jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
1st Mar 2022 3:51pm
1st Mar 2022 3:51pm
Mr. Wiggles
the milk cartons reminded her-
the child needed a sip of;
and changing more than
made up, for
returning Iktsuarpok to
my husband.
I kept him 9 months, be it hurt
or love, Iktsuarpok and reminder,
I used to be selfish, no time but
his cute face now.
grass and very serious hunt,
he crawls and I Iktsuarpok it;
love hurts so much but the
world
is my child.
the child needed a sip of;
and changing more than
made up, for
returning Iktsuarpok to
my husband.
I kept him 9 months, be it hurt
or love, Iktsuarpok and reminder,
I used to be selfish, no time but
his cute face now.
grass and very serious hunt,
he crawls and I Iktsuarpok it;
love hurts so much but the
world
is my child.
#happiness
#love
#children
#birth
#motherhood
263 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:19pm
7th Feb 2022 11:19pm
Somebody
I want somebody to share/
Share the rest of my life"
I sang to you
Soft infant
Smelling of angels' whispers
Ineffable sweetness
And everything right
Sweaty euphoria of your musical cry
When they cut open my stomach
And pulled you out like a book
That would rewrite these painful years
Of my quiet agony
A soul cursed by aloneness
Poisoned by chronic despair
And yet the terror of having you
Doc prescribing Xanax
Because I couldn't sleep
Knowing while you were in my womb
That I would fail you ...
Share the rest of my life"
I sang to you
Soft infant
Smelling of angels' whispers
Ineffable sweetness
And everything right
Sweaty euphoria of your musical cry
When they cut open my stomach
And pulled you out like a book
That would rewrite these painful years
Of my quiet agony
A soul cursed by aloneness
Poisoned by chronic despair
And yet the terror of having you
Doc prescribing Xanax
Because I couldn't sleep
Knowing while you were in my womb
That I would fail you ...
#love
#birth
#motherhood #daughter
#motherhood #daughter
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 10:28am
19th Jan 2022 10:28am
the song contest
The song contests
I came across an apple tree it looked like
a child’s idea of this type of tree, big red
apples and a blue sky; when I realized I do not like
big red apples have farinaceous and taste
like they were dreaming of becoming potatoes
and not picked at by bird.
I joined my wife she was watching the final
Of a song contest, the finalist were two women.
One was buxom and belted out a song with full voice
the other one sang sweetly like opening the window
and letting a songbird and sunlight in.
The ample woman won,...
I came across an apple tree it looked like
a child’s idea of this type of tree, big red
apples and a blue sky; when I realized I do not like
big red apples have farinaceous and taste
like they were dreaming of becoming potatoes
and not picked at by bird.
I joined my wife she was watching the final
Of a song contest, the finalist were two women.
One was buxom and belted out a song with full voice
the other one sang sweetly like opening the window
and letting a songbird and sunlight in.
The ample woman won,...
#teens
#motherhood
#marriage
#aging
#LookingForLove
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lookingformngick
Taitum
Taitum
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 00:08am
18th Nov 2021 00:08am
Letters from a Trashy Mother #1
I never saw myself as a mother
I think of this often now that I am a mother
I find it difficult to reconcile who I am
with who I was
I know they are the same person
I do
It’s just
she was fearlessly naive
she was a free spirit, without ties, without responsibility
she was broken and a mess and beautifully flawed
she was married to her work
she was having an affair with the party
she
was
interesting
I am terrified
I am woefully flawed,
what once made me interesting
is...
I think of this often now that I am a mother
I find it difficult to reconcile who I am
with who I was
I know they are the same person
I do
It’s just
she was fearlessly naive
she was a free spirit, without ties, without responsibility
she was broken and a mess and beautifully flawed
she was married to her work
she was having an affair with the party
she
was
interesting
I am terrified
I am woefully flawed,
what once made me interesting
is...
#motherhood
#daughter
493 reads
14 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2021 2:19pm
2nd Aug 2021 2:19pm
Happy Birthday, Mom - Part IX
You were born on August 2, 1948, you were a Leo just like me.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-three.
You were unique and I truly hate that you're dead.
I wanted you to get better but sadly, you died instead.
You were a special person and that's something I'm grateful for.
But I'm not grateful for the fact that you're not alive anymore.
Many people were better off simply because they knew you.
You were a terrific and caring lady and that is certainly true.
One great thing about you was that you liked to help others.
Happy...
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-three.
You were unique and I truly hate that you're dead.
I wanted you to get better but sadly, you died instead.
You were a special person and that's something I'm grateful for.
But I'm not grateful for the fact that you're not alive anymore.
Many people were better off simply because they knew you.
You were a terrific and caring lady and that is certainly true.
One great thing about you was that you liked to help others.
Happy...
#motherhood
#birthday
#son #nonfiction
#son #nonfiction
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oskar
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 9:20am
16th Jun 2021 9:20am
what fame can do
What fame can do
Parked outside the local supermarket I saw a Rolls Royce
I straighten my shoulder and walked in with dignity.
