Poems About Motherhood by Top Critiquers
#motherhood
Poems about motherhood by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
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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
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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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AFTER CEREMONY
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
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I JUST WANT YOU TO THINK
It's me again the story teller of unspoken WORDS ✍️. For sure I just want you to know and think for thyself, 🤔 for what I want to know from you 🤔 do you know what you want and need, 🤔 or do you continue to just settle for what you don't want or need to sustain your own life. 🙏 For sure I see your thoughts process, turning in the deepness of your own SUBCONSCIOUSNESS OF YOUR MIND 🧠 LET'S dive deeper into the deepness of your own thoughts, and insight and feelings 😞 into the outer limits, of your own mind thoughts...
#BestFriend
#fatherhood
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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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
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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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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
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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
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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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My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
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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
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