Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 1:24pm
2nd Jun 2024 1:24pm
Breastfeeding
I feel something indescribable while feeding Ava. In all my pregnancy preparations, no one conveyed the true magic of this experience. Holding her, feeling her latch on is pure rapture. Her tiny fingers around mine, her eyes fluttering closed as she drank, make time stand still.
Breastfeeding is more than a task; it's an instinctual bond. In those moments, we’re connected in a way that feels ancient and primal. The look in her eyes, so trusting and dependent, awakens something deep within me.
Motherhood is so much more than I expected. Yes, there are the worries about...
Breastfeeding is more than a task; it's an instinctual bond. In those moments, we’re connected in a way that feels ancient and primal. The look in her eyes, so trusting and dependent, awakens something deep within me.
Motherhood is so much more than I expected. Yes, there are the worries about...
#love
#motherhood
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Nixprty
Poem Published
20th May 2024 5:35pm
20th May 2024 5:35pm
Ask Mother
Ask Mother;
Can we bask in the rolling meadows,
swim in the sea of blue skies?
Only until dark.
Ask Mother.
Can we dance to the symphony of sounds just out past the trees,
singing its sweet promise of tomorrow.
Only for a moment.
Ask Mother.
We found her sitting beside the stream,
she weeps at her own reflection.
'Can we go back inside?' We ask.
She responds in a voice so faint,
It's like she didn't want us to hear;
'Ask Mother.'
Can we bask in the rolling meadows,
swim in the sea of blue skies?
Only until dark.
Ask Mother.
Can we dance to the symphony of sounds just out past the trees,
singing its sweet promise of tomorrow.
Only for a moment.
Ask Mother.
We found her sitting beside the stream,
she weeps at her own reflection.
'Can we go back inside?' We ask.
She responds in a voice so faint,
It's like she didn't want us to hear;
'Ask Mother.'
#motherhood
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mike_will
Mike Will
Mike Will
Poem Published
12th May 2024 11:38am
12th May 2024 11:38am
Mother's Day
What happens when your heart skips a beat?
You loose your breath...
You are breathing in quick deep breaths...
Almost hyperventilating....
It comes to you in a flash
You remember the good times
The boat rides in Uhuru Park, the pedaling..
The trips to the pwani beaches
All courtesy of Mother dearest
Yet lingers the pain of times lived in the slums
Times of being thrown out of rented homes
Of landlords big padlocks on the door
Or using blacksmiths to weld and shut entry
Yet sometimes had to innovate and use neighbor's doors to...
You loose your breath...
You are breathing in quick deep breaths...
Almost hyperventilating....
It comes to you in a flash
You remember the good times
The boat rides in Uhuru Park, the pedaling..
The trips to the pwani beaches
All courtesy of Mother dearest
Yet lingers the pain of times lived in the slums
Times of being thrown out of rented homes
Of landlords big padlocks on the door
Or using blacksmiths to weld and shut entry
Yet sometimes had to innovate and use neighbor's doors to...
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th May 2024 1:47pm
9th May 2024 1:47pm
Note to Friends and a Poem by Mother
Note to friends and a poem by my mother -
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#sacrifice
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Zenisith
Zweig
Zweig
Poem Published
7th May 2024 5:45pm
7th May 2024 5:45pm
Mortem Immaturus in Maio: A Scene of Putrescence, Grief, and Rain
The grime-coated walls of a cement-made bodega house a family of two; her mother cries out beside her, howling, a grief-stricken tune—it is a dog-eat-dog world after all. Four walls echo silence and few.
The buzz of an old lightbulb— swarmed by a myriad of flying termites, the quiet whine of my panicked and labored breath, the heaving and puffing of a mother dog.
The skies cry out above us: its tears soaking the unclipped growth—that surrounds concrete foundations. A reek astir, odor of: wet loam, mold, fungi, and wood encapsulates us in a bubble, suffocating, with a...
The buzz of an old lightbulb— swarmed by a myriad of flying termites, the quiet whine of my panicked and labored breath, the heaving and puffing of a mother dog.
The skies cry out above us: its tears soaking the unclipped growth—that surrounds concrete foundations. A reek astir, odor of: wet loam, mold, fungi, and wood encapsulates us in a bubble, suffocating, with a...
