crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 4:43pm
20th Feb 2024 4:43pm
Regret
affliction dear please afford me this confession
assorted pain dances in my mind tormenting me
the ghosts of my children's childhoods
I see their baby faces
not enough food to sustain their grumbling bellies
they still visit me in my resting state
I see their young faces knowing I failed them
they haunt my existence I see threads wait more like nooses
troubling the present trying to hang them
none of my grown children want anything to do with each other
too many bad memories
still basically living in poverty ...
assorted pain dances in my mind tormenting me
the ghosts of my children's childhoods
I see their baby faces
not enough food to sustain their grumbling bellies
they still visit me in my resting state
I see their young faces knowing I failed them
they haunt my existence I see threads wait more like nooses
troubling the present trying to hang them
none of my grown children want anything to do with each other
too many bad memories
still basically living in poverty ...
#love
#children
#memories #motherhood
#memories #motherhood
209 reads
12 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
1225 reads
44 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 1:46am
4th Feb 2025 1:46am
There will be challenges
Have you ever wondered is it possible to be able to separate thyself, from the negativity and drama with it's deepness of inner vibes. Filled with hurt and pure confusion and drama and madness, that will have you going completely insane. 😮💨 For sure it's necessary to be able to share, our thoughts and insight and bring, honest and truth into the realness of a true relationship. AS it is with a strong commitment and real consistency. To do what you say you came into my life to do, and be able to prove that to me, as man to woman as I prove myself to you, as woman to man....
#aging
#death
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
29th Dec 2018 9:26am
the apparatus bird
sinecure alliance, a
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
diabolic formation
stagnated shaky fronts
more or full of hunched backs
clattering with poached skulls
inner agora peeling midnight rigours
in a gyrating udukkai- a rudrathaandav
haunted poramboke’s unblinking scarecrows
in vigilante-veiled soggy landmine fixations
laze in the pitched pigmented night fabrics
in a blackened festering ooze, a self-deluge
embattling the quirky decembrist cumberlands ...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#night
#dark
732 reads
10 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
85 reads
1 Comment
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 6:25am
29th Feb 2024 6:25am
AFTER CEREMONY
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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2 Comments
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
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2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 3:53pm
8th Mar 2024 3:53pm
value of intentions
I don't know whether to feel proud of myself
...or ashamed
I worked so hard all those years
masking to hide my pain
protecting her from the knowledge
so perfectly she never suspected
and now that it's come to the surface
she's asking me tough questions
and I can see the hurt in her eyes
that I suffered & kept it so quiet
but it was imperative to me she live her life unaffected
as normal as could be expected
never thinking how moods & occasional withdrawing might affect her
it was just the 2 of us for so much of her...
...or ashamed
I worked so hard all those years
masking to hide my pain
protecting her from the knowledge
so perfectly she never suspected
and now that it's come to the surface
she's asking me tough questions
and I can see the hurt in her eyes
that I suffered & kept it so quiet
but it was imperative to me she live her life unaffected
as normal as could be expected
never thinking how moods & occasional withdrawing might affect her
it was just the 2 of us for so much of her...
#motherhood
#confessional
#daughter #SelfWorth
#daughter #SelfWorth
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2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Jun 2023 1:29pm
30th Jun 2023 1:29pm
Lines...from long ago
I fancied the thing with which we begat
those two fine lads we held so dear.
Yet, written as vulgar, is your lovely twat.
But...the dictionary...is wrong...I fear.
This reputational status seems clear,
and thus I think the topic needs more chat.
Yes! l well concluded, with much thought, and beer...
that I will always fancy the thing with which you begat
those many, many months of looking fat...
and you endured the condition with good cheer.
Then, in your rocking chair, with you, they sat...
those two fine...
those two fine lads we held so dear.
Yet, written as vulgar, is your lovely twat.
But...the dictionary...is wrong...I fear.
This reputational status seems clear,
and thus I think the topic needs more chat.
Yes! l well concluded, with much thought, and beer...
that I will always fancy the thing with which you begat
those many, many months of looking fat...
and you endured the condition with good cheer.
Then, in your rocking chair, with you, they sat...
those two fine...
#children
#motherhood
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4 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
459 reads
2 Comments
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
218 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
Dear Mrs. Tepper
Dear Mrs. Tepper,
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
#grief
#motherhood
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
538 reads
8 Comments
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