ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 00:46am
31st Aug 2024 00:46am
God's Nest egg
To place a hand on your mother's belly
is to speak to god,
your primordial pod,
where you first nodded off
and also
the spot you first got to
taste
chicken broth,
feel the warmth of wash cloths,
hear somebody talk,
feel breathing and coughs
It's where you learned to eavesdrop
in your mother's belly
and heard that
the world would be amazing
It's where you first harvested crops
raining down, in amazement
and reclined lazily
Where you sipped your first pop, ...
is to speak to god,
your primordial pod,
where you first nodded off
and also
the spot you first got to
taste
chicken broth,
feel the warmth of wash cloths,
hear somebody talk,
feel breathing and coughs
It's where you learned to eavesdrop
in your mother's belly
and heard that
the world would be amazing
It's where you first harvested crops
raining down, in amazement
and reclined lazily
Where you sipped your first pop, ...
#motherhood
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 7:35pm
30th Aug 2024 7:35pm
Rudy Found Clair's Halloween Costume
Rudy found Clair's Halloween costume.
Clair also wore it during Brazilian Carnival.
It fits better on Rudy.
Clair also wore it during Brazilian Carnival.
It fits better on Rudy.
#daughter
#Fanfiction
#fiction
#Halloween
#motherhood
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 12:39pm
30th Aug 2024 12:39pm
Journal Entry - Balancing the roles of mother and woman
The heaviness of my eyelids reminds me of the balance I must maintain. My exhaustion comes not just from the physical demands of motherhood but from the emotional tug-of-war between my roles as a mother and a woman with needs for affection.
Ava, my little bundle of joy, is everything to me. Each giggle, each cry, each moment spent rocking her to sleep is a gift. But as I tend to her needs, I think of the pleasure I felt the night before in the arms of a lover. When a man gives his all, I felt the surge of life, a reminder that beneath the spit-up stained shirts and dirty diapers,...
Ava, my little bundle of joy, is everything to me. Each giggle, each cry, each moment spent rocking her to sleep is a gift. But as I tend to her needs, I think of the pleasure I felt the night before in the arms of a lover. When a man gives his all, I felt the surge of life, a reminder that beneath the spit-up stained shirts and dirty diapers,...
#love
#motherhood
197 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 2:42pm
28th Aug 2024 2:42pm
Red Dress
Red dress
#birth
#death
#motherhood
336 reads
5 Comments
Oohloulala
Loulou
Loulou
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 10:46pm
7th Aug 2024 10:46pm
14
You have questions I don’t have the answers to.
I’ve as much of an idea on how to control our moods as I do on conjuring the sun at night.
And despite my best intentions and trying to help, I often can’t figure it out for myself, so here we are, two peas in a pod, not wanting to belong, but surviving.
I think it’s important you recognise this.
That problems this big can’t be fixed with a wish and a kiss.
The journey, transforming through adolescence from kid, is quite simply, life changing.
Remember when you were little and I said “these...
I’ve as much of an idea on how to control our moods as I do on conjuring the sun at night.
And despite my best intentions and trying to help, I often can’t figure it out for myself, so here we are, two peas in a pod, not wanting to belong, but surviving.
I think it’s important you recognise this.
That problems this big can’t be fixed with a wish and a kiss.
The journey, transforming through adolescence from kid, is quite simply, life changing.
Remember when you were little and I said “these...
#childhood
#motherhood
#teens
159 reads
5 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 00:24am
6th Aug 2024 00:24am
Within My Sight
They say eyes are the
windows of the soul
and for me it's fitting
since I have two
I've shared its
luminous spark
twice with my sons
Shared my breath
until they were
strong enough
to do it on their own
months later
in the middle of the night
Where the fear
was so bright I
couldn't open my eyes
until the first sound
of blood and cut
umbilical cords
And since then
they are always
Within My Sight
My oldest
so like his mother
the constant dreamer ...
windows of the soul
and for me it's fitting
since I have two
I've shared its
luminous spark
twice with my sons
Shared my breath
until they were
strong enough
to do it on their own
months later
in the middle of the night
Where the fear
was so bright I
couldn't open my eyes
until the first sound
of blood and cut
umbilical cords
And since then
they are always
Within My Sight
My oldest
so like his mother
the constant dreamer ...
