KittyFromHell
Poem Published
14th Jan 2022 9:14am
14th Jan 2022 9:14am
out of the mouth of babes
this is not the best day ever
a deep sadness lingers in your eyes,
but you struggle to bring it to words.
you rest your head in my arms
as I hold you tight and tell you
it's alright to feel what you feel,
but there's times you stare at the floor
with nothing but silent confusion
I wish I could be two places at once
my heart feels like it's being ripped
from my chest, as if the split
was only yesterday's agony.
I remember all the times I failed you
when I didn't come when I said I would,
and I think...
a deep sadness lingers in your eyes,
but you struggle to bring it to words.
you rest your head in my arms
as I hold you tight and tell you
it's alright to feel what you feel,
but there's times you stare at the floor
with nothing but silent confusion
I wish I could be two places at once
my heart feels like it's being ripped
from my chest, as if the split
was only yesterday's agony.
I remember all the times I failed you
when I didn't come when I said I would,
and I think...
#love
#children
#motherhood
#family
#hurt
313 reads
1 Comment
Erotic_Goddess
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 3:47pm
12th Nov 2021 3:47pm
The Trial Of My Life
Impossible too break down the wall that is my existence.
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
#love
#courage
#motherhood
#motivational
#LifeCycle
611 reads
5 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Oct 2021 3:16pm
7th Oct 2021 3:16pm
Her Mother's Eyes
#teens
#motherhood
#sex
370 reads
5 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 9:58pm
1st Aug 2021 9:58pm
The Box
A rattle; a shudder.
I turn and face... nothing.
For a fleeting moment,
Confusion reigns.
I pause, then pick up
The threads of today.
A life - infused with colour,
Discourse, demands and distractions -
Drowns out what I know deep down is real.
Later, in the stillness,
It beckons me again,
Only this time in silence.
A presence rather than a sound
Draws me back towards the box.
It's been a while;
I'd almost dared to hope
Its grip on me had vanished;
That the power within had died.
...
I turn and face... nothing.
For a fleeting moment,
Confusion reigns.
I pause, then pick up
The threads of today.
A life - infused with colour,
Discourse, demands and distractions -
Drowns out what I know deep down is real.
Later, in the stillness,
It beckons me again,
Only this time in silence.
A presence rather than a sound
Draws me back towards the box.
It's been a while;
I'd almost dared to hope
Its grip on me had vanished;
That the power within had died.
...
#motherhood
#suicide
#MentalHealth
592 reads
9 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
20th May 2021 9:10pm
20th May 2021 9:10pm
We will never escape the pain of mothers
There's a rocking chair I pull up to the window
A purple pillow suspended on a metal frame
My mind just goes blank as I watch
The raindrops play the leaves like a piano
My left arm hurts from where they took my blood this morning
Alive out of spite printed on my shirt over my chest
My foot proped up against the wall rocking me
I ponder past lives and the sin I could have carried over
What genetic horrors the line of mothers that created me experienced
A series of dominos that built this body like this
If you look closely their names...
A purple pillow suspended on a metal frame
My mind just goes blank as I watch
The raindrops play the leaves like a piano
My left arm hurts from where they took my blood this morning
Alive out of spite printed on my shirt over my chest
My foot proped up against the wall rocking me
I ponder past lives and the sin I could have carried over
What genetic horrors the line of mothers that created me experienced
A series of dominos that built this body like this
If you look closely their names...
#motherhood
#forgiveness
#LifeCycle
#curse
#pregnancy
384 reads
10 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
418 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 3:00am
21st Jan 2021 3:00am
Samantha in Tundraland - Rewrite
Samantha in Tundraland
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic...
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic...
#love
#motherhood
#romantic
#environment
#scifi
396 reads
7 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
Mum Sample!
On mummy day we just jubiliate..
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
448 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 11:37am
22nd Nov 2020 11:37am
spiritus.
every morning,
I awake still tired,
yawning
expecting to stumble past
the din of breakfast dishes
being scraped free
of frozen waffles
drowned
in way too much syrup,
and cracked voices
on the verge of becoming
low and solid
arguing over
who’s riding shotgun
on the way to school
(then.)
my noisy mind
once begged for peace
daily
making my way
towards the kitchen,
to the piping hot
chemical addiction
that kept me
high enough
to...
I awake still tired,
yawning
expecting to stumble past
the din of breakfast dishes
being scraped free
of frozen waffles
drowned
in way too much syrup,
and cracked voices
on the verge of becoming
low and solid
arguing over
who’s riding shotgun
on the way to school
(then.)
my noisy mind
once begged for peace
daily
making my way
towards the kitchen,
to the piping hot
chemical addiction
that kept me
high enough
to...
#motherhood
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
247 reads
16 Comments
JessD842
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 11:20am
25th Sep 2020 11:20am
What life would be to live happily??
The want, need, the desire to be somewhere or even something in life. Someone's mother, lover or even someones wife. Longing for the unconditional love from a child. Just the tender thought makes my heart grin and smile.
Walking through this journey we call life on my own. Searching for true happiness that most often leaves me lost and alone.
Older and older I grow everyday. Day after night, night after day, thriving for true happiness that so far away. What would life be to live so happily?
Seems the more you want something in life the more likely your not going to receive,...
Walking through this journey we call life on my own. Searching for true happiness that most often leaves me lost and alone.
Older and older I grow everyday. Day after night, night after day, thriving for true happiness that so far away. What would life be to live so happily?
Seems the more you want something in life the more likely your not going to receive,...
#happiness
#birth
#motherhood
#death
#aging
510 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Aug 2020 10:50pm
21st Aug 2020 10:50pm
Her Daughter's Last Act
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex
#murder
#daughter
398 reads
1 Comment
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 10:59pm
26th Jul 2020 10:59pm
Benjamin’s Buttons
perfect, you emerged
from the other side,
the collective’s gift
wrapped in a challenge
yet to come
and unlike your brother,
you arrived
as a stranger to me
~and I, to you~
maybe it was exhaustion
or that you never cried
unless you were hungry -
I can only remember
feeling so unnecessary;
my maternal instincts
overbearing and gaudy,
although I’m now sure
I’ll never know quite how
I could have missed
...
from the other side,
the collective’s gift
wrapped in a challenge
yet to come
and unlike your brother,
you arrived
as a stranger to me
~and I, to you~
maybe it was exhaustion
or that you never cried
unless you were hungry -
I can only remember
feeling so unnecessary;
my maternal instincts
overbearing and gaudy,
although I’m now sure
I’ll never know quite how
I could have missed
...
#motherhood
#family
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
246 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Motherhood
