Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 11:52pm
24th Jul 2024 11:52pm
Baby Mine is still the saddest song in Dumbo
when I was a kid,
I had a rock tumbler
I’d pack it with beach stones
listening to the thing whir and crunch
for a month until I excitedly
unscrewed the cap
sieving off the thick granite slurry
to reveal my polished agates.
I kinda feel like my spine makes
the same noise these days
every morning it cracks
like a mother fucking glow stick
that refuses to actually glow
every morning I sit in the shower
washing off sweat and sleep ...
I had a rock tumbler
I’d pack it with beach stones
listening to the thing whir and crunch
for a month until I excitedly
unscrewed the cap
sieving off the thick granite slurry
to reveal my polished agates.
I kinda feel like my spine makes
the same noise these days
every morning it cracks
like a mother fucking glow stick
that refuses to actually glow
every morning I sit in the shower
washing off sweat and sleep ...
#LifeStruggles
#motherhood
#nature
#suffering
#disability
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 4:12pm
26th Jun 2024 4:12pm
Multiple Roles in Life
Lauryn slide up onto a barstool and catch a sweet smile from a man she’d noticed when she entered the room. “Is this seat taken, or are you waiting for someone who can actually handle your charm?”
He turned to her and smiled again. “Well, I was hoping for a bit of magic tonight, so it looks like you showed up right on cue.”
Lauryn laughed. “Magic, huh? Well, I can't promise rabbits out of hats, but I can certainly pull some interesting conversation out of thin air.”
The man raised his glass to her. “I’m Jonny. To interesting conversations, then. And may I just...
He turned to her and smiled again. “Well, I was hoping for a bit of magic tonight, so it looks like you showed up right on cue.”
Lauryn laughed. “Magic, huh? Well, I can't promise rabbits out of hats, but I can certainly pull some interesting conversation out of thin air.”
The man raised his glass to her. “I’m Jonny. To interesting conversations, then. And may I just...
#crush
#motherhood
#sex
184 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th May 2024 1:47pm
9th May 2024 1:47pm
Note to Friends and a Poem by Mother
Note to friends and a poem by my mother -
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#sacrifice
140 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 1:17pm
26th Apr 2024 1:17pm
Chapter 15 Back to Normal?
Chapter 15
Brittney woke up with a word buzzing in her head. Denouement? She remembered it from her reading and that it meant the climax to a sequence of events in a story. The point where significant decisions are made.
That’s where I am, she thought. “Denouement,” she whispered.
“Denou-what?” Alex said in the groggy speech of someone just returning to consciousness.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of words from my reading lately.”
“You read too much,” Alex said.
Brittney smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“So, it’s back to...
Brittney woke up with a word buzzing in her head. Denouement? She remembered it from her reading and that it meant the climax to a sequence of events in a story. The point where significant decisions are made.
That’s where I am, she thought. “Denouement,” she whispered.
“Denou-what?” Alex said in the groggy speech of someone just returning to consciousness.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of words from my reading lately.”
“You read too much,” Alex said.
Brittney smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“So, it’s back to...
#family
#lust
#motherhood
113 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 2:24pm
18th Apr 2024 2:24pm
Chapter 13 Inner Struggle in the Church Pew
Chapter 13 Inner Struggle in the Church Pew
“When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures…” Galatians 5:19
As Brittney heard the scripture read, she felt a whirlwind of shock, guilt, and fear. As the pastor continued, she couldn't shake the feeling that the message was directed straight at her, exposing her deepest secrets and desires for all to see.
The mention of "sinful nature" and the consequences of following it sent a flush of embarrassment creeping up her...
“When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures…” Galatians 5:19
As Brittney heard the scripture read, she felt a whirlwind of shock, guilt, and fear. As the pastor continued, she couldn't shake the feeling that the message was directed straight at her, exposing her deepest secrets and desires for all to see.
The mention of "sinful nature" and the consequences of following it sent a flush of embarrassment creeping up her...
#betrayal
#marriage
#motherhood
#religion
#sex
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3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 2:04pm
13th Apr 2024 2:04pm
Chapter 10 - Prayer at the Park
Chapter 10 – Prayer at the Park
David had left early for work. They’d both been tired the night before, but Brittney felt rested after her shower and a little breakfast with her girls. It was a beautiful day and they reminded her they wanted to walk down to the park.
While the Bella and Grace played, Brittney looked at their flexing limbs as they climbed. Bella was 8 years old and Grace, 7. She marveled at the beauty in their faces. How could so much of God be held inside such little parts of his creation, she thought.
She whispered...
David had left early for work. They’d both been tired the night before, but Brittney felt rested after her shower and a little breakfast with her girls. It was a beautiful day and they reminded her they wanted to walk down to the park.
While the Bella and Grace played, Brittney looked at their flexing limbs as they climbed. Bella was 8 years old and Grace, 7. She marveled at the beauty in their faces. How could so much of God be held inside such little parts of his creation, she thought.
She whispered...
#motherhood
#marriage
98 reads
3 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 4:33pm
20th Feb 2024 4:33pm
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
146 reads
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
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
315 reads
8 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 6:52pm
16th Jan 2024 6:52pm
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
138 reads
8 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
216 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
346 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 00:09am
28th Apr 2023 00:09am
Grandma & Me
Grandma & Me
Treetops sway in the summer breeze
Grandma leads me up the fire tower stairs
To a place where Earth’s sorrows fade
And the cardinal is perched beside the bluejay
As they converse in foreign tongues
That my child’s heart feels but does not comprehend
Grandma smiles in silent reverie
While we ascend into cloud dreams
My little legs tire of the climb
And we settle our ascent into something like rest
But her smile is a conversation like the birds
Yet...
Treetops sway in the summer breeze
Grandma leads me up the fire tower stairs
To a place where Earth’s sorrows fade
And the cardinal is perched beside the bluejay
As they converse in foreign tongues
That my child’s heart feels but does not comprehend
Grandma smiles in silent reverie
While we ascend into cloud dreams
My little legs tire of the climb
And we settle our ascent into something like rest
But her smile is a conversation like the birds
Yet...
#love
#motherhood
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
245 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Motherhood