#animals
#dogs
#motherhood
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th May 2024 8:56am
6th May 2024 8:56am
blood and nothingness
My uterus is on its way out
I bleed too heavy
throw up from the pain
can't stand up straight
without painkillers
that barely numb
the all encompassing agony
that some months
makes me want to commit
self-surgery
just so I don't have to feel this way
We've been trying
for a baby for a few months now
and every month the blood comes
to say no, you didn't get
what you wanted this time
I've carried two children
beautiful accidents
and one miscarriage
that left me more broken ...
I bleed too heavy
throw up from the pain
can't stand up straight
without painkillers
that barely numb
the all encompassing agony
that some months
makes me want to commit
self-surgery
just so I don't have to feel this way
We've been trying
for a baby for a few months now
and every month the blood comes
to say no, you didn't get
what you wanted this time
I've carried two children
beautiful accidents
and one miscarriage
that left me more broken ...
#children
#illness
#motherhood
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MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th May 2024 4:53pm
5th May 2024 4:53pm
The Lord's Gonna Call Him Home
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
#daughter
#family
#motherhood
247 reads
5 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 10:13pm
29th Apr 2024 10:13pm
Silent Children
Once upon a time
in a womb, far, far away
there lived a child
You were that child
silent and dreaming
in the waters
of ancestral memory
Sound reached your ears
though you never could reply
Prayers were offered for you
though you never knew
and tears were shed
that could never dry
Nations anticipated you
prophets shouted from the hills
Empires warred against your kin
While poets shed ink spills
Though you may have forgotten
while dwelling on your scars
...
in a womb, far, far away
there lived a child
You were that child
silent and dreaming
in the waters
of ancestral memory
Sound reached your ears
though you never could reply
Prayers were offered for you
though you never knew
and tears were shed
that could never dry
Nations anticipated you
prophets shouted from the hills
Empires warred against your kin
While poets shed ink spills
Though you may have forgotten
while dwelling on your scars
...
#children
#fatherhood
#motherhood
185 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
27th Apr 2024 3:21pm
27th Apr 2024 3:21pm
Mother's Death
Journal entry: April 27, 2024
In early May, it will have been one year since my mother’s death. It feels like yesterday. Or an eternity.
Mom's last years were consumed by her lust for men and eventually drugs. She seemed to be trying to fill an emptiness. Her desires sometimes drowned out everything else. But still, she cared for me. Now, with her gone, there's no chance for redemption. She can’t witness the next chapters of my life.
Death claimed her completely. There is no lingering spirit, no afterlife where she might find solace or...
In early May, it will have been one year since my mother’s death. It feels like yesterday. Or an eternity.
Mom's last years were consumed by her lust for men and eventually drugs. She seemed to be trying to fill an emptiness. Her desires sometimes drowned out everything else. But still, she cared for me. Now, with her gone, there's no chance for redemption. She can’t witness the next chapters of my life.
Death claimed her completely. There is no lingering spirit, no afterlife where she might find solace or...
#death
#motherhood
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 1:17pm
26th Apr 2024 1:17pm
Chapter 15 Back to Normal?
Chapter 15
Brittney woke up with a word buzzing in her head. Denouement? She remembered it from her reading and that it meant the climax to a sequence of events in a story. The point where significant decisions are made.
That’s where I am, she thought. “Denouement,” she whispered.
“Denou-what?” Alex said in the groggy speech of someone just returning to consciousness.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of words from my reading lately.”
“You read too much,” Alex said.
Brittney smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“So, it’s back to...
Brittney woke up with a word buzzing in her head. Denouement? She remembered it from her reading and that it meant the climax to a sequence of events in a story. The point where significant decisions are made.
That’s where I am, she thought. “Denouement,” she whispered.
“Denou-what?” Alex said in the groggy speech of someone just returning to consciousness.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of words from my reading lately.”
“You read too much,” Alex said.
Brittney smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“So, it’s back to...
#family
#lust
#motherhood
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 8:58pm
23rd Apr 2024 8:58pm
Mommy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
#anxiety
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#son
114 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 2:58am
19th Apr 2024 2:58am
april songs: journey of life 6
april song 06—concupiscent
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.
for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.
antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,...
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.
for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.
antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,...
#birth
#motherhood
#NaPoWriMo2024
#redemption
#sacrifice
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