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Jun 11, 2021
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This poem is part of the challenge:
Neopoet Random Challenge 4 (C) I Fell and I Cannot Get Up
say sorry to her for me
My pace is fastest and resistant on its high heels for The Harlet.
her gender wrote a story for a spell.
The cast member put a number against her body from hell to back as a mother.
She was a steady gun.
A black looker with a spot on sniper to killing her neanderthal pilot who was delayed on - his arrival time to the rightful life he promised her
She left where the one way out was bitter. Loving him was quiet; before a whisper once said to get on your mother-ship and live inside it.
You will laugh and cry for a marther who left the road behind her.
She’s going fast at night with blurred lines, bright lights. Angels live their lives on her shoulder.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Keep in mind this is a empathetic poem, in no way trying to offend all the beautiful mothers out there.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Obadiah Grey
4 years 1 month ago
Hello there!
Hello there!
Its an intriguing piece, though, difficult to comprehend on first reading.
I find poetry with a smidgeon of ambiguity is of the type that sticks and lingers in the mind.
I have my interpretation, I enjoyed it. (the piece, not the interpretation.)
look forward to reading more.
Obi.
Ray Whitaker
4 years 1 month ago
Welcome!
Glad to read your work. Looking forward to more!