like daughter.
poem by Lisa Parks
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