Oohloulala
Loulou
Loulou
Poem Published
31st May 2020 3:35am
31st May 2020 3:35am
Homeschooling
Now I'm not gona beat around the bush on this one.
The truth is my trying to teach is inadequate.
If the classes were constructing colloquial vernacular and cuss words than fuck me would my small one be getting at least a B plus.
But the musts of maths, the mapped out plans, have me quickly feeling the need to bury my head in the sand.
Don't get it twisted, it's not like i don't understand the things babe is learning.
It's her yearning for normality amongst the current insanity, and my lack of patience, forgotten empathy for what it's like to be 9,...
The truth is my trying to teach is inadequate.
If the classes were constructing colloquial vernacular and cuss words than fuck me would my small one be getting at least a B plus.
But the musts of maths, the mapped out plans, have me quickly feeling the need to bury my head in the sand.
Don't get it twisted, it's not like i don't understand the things babe is learning.
It's her yearning for normality amongst the current insanity, and my lack of patience, forgotten empathy for what it's like to be 9,...
#motherhood
#home
#pandemic
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2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
18th May 2020 4:08am
18th May 2020 4:08am
Get it On
The first album I ever purchased
with my own pocket money
was T-Rex, Electric Warrior—
It was 1971! It was England!
I'm twelve.
TWELVE!
One year from being a teenager
It's the end of July
or first of August, who knows—
it was hot as hell;
I picked strawberries
and babysat all summer
to earn enough money for that album
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Aowwwwwwww! Yeah, BABY!
( Remember. . .twelve )
I get it home, eagerly...
with my own pocket money
was T-Rex, Electric Warrior—
It was 1971! It was England!
I'm twelve.
TWELVE!
One year from being a teenager
It's the end of July
or first of August, who knows—
it was hot as hell;
I picked strawberries
and babysat all summer
to earn enough money for that album
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Aowwwwwwww! Yeah, BABY!
( Remember. . .twelve )
I get it home, eagerly...
#father
#motherhood
#childhood
#music
#wisdom
1212 reads
44 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:02pm
10th May 2020 6:02pm
Sacrifice
When I was five years old my mother left me…
With my grandmother so she could come to the land of opportunity,
And though some would think this was abandonment,
It was really a sacrifice she made to obtain a better life for me.
In those formative years when I was raised by my grandmother,
Who was small in size but larger than life with her personality,
Grandma taught me the meaning of respect and the ways of the Lord,
I called her my mother too out of sheer love and propriety.
And for four years my mother worked her fingers to the bone, ...
With my grandmother so she could come to the land of opportunity,
And though some would think this was abandonment,
It was really a sacrifice she made to obtain a better life for me.
In those formative years when I was raised by my grandmother,
Who was small in size but larger than life with her personality,
Grandma taught me the meaning of respect and the ways of the Lord,
I called her my mother too out of sheer love and propriety.
And for four years my mother worked her fingers to the bone, ...
#love
#parent
#motherhood #MothersDay
#motherhood #MothersDay
868 reads
10 Comments
Jofec
Omei
Omei
Poem Published
10th May 2020 9:48am
10th May 2020 9:48am
Happy sad Mother’s Day
To those mothers who don’t have their kids and never get a gift on Mother’s Day
I want to give you all this little poem
to let you know
You not alone
I’m hurting just like you .
For some it’s filled with love
Kisses hugs and gifts
Happy smiling faces
A happy Mother’s Day it is
thats only the way the day is
for the mums
who still have their kids .
For me this day is pain
I’m a mother and on this day I suffer
Today is not like the others
There’s no relief on this one day ...
I want to give you all this little poem
to let you know
You not alone
I’m hurting just like you .
For some it’s filled with love
Kisses hugs and gifts
Happy smiling faces
A happy Mother’s Day it is
thats only the way the day is
for the mums
who still have their kids .
For me this day is pain
I’m a mother and on this day I suffer
Today is not like the others
There’s no relief on this one day ...
#sadness
#mother
#children
#motherhood
#memories
457 reads
2 Comments
Lagertha
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
ESSENCE of the SUNDANCER
Herein the forest seeded by my ancestral blood of (the Numa). Sononi',(Shoshone).
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
#birth
#motherhood
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
621 reads
19 Comments
Sterling7147
__
__
Poem Published
31st Mar 2020 6:14pm
31st Mar 2020 6:14pm
Devil Eyes
I went back.
I feasted on crow.
I knew all the answers you wanted me to know
I looked at you with love in my eyes
I was the one who put the past aside,
On my hope.
On my hope.
You'll never know the hearts I laid bare,
that day that you never believed how much I cared.
My different hearts on different days,
yet breaking always.
The pained colors of "what if" became my only scheme.
What if I wasn't calm?
What if I could make myself belong
and just...
I feasted on crow.
I knew all the answers you wanted me to know
I looked at you with love in my eyes
I was the one who put the past aside,
On my hope.
On my hope.
You'll never know the hearts I laid bare,
that day that you never believed how much I cared.
My different hearts on different days,
yet breaking always.
The pained colors of "what if" became my only scheme.
What if I wasn't calm?
What if I could make myself belong
and just...
#mother
#parent
#motherhood #separation
#motherhood #separation
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0 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
18th Mar 2020 2:49pm
18th Mar 2020 2:49pm
Having Babies 2.0
Two young fools prayed and married
as we blended then childless lives
Our debate on when to start varied
despite our strong nesting drives
our pointless opinions and notions...
