Poems about Motherhood
#motherhood
Poems about motherhood, here you'll find poetry about being a mother and everything that entails. Poems about a mother's relationship with her children, and poems about how life changes when you become a mother.
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value of intentions
I don't know whether to feel proud of myself
...or ashamed
I worked so hard all those years
masking to hide my pain
protecting her from the knowledge
so perfectly she never suspected
and now that it's come to the surface
she's asking me tough questions
and I can see the hurt in her eyes
that I suffered & kept it so quiet
but it was imperative to me she live her life unaffected
as normal as could be expected
never thinking how moods & occasional withdrawing might affect her
it was just the 2 of us for so much of her...
...or ashamed
I worked so hard all those years
masking to hide my pain
protecting her from the knowledge
so perfectly she never suspected
and now that it's come to the surface
she's asking me tough questions
and I can see the hurt in her eyes
that I suffered & kept it so quiet
but it was imperative to me she live her life unaffected
as normal as could be expected
never thinking how moods & occasional withdrawing might affect her
it was just the 2 of us for so much of her...
#motherhood
#confessional
#daughter #SelfWorth
#daughter #SelfWorth
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AFTER CEREMONY
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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Wild Mother
My roots grow deeper
Into soil I never intended to plant myself.
My dandelion seed settled
As a weed growing into a wish
Broken into pieces by a child
To begin the journey again.
Into soil I never intended to plant myself.
My dandelion seed settled
As a weed growing into a wish
Broken into pieces by a child
To begin the journey again.
#birth
#motherhood
#childhood
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
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Regret
affliction dear please afford me this confession
assorted pain dances in my mind tormenting me
the ghosts of my children's childhoods
I see their baby faces
not enough food to sustain their grumbling bellies
they still visit me in my resting state
I see their young faces knowing I failed them
they haunt my existence I see threads wait more like nooses
troubling the present trying to hang them
none of my grown children want anything to do with each other
too many bad memories
still basically living in poverty ...
assorted pain dances in my mind tormenting me
the ghosts of my children's childhoods
I see their baby faces
not enough food to sustain their grumbling bellies
they still visit me in my resting state
I see their young faces knowing I failed them
they haunt my existence I see threads wait more like nooses
troubling the present trying to hang them
none of my grown children want anything to do with each other
too many bad memories
still basically living in poverty ...
#love
#children
#motherhood #memories
#motherhood #memories
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rearview reflections
funny how sometimes I look back at events in my life
it's like watching a movie on the big screen
thinking...shit...that was really me
it shouldn't be so surprising...
I was there...but was I really...
I guess that's up for debate
at the time I was so focused on survival
didn't occur to think of it as traumatic
flashes of the past blasting into my conscious
who even knows what caused it
standing in the parking lot of an old wig shop
a location chosen because it was so ridiculously random
suitcase at my feet & 4 year old...
it's like watching a movie on the big screen
thinking...shit...that was really me
it shouldn't be so surprising...
I was there...but was I really...
I guess that's up for debate
at the time I was so focused on survival
didn't occur to think of it as traumatic
flashes of the past blasting into my conscious
who even knows what caused it
standing in the parking lot of an old wig shop
a location chosen because it was so ridiculously random
suitcase at my feet & 4 year old...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
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memories
Tribute to the Memory of my Late, Great Mother
Blanche Medorah Cunningham Bowen
(1913 February 06-2020 July 14)
“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.”—Robert Browning
my mother passed this way
a century and eleven years ago.
memories cannot decay,
although the rusts of time across them blow.
she has no further cares,
where once her heart heaved underneath the strain
of sentiments and fears
that rattled hard against her windowpane.
my mother was the earth,
fertile with an abundance of...
Blanche Medorah Cunningham Bowen
(1913 February 06-2020 July 14)
“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.”—Robert Browning
my mother passed this way
a century and eleven years ago.
memories cannot decay,
although the rusts of time across them blow.
she has no further cares,
where once her heart heaved underneath the strain
of sentiments and fears
that rattled hard against her windowpane.
my mother was the earth,
fertile with an abundance of...
#mother
#motherhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
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the execution
the night of the executions
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
#birth
#motherhood
#aging
#nostalgia
#dating
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Forgiveness
My mother said, “Lauryn,
you’ll know when it’s time
to give yourself away. Just
be sure he’s worthy.”
Like many parents, my mother
was wrong about some things.
How could she have known that
the man taking my innocence
shared her bed?
I hope the daughter growing in me
will forgive my mistakes.
you’ll know when it’s time
to give yourself away. Just
be sure he’s worthy.”
Like many parents, my mother
was wrong about some things.
How could she have known that
the man taking my innocence
shared her bed?
I hope the daughter growing in me
will forgive my mistakes.
#motherhood
#forgiveness
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My mother.
I have loved the
Way you look
And always admired
Never knew a fat turtle beast
Is always eating you up.
And I have to suffer the same fate.
The pain of numbed mother
In her senses.
A carnival of Russia.
He pleases the favle
And hounds on my mother.
And the feast of beasts.
The pain of suns
In the desert.
And the caucus.
We still water
And numbing
Our senses
And nursing
Fees are paid.
My mother
I love you and live
For you. Please
Hold me in arms tight.
Your...
Way you look
And always admired
Never knew a fat turtle beast
Is always eating you up.
And I have to suffer the same fate.
The pain of numbed mother
In her senses.
A carnival of Russia.
He pleases the favle
And hounds on my mother.
And the feast of beasts.
The pain of suns
In the desert.
And the caucus.
We still water
And numbing
Our senses
And nursing
Fees are paid.
My mother
I love you and live
For you. Please
Hold me in arms tight.
Your...
#mother
#motherhood
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On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
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A Mother's Might
A pureness;
I shall protect you
from the pain and trials
of this world.
Not ever doubt you
those round cheeks in smiles
sweetest of my world.
Your cuteness;
Is most definitely unrivaled
no question
affection always entitled.
I hope you'll live a happy life
No pain nor trials to stop your path
In a long journey such as life
Make sure to learn yourself some math!
Success and ever blessed luck
Meet ones to share your love
But never give it away for a few buck ...
I shall protect you
from the pain and trials
of this world.
Not ever doubt you
those round cheeks in smiles
sweetest of my world.
Your cuteness;
Is most definitely unrivaled
no question
affection always entitled.
I hope you'll live a happy life
No pain nor trials to stop your path
In a long journey such as life
Make sure to learn yourself some math!
Success and ever blessed luck
Meet ones to share your love
But never give it away for a few buck ...
#love
#strength
#courage
#motherhood
#determination
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