#children
#motherhood
413 reads
22 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 10:26pm
28th Jul 2024 10:26pm
From the deepness
IT is necessary that you have a choice of what, direction you want your life to be. 🤔 TRULY if you are heading into the right direction. 🙏 For how many times have you try just trusting, your own personal thoughts and feelings, and insight only to find out. THAT you made the wrong decision. YET let's look at it, from a different perspective. 😑 For let's ask thyself the right simple questions, for don't start to play the blame mind games 🤔 Now is the best time ⌚ when you have to rethink, your own train of thoughts. 🤨 For let's just ask thyself and...
#aging
#fatherhood
#LookingForLove
#motherhood
#StreamOfConsciousness
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 7:29am
19th Jul 2024 7:29am
Cooking with My Daughter
I didn't want to say
how times have changed.
I knew you'd roll your eyes
at that.
But I was happy
just to bask in your presence
while you feverishly texted your fiance
and turned up the volume
on Gordon Ramsay.
I carefully washed each celery stalk,
trying to dice each piece
symmetrical to the other,
taking my time to stare
out the window
at wind ruffling the trees
while you laughed
and threw vegetables
into the pot with gusto,
saying how slow I was.
Though I...
how times have changed.
I knew you'd roll your eyes
at that.
But I was happy
just to bask in your presence
while you feverishly texted your fiance
and turned up the volume
on Gordon Ramsay.
I carefully washed each celery stalk,
trying to dice each piece
symmetrical to the other,
taking my time to stare
out the window
at wind ruffling the trees
while you laughed
and threw vegetables
into the pot with gusto,
saying how slow I was.
Though I...
#daughter
#love
#motherhood
90 reads
1 Comment
LillyValleyPoems
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 4:10am
17th Jul 2024 4:10am
Buckets of Red and Blue
Nestled between a beveled
Glass cake display
And a vase of
Seasonal flowers
Here lies my purple baby
An urn of dust
Temporary ashes
Of what’s left
You’re laying
A top a wearied
Rattan of decorative doors
In a house
Without your memories
My baby love,
Eyes greenish yellowy blue
The red of your blood
I’ve guessed
Mixed with the auburny of your hair
That’s what I didn’t see
Is what I’ll hate
The most
About you
Makes me think and feel...
Glass cake display
And a vase of
Seasonal flowers
Here lies my purple baby
An urn of dust
Temporary ashes
Of what’s left
You’re laying
A top a wearied
Rattan of decorative doors
In a house
Without your memories
My baby love,
Eyes greenish yellowy blue
The red of your blood
I’ve guessed
Mixed with the auburny of your hair
That’s what I didn’t see
Is what I’ll hate
The most
About you
Makes me think and feel...
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mother
#motherhood
119 reads
1 Comment
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 7:24am
9th Jul 2024 7:24am
Angel of My Tears
How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there’s nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life’s...
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there’s nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life’s...
#grief
#motherhood
#sadness
293 reads
14 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 7:19am
9th Jul 2024 7:19am
My Child Did Exist
I've lost a child, I hear myself say, And the person I'm talking to just turns away. Now, why did I tell them, I don't understand. It wasn't for sympathy or to get a helping hand.
I just want them to know I've lost something dear. I want them to know that my child was here. My child left something behind which no one can see. My child made just one person into a family.
So, if I've upset you, I'm sorry as can be. You'll have to forgive me, I could not resist. I just want you to know that my child did exist.
I just want them to know I've lost something dear. I want them to know that my child was here. My child left something behind which no one can see. My child made just one person into a family.
So, if I've upset you, I'm sorry as can be. You'll have to forgive me, I could not resist. I just want you to know that my child did exist.
#grief
#motherhood
#sadness
228 reads
5 Comments
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
279 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Motherhood
