Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 2:42pm
28th Aug 2024 2:42pm
Red Dress
Red dress
#birth
#death
#motherhood
371 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
189 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
456 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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0 Comments
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
95 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
123 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
330 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
251 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
294 reads
4 Comments
UnleashedHeathen
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
Mother
Becoming a mother saves me
I love my mother more
for the sacrifices she made
and the neglect she endured
I’m happy to be at the giving end
my children have a mother
and grandmother
with broken chains, healing scars
I’ve longed for the days
of giving back the kind of love
I never fully felt
I love my mother more
for the sacrifices she made
and the neglect she endured
I’m happy to be at the giving end
my children have a mother
and grandmother
with broken chains, healing scars
I’ve longed for the days
of giving back the kind of love
I never fully felt
#daughter
#mother
#motherhood
84 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 5:20am
8th Jun 2024 5:20am
Mournfully, Mother
I wish I could remember your baby snuggles—
Every coo, every wiggle, every kiss.
Dissociation and my youthful foolishness
Stole away something I didn't think I'd miss.
I forgot to cherish those tiny feet
And the way your hand wrapped around my finger.
I didn't kiss the top of your head enough
While the newborn smell still lingered.
I'll never get those moments back,
And they haunt me in your little brother's eyes.
If I'd been less busy, less afraid, less sad...
Maybe I'd been woman enough to stay by your side.
...
Every coo, every wiggle, every kiss.
Dissociation and my youthful foolishness
Stole away something I didn't think I'd miss.
I forgot to cherish those tiny feet
And the way your hand wrapped around my finger.
I didn't kiss the top of your head enough
While the newborn smell still lingered.
I'll never get those moments back,
And they haunt me in your little brother's eyes.
If I'd been less busy, less afraid, less sad...
Maybe I'd been woman enough to stay by your side.
...
#children
#family
#memories
#motherhood
#regret
135 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 7:48am
7th Jun 2024 7:48am
The Mothering Tribe
I learnt that when you don't have a Mother,
others will come to carry the load -
or so it was for me,
first my Great-Grandmother,
the wisdom of which I was gifted
until lymphoma took her at seventeen.
I'd got back from backpacking - au pairing,
exploring German and Luxembourgish bookshops,
European coffee and mussels and trains.
She went cold under my hand.
Her eyes froze on my tongue.
Secondly, with my Grandmother -
took me in after an incident with a car and a pavement, and her hands
on the wheel.
I was on foot. ...
others will come to carry the load -
or so it was for me,
first my Great-Grandmother,
the wisdom of which I was gifted
until lymphoma took her at seventeen.
I'd got back from backpacking - au pairing,
exploring German and Luxembourgish bookshops,
European coffee and mussels and trains.
She went cold under my hand.
Her eyes froze on my tongue.
Secondly, with my Grandmother -
took me in after an incident with a car and a pavement, and her hands
on the wheel.
I was on foot. ...
#gratitude
#home
#motherhood
120 reads
2 Comments
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