crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 4:43pm
20th Feb 2024 4:43pm
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
#memories #motherhood
#memories #motherhood
209 reads
12 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
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
407 reads
8 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 10:53pm
6th Feb 2024 10:53pm
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
192 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 2:53am
23rd Jan 2024 2:53am
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
296 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 1:59pm
23rd Oct 2023 1:59pm
Morning Prayer to Something
How wonderous it is
to be alive.
How beautiful to feel the depths of
an animal's lust for life.
Surely all that we are given
is meant for such use
by our Creator.
to be alive.
How beautiful to feel the depths of
an animal's lust for life.
Surely all that we are given
is meant for such use
by our Creator.
#motherhood
#erotic
303 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 1:39pm
23rd Oct 2023 1:39pm
Conversation Between Friends
You’re not showing yet?”
“No, it’s only been about ten weeks,” Lauryn said. “The doctor said my baby bump might start to show in a month or so.”
“I was reading an article called “Lucky 13.” It said around that same time I could expect my breasts to get bigger and my nipples to get browner. Sounds like fun.”
The two laughed. A few were sitting at the bar but it was early afternoon so tables were empty.
“I’m so excited for you,” Megan said.
Megan was Lauryn’s best friend. They were opposites in some ways. Megan only had sex with a...
“No, it’s only been about ten weeks,” Lauryn said. “The doctor said my baby bump might start to show in a month or so.”
“I was reading an article called “Lucky 13.” It said around that same time I could expect my breasts to get bigger and my nipples to get browner. Sounds like fun.”
The two laughed. A few were sitting at the bar but it was early afternoon so tables were empty.
“I’m so excited for you,” Megan said.
Megan was Lauryn’s best friend. They were opposites in some ways. Megan only had sex with a...
#motherhood
#friendship
#pregnancy
298 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 12:13pm
29th Sep 2023 12:13pm
Infinite Possibilities - A Journal Entry
I came across an old photo from college days. We were classmates in the business department. It looks like our senior year.
It’s interesting how our lives turn out. Two of my friends are married with children. They seem very happy.
The girl on the left died in a 2019 car crash in Colorado. She and her future husband died a month before their wedding.
The two girls on the right are still looking for true love. By all reports they've both been searching in all the wrong places.
I try to remember what it was like when that photo was taken. I was in...
It’s interesting how our lives turn out. Two of my friends are married with children. They seem very happy.
The girl on the left died in a 2019 car crash in Colorado. She and her future husband died a month before their wedding.
The two girls on the right are still looking for true love. By all reports they've both been searching in all the wrong places.
I try to remember what it was like when that photo was taken. I was in...
#love
#motherhood
#death #LifeStruggles
#death #LifeStruggles
290 reads
3 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 7:41pm
23rd Sep 2023 7:41pm
Beauty As I Know You Will Be
Where I search
You will find
Where I die
Life unto mine
Forgotten not
Line of my life
Feel man's plight
Devour their strife
My daughter
Or son
Take from me
For youth
Forgoes decay
In your
Beauty.
You will find
Where I die
Life unto mine
Forgotten not
Line of my life
Feel man's plight
Devour their strife
My daughter
Or son
Take from me
For youth
Forgoes decay
In your
Beauty.
#children
#motherhood
218 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 9:13pm
19th Sep 2023 9:13pm
BABY BUMP
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex #fatherhood
#sex #fatherhood
240 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 1:50am
26th Aug 2023 1:50am
Smoke
Memory floats back like smoke
and I’m back in a pie-and-mash shop with mum;
it’s one of my few happy memories of her,
uncomplicated by the past and old resentments.
It’s a bright summer’s day in a seaside town
and we’ve walked three miles to here,
to be served from warming trays
by cockney ladies in tabards.
Because the smoking ban’s not yet enforced
my mother smokes as she sits beside me,
in memory like a clay carving
with pendulous breasts and potbelly.
I savour eel sauce across two stodgy pies
and mash as thick as...
and I’m back in a pie-and-mash shop with mum;
it’s one of my few happy memories of her,
uncomplicated by the past and old resentments.
It’s a bright summer’s day in a seaside town
and we’ve walked three miles to here,
to be served from warming trays
by cockney ladies in tabards.
Because the smoking ban’s not yet enforced
my mother smokes as she sits beside me,
in memory like a clay carving
with pendulous breasts and potbelly.
I savour eel sauce across two stodgy pies
and mash as thick as...
#motherhood
#childhood
#food #memories
#food #memories
177 reads
3 Comments
LillyValleyPoems
Poem Published
20th Aug 2023 6:19am
20th Aug 2023 6:19am
Spider Babies
It’s been 5 months since
We’ve spoken
And I’ve been stirring it up,
It’s all in my head
I’ve tried to forget
A conversation with my husband;
Me: I don’t want spiders
in my room,
Should we do something?
Husband: no, when they hatch
They’ll all blow away
That spider out my window
She’s got babies
A tiny cocoon;
Like how I call my robe
When I see my bebe’s
Morning face,
My cocoon’s only for my
Littlest ones
I want them to remember
These silken warmseys threads
It’s...
We’ve spoken
And I’ve been stirring it up,
It’s all in my head
I’ve tried to forget
A conversation with my husband;
Me: I don’t want spiders
in my room,
Should we do something?
Husband: no, when they hatch
They’ll all blow away
That spider out my window
She’s got babies
A tiny cocoon;
Like how I call my robe
When I see my bebe’s
Morning face,
My cocoon’s only for my
Littlest ones
I want them to remember
These silken warmseys threads
It’s...
#parent
#motherhood
#responsibility
277 reads
1 Comment
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 4:59am
17th Aug 2023 4:59am
Empty.
when i’m busy pouring life into everyone
who’s pouring back into me?
who’s filling me back up?
who’s making me whole?
who gives a fuck?
about me?
me
the one person i’ve turned my back on..
i give
give
give
give
you take
he takes
she takes
they take
that’s what life is right?
give and take?
for fuck’s sake
can i get a break?
can i get back to me?
a happy me
a healed me
not a fake smile or laugh
the real me
a me when i look in the mirror
and know exactly who...
who’s pouring back into me?
who’s filling me back up?
who’s making me whole?
who gives a fuck?
about me?
me
the one person i’ve turned my back on..
i give
give
give
give
you take
he takes
she takes
they take
that’s what life is right?
give and take?
for fuck’s sake
can i get a break?
can i get back to me?
a happy me
a healed me
not a fake smile or laugh
the real me
a me when i look in the mirror
and know exactly who...
#wife
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
455 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Motherhood Seeking Honest Critique