The staff looked tense like an Imam had visited a church sermon.
Then I saw him, a tall elegant man deeply tanned, I can´t say black
anymore, but my wife comes from Kinshasa.
He walked around the shop looking at things unnerving us,
finally, he bought an apple, ate it on his way to the rolls,
Threw the apple core away entered (open-topped)
And drove away.
The staff was relieved, told me he was a famous actor, ...
Parked outside the local supermarket I saw a Rolls Royce
I straighten my shoulder and walked in with dignity.
The staff looked tense like an Imam had visited a church sermon.
Then I saw him, a tall elegant man deeply tanned, I can´t say black
anymore, but my wife comes from Kinshasa.
He walked around the shop looking at things unnerving us,
finally, he bought an apple, ate it on his way to the rolls,
Threw the apple core away entered (open-topped)
And drove away.
The staff was relieved, told me he was a famous actor, ...
#motherhood
#marriage
#holiday
#luck
#fatherhood
459 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Apr 2021 4:16pm
29th Apr 2021 4:16pm
a moment in time
A moment in time
I remember a hot summer night
unusual hot for a Nordic country
all windows were open.
My mother, brother and sister sat around a table
drinking coffee.
It was a glorious moment
my happiness was so intense I cried
I knew this moment would not be repeated.
My brother kidded me, I take so quickly to tears
but I could not tell him the why
Without them, I feel so utterly alone, and they died too early
there was no time for a farewell.
I live in a foreign country the past is a treasured memory.
I remember a hot summer night
unusual hot for a Nordic country
all windows were open.
My mother, brother and sister sat around a table
drinking coffee.
It was a glorious moment
my happiness was so intense I cried
I knew this moment would not be repeated.
My brother kidded me, I take so quickly to tears
but I could not tell him the why
Without them, I feel so utterly alone, and they died too early
there was no time for a farewell.
I live in a foreign country the past is a treasured memory.
#birth
#motherhood
#marriage
#aging
#LookingForLove
259 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 10:31am
22nd Apr 2021 10:31am
the lost class
The lost class
I was watching a program called “Vera” when I recalling
I once I lived in the northwest of England.
What I remember best was the greyness of the place.
A council estate for the poor and working-class
Which often is the same.
Young skulking men with nothing to do their eyes told
me they had given up this was their life.
Young girls dress for dance hoping to get married
For love and a sittee and on the list for housing, but to do this
They had to be pregnant with one of the young men
in the street.
There are no...
I was watching a program called “Vera” when I recalling
I once I lived in the northwest of England.
What I remember best was the greyness of the place.
A council estate for the poor and working-class
Which often is the same.
Young skulking men with nothing to do their eyes told
me they had given up this was their life.
Young girls dress for dance hoping to get married
For love and a sittee and on the list for housing, but to do this
They had to be pregnant with one of the young men
in the street.
There are no...
#motherhood
#marriage
#nostalgia #pregnancy
#nostalgia #pregnancy
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0 Comments
SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 4:50pm
6th Apr 2021 4:50pm
Crayons
Crayons on the wall
Dirty diapers in the mall
From the nursery down the hall
Comes the crying to top it all
Dirty diapers in the mall
From the nursery down the hall
Comes the crying to top it all
#depression
#children
#motherhood
386 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
16th Mar 2021 8:26pm
16th Mar 2021 8:26pm
you.
It twists in
piercing
of that delicate place
the most inopportune times
on my hollowed grounds
hearing sacred echos
that jolt and clamour
in perpetual hymn
a constant dark reverberation
each time
and again
to be colored
in direct stark assuming
is to gouge an open wound
in a forever agony
laying seeds buried lovingly
so cherished, of warmth
and all the love of fully grown
reminders.
those reminders
knowing a true horror
and it's scope of utter...
piercing
of that delicate place
the most inopportune times
on my hollowed grounds
hearing sacred echos
that jolt and clamour
in perpetual hymn
a constant dark reverberation
each time
and again
to be colored
in direct stark assuming
is to gouge an open wound
in a forever agony
laying seeds buried lovingly
so cherished, of warmth
and all the love of fully grown
reminders.
those reminders
knowing a true horror
and it's scope of utter...
#grief
#motherhood
#despair
#children
#hurt
620 reads
10 Comments
Just_Me_
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 9:39pm
28th Feb 2021 9:39pm
I have no name
I can hear my mom's heart, it beats as one with mine
I have things I want to do, dreams to come true
In cold bowl,I'm tossed away, future is dead
I have things I want to do, dreams to come true
In cold bowl,I'm tossed away, future is dead
#motherhood
#death
#choices
481 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 8:03am
23rd Jan 2021 8:03am
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
#birth
#motherhood
#family
#environment
#apocalypse
400 reads
5 Comments
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