Poems About Narcissistic Mothers
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Poems About Narcissistic Mothers

Mommy’s Crocodile Tears Her tears fall like a fleeting show,A cry that’s false, a heart that’s cold,Mommy’s crocodile tears do flow.With every smile, a lie we know,A mother’s love, it should be bold,Her tears fall like a fleeting show.Her words, they sting, her anger grows,In warmth’s disguise, her heart is sold,Mommy’s crocodile tears do flow.She…

Mommy Issues Poems
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Mommy Issues Poems

Conversations Unspoken Words, just beyond reach,hang in quiet suspension.Her eyes, pools of untold stories,my lips, a dam unwilling to break.Gaps filled with echoes of might-have-beens,silences heavy as unsaid sorrows.Each look, a question unasked,every pause, an answer unheard.Between us, the air holds secrets,thick with the weight of omitted truths.Unshared thoughts, like shadows,stretch longer with the fading…

Poems About Flowers and Death
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Poems About Flowers and Death

Petals and Shadows In bloom, life whispers loud, Colors bright, heads bowed. Death, in quiet tread, Casts shadows, petals shed. Life’s dance, a fleeting spell, Flowers rise, in time, they dwell. Fallen petals, earth’s embrace, Cycle turns, a silent grace. Beneath the moon’s soft gaze, End and start, in endless phase. Petals and shadows, side…

Perks of Being a Wallflower

Perks of Being a Wallflower

In shadows’ embrace, Quiet watchers thrive, Seeing worlds unfold, Where the silent jive. Amidst the loud, Their thoughts run deep, In solitude’s shroud, Rich secrets they keep. Eyes wide, hearts open, Finding joy in the unseen, In whispers unspoken, Lies a realm serene. From the edge, they glean, Life’s hidden tales, In the quiet, they…

Mending Wall

Mending Wall

Beyond the hills, where trees whisper secrets old, A wall of stones, weathered, mossy, and cold. Each spring, we meet, neighbors, side by side, To mend the breaches where the stones have died. Mending Wall, an ode to boundaries unseen, Where nature’s hand and human efforts lean. Not just of stone, but of belief and…

Two Roads

Two Roads

In a world where paths diverge in a wood so deep, Two roads beckoned to me, in whispers soft and steep. One, worn by many feet, through fields of golden grain, The other, cloaked in mystery, where shadows dance and reign. Two Roads, a journey’s tale, where choices define our fate, A metaphor for life,…

Poems About Cold Hearts
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Poems About Cold Hearts

Cold Heart In realms where warmth should dwell and foster life, A heart resides, encased in frost and strife. No season’s chill, no winter’s icy hand, Just barren lands where emotions stand, Frozen in time, untouched by sun’s embrace, A cold heart beats in a secluded space. Silent Whispers Within its walls, silent whispers echo,…