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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
290 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
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kissthesky
Poem Published
5th Nov 2022 9:49am
5th Nov 2022 9:49am
idfc if it doesn't even make sense vol. one
can't even fuckin figure out if
today is still
today
or not
or if it's
friday
or
saturday by technicality
but possibly still technically
friday
for the oooh!..possums
and maybe
this shift
has my circadian rhythm
just
bamboozled
but maybe
i'm just
blame shifting
despite their calls of "sunrise"
during twilight hours
forever finding myself awaiting
this.. j-o-b
to ring-a-schwing-schwing ...
today is still
today
or not
or if it's
friday
or
saturday by technicality
but possibly still technically
friday
for the oooh!..possums
and maybe
this shift
has my circadian rhythm
just
bamboozled
but maybe
i'm just
blame shifting
despite their calls of "sunrise"
during twilight hours
forever finding myself awaiting
this.. j-o-b
to ring-a-schwing-schwing ...
#loneliness
#motherhood
#emptiness
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
16th May 2022 00:34am
16th May 2022 00:34am
The Great Replacement Theory And Abortion
Yes, people pull the trigger - but guns are the instrument of death. Gun control is necessary, and delay means more death and horror. Eliot Spitzer
I had the idea to start my Sunday off with writing about a controversial element that has hindered our nation, and that is the debate of pro-life versus pro-choice. In more subtle terms, abortion, however an act of hate has consumed New York, yet once again.
I am stunned regarding the mental breeding of why someone within this day and age who still fosters a new millennium of creating a superior race, that ideology has held...
I had the idea to start my Sunday off with writing about a controversial element that has hindered our nation, and that is the debate of pro-life versus pro-choice. In more subtle terms, abortion, however an act of hate has consumed New York, yet once again.
I am stunned regarding the mental breeding of why someone within this day and age who still fosters a new millennium of creating a superior race, that ideology has held...
#women
#motherhood
#politics
#racism
#feminism
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 3:57pm
22nd Apr 2022 3:57pm
Letter to a Young Mother - A true short story
The American Doll, Julie Albright, sat quietly against a pillow on my daughter’s bed surrounded by an assortment of play clothes and hairties. I stood next to my daughter, braiding her hair for school. This was our quiet time before school when our thoughts could roam free.
I noticed Julie was already dressed in a different outfit from the evening before.
“Were you up late playing with Julie?”
As I continued to separate the silky strands, my daughter’s piercing brown eyes met mine in the mirror over her dresser.
“I guess. I...
I noticed Julie was already dressed in a different outfit from the evening before.
“Were you up late playing with Julie?”
As I continued to separate the silky strands, my daughter’s piercing brown eyes met mine in the mirror over her dresser.
“I guess. I...
#love
#motherhood
#childhood
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
20th Mar 2022 00:30am
20th Mar 2022 00:30am
Death of a Friend - Notes between mother and daughter (7)
Dear Daughter,
As I sat in the quiet before Sarah's memorial service, my mind flooded with memories of your infancy. I remembered how frantically you suckled for life at my breasts. As I held your soft warmth, I dreamed of your future.
I couldn’t imagine the pain of Sarah’s parents after investing years in planning for a future that would never be. To lost a child on the verge of womanhood must have only added to their pain.
Forgive my thoughts but I’m haunted by these questions. Was Sarah loved fully during her short life? Did she experience...
As I sat in the quiet before Sarah's memorial service, my mind flooded with memories of your infancy. I remembered how frantically you suckled for life at my breasts. As I held your soft warmth, I dreamed of your future.
I couldn’t imagine the pain of Sarah’s parents after investing years in planning for a future that would never be. To lost a child on the verge of womanhood must have only added to their pain.
Forgive my thoughts but I’m haunted by these questions. Was Sarah loved fully during her short life? Did she experience...
#motherhood
#death
#bisexual #daughter
#bisexual #daughter
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
26th Jan 2022 3:29am
26th Jan 2022 3:29am
Through Your Eyes
I imagine the endless questions
that have no satisfactory answer
when days turn into weeks
that you've not seen my face.
I see the look of hurt on your face,
the crestfallen expression
that takes over your pretty face
as excitement fades to disappointment
when I am late to show
or never show at all.
I imagine the chemicals in your brain
wiring themselves into a rollercoaster
of hopes up and fulfillment,
descending into a chasm of emptiness
and despair become all too familiar,
when the pattern I've...
that have no satisfactory answer
when days turn into weeks
that you've not seen my face.
I see the look of hurt on your face,
the crestfallen expression
that takes over your pretty face
as excitement fades to disappointment
when I am late to show
or never show at all.
I imagine the chemicals in your brain
wiring themselves into a rollercoaster
of hopes up and fulfillment,
descending into a chasm of emptiness
and despair become all too familiar,
when the pattern I've...
#love
#motherhood
#faith
#addiction
#daughter
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Motherhood
