Poems about Mother
#mother
Here you'll find poems about relationships with mother. Depicting a relationship that's sometimes difficult, other times beautiful and sentimental. A huge range of emotions displayed through poetry about mother.
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Just Catching Up/Do Dead People Pray?
Mama,
It’s been a long time since I’ve written, but you are, in fact, a spectator. So you see everything, but you know me. I have to put it all down on paper, and then give it to others because some days it’s the only proof I have that I am anywhere at all.
My body is a locked jaw, grinding teeth to dust, and it’s all to keep something inside. I’m uncertain what will tumble out if I let it all go. Will it have teeth, claws, and green and yellow froth coming from its mouth? Or will it fall to the ground, its mummified parts turning to dust after eons in darkness?
...
It’s been a long time since I’ve written, but you are, in fact, a spectator. So you see everything, but you know me. I have to put it all down on paper, and then give it to others because some days it’s the only proof I have that I am anywhere at all.
My body is a locked jaw, grinding teeth to dust, and it’s all to keep something inside. I’m uncertain what will tumble out if I let it all go. Will it have teeth, claws, and green and yellow froth coming from its mouth? Or will it fall to the ground, its mummified parts turning to dust after eons in darkness?
...
#death
#FeelingLost
#gratitude
#mother
#SelfDiscovery
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There once upon time
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ there once upon a time ⌚ that a child was placed in children services. His file was created to hide his history yet this same child was placed in adoption agency. 😔 For this same child got adopted by a good family, who decided to adopt a child cause their own children were grown and on their own. From the outside appearance he seems normal polite well-mannered a child anybody will want. But beneath the surface he had a deep dark 🌑 secret of the evil hidden behind a smile of a child. 😊 One-day the...
#dark
#father
#mother
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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My BPD Mother
Her truth is sickness
Shame transference her specialty
A harness
A wild fire
Taking over like darkness takes over twilight
Unpredictable
Volatile
There was no harmony
Only the jagged strings of a demon symphony
Plucking my heartstrings
Chord by chord
Unraveling my sanity
Confusion a constant entity
Night terrors reflecting daymares
My screams reflected
In her coal black stare
I kept my head low
My heart wounded
My neglect a secret
I am the abortion she didn’t have
The toy discarded...
Shame transference her specialty
A harness
A wild fire
Taking over like darkness takes over twilight
Unpredictable
Volatile
There was no harmony
Only the jagged strings of a demon symphony
Plucking my heartstrings
Chord by chord
Unraveling my sanity
Confusion a constant entity
Night terrors reflecting daymares
My screams reflected
In her coal black stare
I kept my head low
My heart wounded
My neglect a secret
I am the abortion she didn’t have
The toy discarded...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#mother
#PTSD
#strength
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Stands my Mother
To stand beside my grieving Mother.
Is a storm of rage and pain.
Coupled with something other.
That wants, to isolate.
Removes her heart, from her sleeve.
Fury in her loss, unleashed.
Transfers, a truth, that screams.
My grieving Mother, can't be reached.
But this, is of no consequence.
No reason for alarm.
Because in me, her strength, transcends.
And we stand, arm and arm.
ARM
Is a storm of rage and pain.
Coupled with something other.
That wants, to isolate.
Removes her heart, from her sleeve.
Fury in her loss, unleashed.
Transfers, a truth, that screams.
My grieving Mother, can't be reached.
But this, is of no consequence.
No reason for alarm.
Because in me, her strength, transcends.
And we stand, arm and arm.
ARM
#mother
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saffron sunrise
that
morning's
sunrise
reminded
me of
saffron
threads
kept in
a glass
container
in my
mother's
kitchen.
morning's
sunrise
reminded
me of
saffron
threads
kept in
a glass
container
in my
mother's
kitchen.
#memories
#morning
#mother
#sky
#sun
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Don't f**k With His Girlfriend
He was planning a big day for him & his girlfriend
today was Valentine's Day
he went to the nearest store and purchased some flowers and candy
he wanted today to be a really special day
when the evening arrived, he was feeling really horny and wanted to have sex with her
she's always willing and able when he wants it
she never says no
he tries all his moves with her
the room was dimly lit for a moonlighting type of ambience
they moved to the bedroom
he washed up, brushed his teeth and put on his best cologne
she looked...
today was Valentine's Day
he went to the nearest store and purchased some flowers and candy
he wanted today to be a really special day
when the evening arrived, he was feeling really horny and wanted to have sex with her
she's always willing and able when he wants it
she never says no
he tries all his moves with her
the room was dimly lit for a moonlighting type of ambience
they moved to the bedroom
he washed up, brushed his teeth and put on his best cologne
she looked...
#girlfriend
#love
#MentalHealth
#mother
#ValentinesDay
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I Should Have Known That Was A Bad Idea
Let go of
me! I should have known that
getting naked with my own son was
a bad idea! Our neighbor called and said that
she caught you humping your own mother
yesterday! Just please leave
me alone!
me! I should have known that
getting naked with my own son was
a bad idea! Our neighbor called and said that
she caught you humping your own mother
yesterday! Just please leave
me alone!
#corruption
#dialogue
#fiction
#mother
#sex
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Please Tell Me That I Did Not Embarrass My Son In Any Way.
Malcom's mother finally woke up.
She saw David holding up a blanket.
Before asking, she touched herself.
Then, she discovered that she was naked.
She covered herself up with David's blanket.
She saw David holding up a blanket.
Before asking, she touched herself.
Then, she discovered that she was naked.
She covered herself up with David's blanket.
#fiction
#friendship
#mother
#sex
#son
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I still love you
You left me, but I still stay by you,
You slapped me, yet I reach for your hand too.
You never said you loved me, it’s true,
But still, in my heart, I whisper I love you.
You called me names, yet I laugh it away,
In shadows of hope, I choose to stay.
You never call for me, that's how it may be,
Yet I write you my words, in silence, you see.
You slapped me, yet I reach for your hand too.
You never said you loved me, it’s true,
But still, in my heart, I whisper I love you.
You called me names, yet I laugh it away,
In shadows of hope, I choose to stay.
You never call for me, that's how it may be,
Yet I write you my words, in silence, you see.
#daughter
#mother
#responsibility
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Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
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MOTHER
Blind
I see her beauty
deaf
I hear her melody
ignorant
I partake of her knowledge
poor
I share her wealth
in-drawn
her vision reigns my heart
yet the darkness of dust
veils my being
I don't understand
the hidden words
though I sit
under her tree of love
she's still away from me
just one pace
if I could take
I enter
the pavilion of eternity
R K Singh
I see her beauty
deaf
I hear her melody
ignorant
I partake of her knowledge
poor
I share her wealth
in-drawn
her vision reigns my heart
yet the darkness of dust
veils my being
I don't understand
the hidden words
though I sit
under her tree of love
she's still away from me
just one pace
if I could take
I enter
the pavilion of eternity
R K Singh
#LookingForLove
#mother
#spiritual
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A mom's despair
I have a child who tried to take his life a couple of years back
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#mother
#suicide
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