herry_the_poet
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 2:02am
7th Aug 2024 2:02am
Mom
Her voice caught when I called her “Mom”
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
#family
#parent
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BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2024 4:09pm
3rd Aug 2024 4:09pm
So many hats
Started in October 2023
I know a mother has many jobs to do, she wears many hats, so to speak.
A shocking realisation came to me recently though- that mothers can be jealous of their daughters. I have experienced sibling rivalry, that's an age old story retold many times, but why don't we openly talk about mothers who chose to have children when they aren't maternal, or they don't have unconditional love to give? Is it the child's fault? She didn't ask to be born in this world. She didn't ask for this set of parents.
Completed in August 2024
It's...
I know a mother has many jobs to do, she wears many hats, so to speak.
A shocking realisation came to me recently though- that mothers can be jealous of their daughters. I have experienced sibling rivalry, that's an age old story retold many times, but why don't we openly talk about mothers who chose to have children when they aren't maternal, or they don't have unconditional love to give? Is it the child's fault? She didn't ask to be born in this world. She didn't ask for this set of parents.
Completed in August 2024
It's...
#daughter
#family
#hurt
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 4:43am
17th Jul 2024 4:43am
Animal I Become
Was listening to Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. Hence the title of this post. My hands are shaking, the rage is so intense in my body. Instead of “Animal I Have Become,” I’m using the present tense.
I have so much rage that I feel fuzzy minded. Everything around me is spinning, and I’m on the verge of screaming at anything going wrong. I have a fucking headache. I should probably shower soon and cleanse all this horrible energy off me.
I don’t want to go downstairs and deal with the one person who’s been a source of so much pain- my mother. It can be such a...
I have so much rage that I feel fuzzy minded. Everything around me is spinning, and I’m on the verge of screaming at anything going wrong. I have a fucking headache. I should probably shower soon and cleanse all this horrible energy off me.
I don’t want to go downstairs and deal with the one person who’s been a source of so much pain- my mother. It can be such a...
#abuse
#anger
#family #hate
#family #hate
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Nixprty
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
Feathers of the Same Bird
Feathers of the same bird,
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
#abuse
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
317 reads
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 3:01am
20th Jun 2024 3:01am
Bridges
I was just flipping through old pictures with my nephew to show him a little of what life was like in the 1980s.
What was so drastically different an experience had I grew up in the 60s?
It's not like anything was new! Everything we lived with, around and used was at least two or three generations old - save for the clothing, vehicles and music.
Of course I'll listen to whatever you've got from this decade, pop rock and nu wave was practically our religion?
Eight bit technology slowly started to creep and our TV tubes were nice and heavy and...
What was so drastically different an experience had I grew up in the 60s?
It's not like anything was new! Everything we lived with, around and used was at least two or three generations old - save for the clothing, vehicles and music.
Of course I'll listen to whatever you've got from this decade, pop rock and nu wave was practically our religion?
Eight bit technology slowly started to creep and our TV tubes were nice and heavy and...
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mother
#sister
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 9:45am
19th Jun 2024 9:45am
Ballad of the Youngest Child
maybe I'm a monster
maybe I'm just too cold
maybe mom and dad were wrong
never got any affection
appreciated the roof
but where was the love?
guess you couldn't fake it
like I can't fake it
now that I'm older, I get it
life doesn't turn out how you planned it
I see that you both worked hard
maybe the pressure was too much
and maybe you resented us
depression, drug addictions
constant fighting
I probably would crumble too
that's at least what I think
because I know I resent how I grew up ...
maybe I'm just too cold
maybe mom and dad were wrong
never got any affection
appreciated the roof
but where was the love?
guess you couldn't fake it
like I can't fake it
now that I'm older, I get it
life doesn't turn out how you planned it
I see that you both worked hard
maybe the pressure was too much
and maybe you resented us
depression, drug addictions
constant fighting
I probably would crumble too
that's at least what I think
because I know I resent how I grew up ...
#depression
#family
#memories
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Nixprty
Poem Published
31st May 2024 7:12am
31st May 2024 7:12am
The Smell of Home
Someone once told me I smelled great.
‘What do you use?’ He asked.
I paused for a moment.
I thought of the dimly lit bathroom,
The mornings while brushing my teeth.
Gagging on the intensely artificial scent of vanilla perfume my sister would coat her entire body in.
I thought of the floral sweetness that my mother carried,
Jasmine or lavender,
A hint of faintly browned sugar.
I thought of the powerful citrus my father wore,
I often thought he smelled how he looked,
Huge and powerful,
The slightest hint...
‘What do you use?’ He asked.
I paused for a moment.
I thought of the dimly lit bathroom,
The mornings while brushing my teeth.
Gagging on the intensely artificial scent of vanilla perfume my sister would coat her entire body in.