(Or were they arbitrary goals?)
-Despite contraceptive potions
fell pregnant into parenting roles
Tender age of eighteen
first baby from love’s song
fit in right between
as we walked along
We "planned" next baby coming
such great new adventure
a new way of summing
as she learned to put
olives on...
as we blended then childless lives
Our debate on when to start varied
despite our strong nesting drives
our pointless opinions and notions...
(Or were they arbitrary goals?)
-Despite contraceptive potions
fell pregnant into parenting roles
Tender age of eighteen
first baby from love’s song
fit in right between
as we walked along
We "planned" next baby coming
such great new adventure
a new way of summing
as she learned to put
olives on...
#children
#motherhood
#family
358 reads
7 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 1:13pm
16th Mar 2020 1:13pm
IT STILL GETS DONE
I would like for this to be my heart and soul tribute to the mother's out here who have beaten, all the odds from out of lifes many trials and tribulations that came across their paths, along with the hurt and pain and suffering with the agony of being betrayal with distrust along with the dishonesty and disloyalty of there heart. For I know there are some days, when you just dont wanna rise up from that bed and deal with the daily grinds of keeping it all together, but yet still you rise to face life head on for duty calls for you to be the strong one as it still gets done as you are the...
#motherhood
#motivational
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
562 reads
8 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
1st Mar 2020 8:51pm
1st Mar 2020 8:51pm
The Piano Lesson
arriving early for pick-up
a rare moment
not normally allowed;
pudgy hands
with still-dimpled knuckles
struggling to find the cadence
his instructor insists upon
eager to please, fully engaged
he cautiously begins
smoothly please, little one
she admonishes gently,
we don’t chop the keys
into fragments;
we find the connection,
feel the flow of vibration
from this note to the next
beneath our palms;
he hesitates, brows furrowed
as...
a rare moment
not normally allowed;
pudgy hands
with still-dimpled knuckles
struggling to find the cadence
his instructor insists upon
eager to please, fully engaged
he cautiously begins
smoothly please, little one
she admonishes gently,
we don’t chop the keys
into fragments;
we find the connection,
feel the flow of vibration
from this note to the next
beneath our palms;
he hesitates, brows furrowed
as...
#motherhood
#music
#learning
340 reads
14 Comments
Scriptures_raw
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 4:52pm
20th Feb 2020 4:52pm
Defining you
Floyd Martin
Defining you
I never met a woman like you… it's as if the Creator while creating a beauty strength and love of a mother ran out of something and pulled something unique from himself and said you should be the Apex of mothers and placed Grand in front of your title mother… lady j u you must be made of a substance called Always cuz I swear by the grace of the most high you have been there always… no matter the weather no matter the time day situation with me being at fault, you I would find lovingly at my side… your actions designed the definition of strength, you...
Defining you
I never met a woman like you… it's as if the Creator while creating a beauty strength and love of a mother ran out of something and pulled something unique from himself and said you should be the Apex of mothers and placed Grand in front of your title mother… lady j u you must be made of a substance called Always cuz I swear by the grace of the most high you have been there always… no matter the weather no matter the time day situation with me being at fault, you I would find lovingly at my side… your actions designed the definition of strength, you...
#mother
#parent
#motherhood
#memories
#responsibility
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 5:19pm
25th Jan 2020 5:19pm
Unexpectedly Unfamiliar
the moon is being stubborn,
refusing to give way
to the rising sun;
she fell asleep on the couch
and it’s a long, cold walk
back to her room;
the sleek new coffee maker
grumbles a sweet good morning
as I sleepily stumble by,
its cycle, comfortably mundane;
dark and warm,
like fresh flannel sheets
and heavy down comforters
pulled tightly up to chins
while the frost creeps
along doors and windows,
searching for bare skin
to land icy kisses upon
the heavy aroma teases...
refusing to give way
to the rising sun;
she fell asleep on the couch
and it’s a long, cold walk
back to her room;
the sleek new coffee maker
grumbles a sweet good morning
as I sleepily stumble by,
its cycle, comfortably mundane;
dark and warm,
like fresh flannel sheets
and heavy down comforters
pulled tightly up to chins
while the frost creeps
along doors and windows,
searching for bare skin
to land icy kisses upon
the heavy aroma teases...
#motherhood
335 reads
5 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
20th Dec 2019 10:47pm
20th Dec 2019 10:47pm
Songbird - Drowning in Ideas and LOVING IT!
How many songs did you say she wrote, again?"
I couldn't believe the answer. Never mind how many hundreds.... the number has grown! And she keeps teaching other singers how she does it, giving them a cowritten song at the end.
She is a closed book. Don't expect me to say much, yet still I could cram full a little book quickly.
Mind you this; for a girl I used to call Chrysalis.... she has taken flight, and unlike silent, flying art, this bright wonder sings a limitless amount of beautiful originals.
Her father is the Diplo to her...
I couldn't believe the answer. Never mind how many hundreds.... the number has grown! And she keeps teaching other singers how she does it, giving them a cowritten song at the end.
She is a closed book. Don't expect me to say much, yet still I could cram full a little book quickly.
Mind you this; for a girl I used to call Chrysalis.... she has taken flight, and unlike silent, flying art, this bright wonder sings a limitless amount of beautiful originals.
Her father is the Diplo to her...
#motherhood
#music
#daughter
410 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Motherhood
