Long Poems for and About Mothers
#mother
Long poems for and about mothers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
The house that swallowed me whole
I was born into a house,
already full.
Full of silence dressed up as survival.
I was born already unforgiven.
The product of her regret.
A product of a man whose name curdled in her throat,
every time she looked at me.
I was his mirror,
And that meant I could never be hers.
I was the reminder,
of a mistake,
of a man she regrets,
of a night she doesn’t speak about.
I was not the one she held close.
Not the one she prayed over.
Not the one she loved.
I was tolerated.
Raised on scraps of affection, ...
already full.
Full of silence dressed up as survival.
I was born already unforgiven.
The product of her regret.
A product of a man whose name curdled in her throat,
every time she looked at me.
I was his mirror,
And that meant I could never be hers.
I was the reminder,
of a mistake,
of a man she regrets,
of a night she doesn’t speak about.
I was not the one she held close.
Not the one she prayed over.
Not the one she loved.
I was tolerated.
Raised on scraps of affection, ...
#anger
#daughter
#mother
#SelfWorth
#suffering
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a toast to no one
the call came today
you’re dead
finally
the universe took its sweet time
over and over
I’ve tried rebuildin
what you burned down
with that lighter fluid smile
over and over
I’ve tried to wash out
all of your venom
that pulses thru my veins
they’ll want me to weep
to forgive you
to speak of loss and motherly love
but what is there it mourn
when nothin I ever had has died?
the actress takes her final bow
no fuckin encore
those invisible strings
that you pulled so well ...
you’re dead
finally
the universe took its sweet time
over and over
I’ve tried rebuildin
what you burned down
with that lighter fluid smile
over and over
I’ve tried to wash out
all of your venom
that pulses thru my veins
they’ll want me to weep
to forgive you
to speak of loss and motherly love
but what is there it mourn
when nothin I ever had has died?
the actress takes her final bow
no fuckin encore
those invisible strings
that you pulled so well ...
#anger
#death
#mother
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Dear mama
it’s been real I’m not going to lie, life taught me your skin will get thick, moving to fast, 💨, when you move to quick you notice nothing, you look at time, like wow how time fly,
you see nothing but green grass moving side to side, you do not notice the poisonous snake slithering by, I swear earth is the only place when you are telling the truth, you still need another albi,
Trust issues, different views, relationships torn away left me all confused, close friend telling, taught me gamblers always got a chance to lose, ...
you see nothing but green grass moving side to side, you do not notice the poisonous snake slithering by, I swear earth is the only place when you are telling the truth, you still need another albi,
Trust issues, different views, relationships torn away left me all confused, close friend telling, taught me gamblers always got a chance to lose, ...
#love
#mother
#motivational
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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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Triggers
Momma rocking in her rocking chair while watching Jimmy sexually abuse me goes back a generation to Grandma in a rocker while Mom's dad (Grandpa Lou) raped her. It took years of panic and a confession by my mother to figure this out! She died maintaining that I was a promiscuous Lolita who seduced and took advange of relatives, her friends and our neighbors. YEAH, MOM I WAS A 4 YEAR OLD WHORE! Even the words...Mom, Momma and Mommy used to trigger me!
I don't remember my first vaginal rape and I don't count it as sex since it wasn't consensual. I lost my virginity at age 17. I...
I don't remember my first vaginal rape and I don't count it as sex since it wasn't consensual. I lost my virginity at age 17. I...
#abuse
#mother
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Dick Dreams

#abuse
#dreams
#mother
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Glass Abortions (Cauldron Kill Series)

#dirty
#evil
#mother
#rejection
#son
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The Cat Lady (part 5)

#dreams
#fiction
#memories
#mother
#erotic
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The Cat Lady (part 4)

#erotic
#family
#forgiveness #mother
#forgiveness #mother
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The Cat Lady (part 3)

#erotic
#fiction
#memories
#mother
#relationships
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The Cat Lady (part 2)

#erotic
#forgiveness
#mother #relationships
#mother #relationships
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The Cat Lady (part 1)
Ain't this a bitch… I haven’t seen her for more than twenty years and now she went on and gotten herself killed…
A few days ago I got a call from an estate lawyer or something asking me to come back to London. I haven’t been home since I was kicked out. It’s not my home anymore. I left London when I was eighteen and I haven’t been back since.
“Lord Howard..” The testatrix began her deliberation… however I had to cut her off.
“You know very well I am not a lord.”
“Yes, well, my mistake, please forgive...
A few days ago I got a call from an estate lawyer or something asking me to come back to London. I haven’t been home since I was kicked out. It’s not my home anymore. I left London when I was eighteen and I haven’t been back since.
“Lord Howard..” The testatrix began her deliberation… however I had to cut her off.
“You know very well I am not a lord.”
“Yes, well, my mistake, please forgive...
#erotic
#fiction
#forgiveness
#memories
#mother
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DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Mothers