I thought of the floral sweetness that my mother carried,
Jasmine or lavender,
A hint of faintly browned sugar.
I thought of the powerful citrus my father wore,
I often thought he smelled how he looked,
Huge and powerful,
The slightest hint...
#family
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
31st May 2024 2:26am
31st May 2024 2:26am
dead man
Watching you die
is like watching the birth
of a ghost in slow motion
Time turns all monsters to dust
and you're no different
though you're more breakable now
than you were when you slammed me
against a wall at 16 over a dropped fork
at the dinner table
You don't scare me any more
haven't in at least a decade
since I realised
all the power you had over me
was all in my head
Old man falling to dust
and I knows it's wrong
that I still want to punch you
that I wish I had ...
is like watching the birth
of a ghost in slow motion
Time turns all monsters to dust
and you're no different
though you're more breakable now
than you were when you slammed me
against a wall at 16 over a dropped fork
at the dinner table
You don't scare me any more
haven't in at least a decade
since I realised
all the power you had over me
was all in my head
Old man falling to dust
and I knows it's wrong
that I still want to punch you
that I wish I had ...
#DomesticViolence
#family
#memories
184 reads
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th May 2024 00:15am
20th May 2024 00:15am
there's tears in my coffee and it only makes me more anxious
I'm gonna pretend
there isn't kiddo vomit
on my only heavy blanket
spot check
scrub
let it go
cause I won't make it
to the laundromat today
and I haven't got around
to buying a new winter heater
though the cold is starting
to keep me up at night
I can already tell
it's going to be a day
of too many tears
a day of anger
and resentment
a day my voice gets so loud
no one can be around me
without covering their ears
and telling me to calm down
though those words ...
there isn't kiddo vomit
on my only heavy blanket
spot check
scrub
let it go
cause I won't make it
to the laundromat today
and I haven't got around
to buying a new winter heater
though the cold is starting
to keep me up at night
I can already tell
it's going to be a day
of too many tears
a day of anger
and resentment
a day my voice gets so loud
no one can be around me
without covering their ears
and telling me to calm down
though those words ...
#anger
#depression
#family #MentalHealth
#family #MentalHealth
200 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th May 2024 9:08am
19th May 2024 9:08am
arrival
The arrival
I had been away for thirty years
came, put up a new fence, and painted the house
Bright spring green, the house looked posh
compared with pale white housing
which had been the only legal color when
the ultra-democratic ruled
I had been spotted, and relatives came to visit
a younger generation that looked like clones
of the people I once knew but with new
bodies and young faces
clean streets, smokers hid in basements like
ostracized uncles no one spoke about
the children of this new generation played ...
I had been away for thirty years
came, put up a new fence, and painted the house
Bright spring green, the house looked posh
compared with pale white housing
which had been the only legal color when
the ultra-democratic ruled
I had been spotted, and relatives came to visit
a younger generation that looked like clones
of the people I once knew but with new
bodies and young faces
clean streets, smokers hid in basements like
ostracized uncles no one spoke about
the children of this new generation played ...
#family
#father
#memories #parent
#memories #parent
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1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th May 2024 8:52pm
15th May 2024 8:52pm
Crushed Into Apathy
Systolic
moving through the body diabolic
mom locked all the doors
and dad’s an alcoholic
Diastolic
at rest in amniotic
yanked out and discarded
fully fucking chaotic
Pressure
cuts himself but not the tether
bouquets upon every grave
flowers never smelled fresher
Squeeze
a little caustic disease
look at what you created
crying to me from your knees
Explosion
what a crazy notion
it’s the aftermath of daisies
welcome to a mind’s erosion
moving through the body diabolic
mom locked all the doors
and dad’s an alcoholic
Diastolic
at rest in amniotic
yanked out and discarded
fully fucking chaotic
Pressure
cuts himself but not the tether
bouquets upon every grave
flowers never smelled fresher
Squeeze
a little caustic disease
look at what you created
crying to me from your knees
Explosion
what a crazy notion
it’s the aftermath of daisies
welcome to a mind’s erosion
#family
#memories
20 reads
12 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
12th May 2024 12:51pm
12th May 2024 12:51pm
Mother's Day 2024
Today is Mother's Day of 2024.
But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.
You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.
You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
You were a kind and giving person and that is a fact.
Being generous was a trait that you sure didn't lack.
It broke my heart and it was painful when you passed away.
Even though you're dead, I wish you a happy Mother's Day.
But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.
You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.
You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
You were a kind and giving person and that is a fact.
Being generous was a trait that you sure didn't lack.
It broke my heart and it was painful when you passed away.
Even though you're dead, I wish you a happy Mother's Day.
#family
#mother
#MothersDay
#nonfiction
#son
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