#mother poems on Hello Poetry

Bekah Halle Jan 2024

Little girl, big brimmed hat,
alone, with suitcases, travelling to boarding school she sat.
Wanting to be embraced by loving arms,
reassuring tones, peaceful pungent breaths, she calms,
but, the war loomed outside,
and onwards she tried.
The constant Chameleon: hairdresser, interiors, reporter and healer,
now, the season of inner healing to transform into a counsellor.
But, it’s the true counsel she heeds,
to transform from the wounds that bleed.
May she hear from You, Emmanuel; the One who truly heals.
May You lovingly embrace and hold all she feels.
May the little girl grow up into the woman You imagined,
And may she bloom into a lush garden with seeds You've planted.

I see them blooming in you more and more, Mum! Happy Mother's Day to you **

#seeds #transformation #garden #growth #healing #mother

Dakota Sep 12

F*ck you, Cancer

F*ck you,
Cancer,

for taking away
the possibility

of the mother
I will never

ever get to
have now.

-7/13/2022.

#cancer #mother #grief

Alyosha Sep 10

Motherly love

Your touch disgusts me.

As your gentle hand runs over the raised skin on mine, it reminds me of the poison you call love.

Every rustle could disturb you, every thing out of place in a placeless home could set you of, every success was a failure and every mistake a disaster;

your eyes lost their luster, your face turned sour and your sweet voice would turn into a nightmarish howl.

Your teeth would grind as you raised your palm and before each blow drops of your poison would echo through the walls.

As my little body was contaminated with the colors of your love, my mind became a product of the poison you spat.

Love became violence and I became a work of art as your poison spread through my mind.

I replaced your blues with my reds and whites in the name of self-love.

Mirrors became daunting when the only reflection I could see was the one your eyes projected, the reflection of yet another misplaced thing of your dollhouse fantasy; yet another failure, yet another disastrous creation.

As you became the last prisoner of the shackles of your poison, your carefully constructed fantasy began to crumble and crack.

As you watched the walls fall, the strange silence indicated that you were now alone in the ruins of an empty nest, longing for our presence, our imperfection, our brokenness, our noise.

Your touch disgusts me.

#mother #abuse #disfunctionalhome #home #nohatelikeachristianlove

Hebert Logerie Sep 5

Les Pleurs Ou Les Larmes D’Une Mère

Il était très ****, dehors était noir
Comme un maudit soir
Qui allait porter: angoisse et tristesse
Pour une mère soudainement tombée en détresse
Les escadrons de l’obscurité viennent d’exécuter
Son enfant de vingt et une années
Il avait prétendument un couteau en main
Et l’innocence d’un jeune matin
Fatal dans sa pensée. La technologie
Peut, par hasard, améliorer ou détruire la vie
Plusieurs cartouches tirées, le jeune homme est tombé
Criblé de balles réservées pour des condamnés
Les assassins nocturnes ont abattu une autre victime
Ce qui est pire, c’est qu’ils ne vont pas payer pour cet horrible crime
C’est abominable, le noir est souvent injustement ciblé
Le racisme est un cancer qu’on doit éradiquer
La mère est inconsolable
Ses douleurs implacables
Ses larmes intarissables
Et ses peines incommensurables
C’est triste et amer, la mère va enterrer son enfant
C’est drôle, affreux, criminel et méchant
Les malhonnêtes « foliciers » sans remords
Viennent de causer un autre mort
Ils ne connaissent pas les souffrances
Endurées par une mère pour donner naissance
A un bébé en bonne et parfaite santé
Quelle tristesse! Quelle calamité!
C’est une autre tranchée forcée
C’est vraiment déchiré un cœur jadis farci de fierté
Voir une mère pleurer dans une telle condition
Est écœurante pour toute la famille
Et les amis
Qui brûlent dans un enfer imbibé de pénibles émotions
L’ignorance et l’immaturité sont deux plaies
Qui jamais ne sèment ni l’amour, ni la paix
Les pleurs de la mère sont intarissables
Ses douleurs inimaginables
Ses peines incontrôlables
Et la mère inconsolable.

Copyright© March 2011, Hebert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hebert Logerie est l’auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.

#mother #maternal #love #death #pain #tears #peace #innocence #hurt #sadness

Laokos Sep 5

splitting open

Would that I wave my hand
and gift the blooming of
spring flowers to you.
Or pray at the altar of winter’s slow fire
to melt away this frozen heart.
But a flurry of whiteout feelings
blind me from such a pompous display
of naive romanticism.
Yet love is blind and love blinds.
Love binds and love breaks.
If you’ve lost the trail, you are the trail.
No one said this journey would be easy.
Actually, I don’t remember anyone telling me anything about this journey.
Rubber wood for legs and pursed lips
at the sound of a secret
taunting my ensemble soul from the wings.
Space enough to relay a message.
Distance enough to lose it.
The gathering at this point is a drift of tumbleweeds and the only thing
to read on the signs is rust.
So I reach down and grab a handful of dirt,
put it in my mouth, and whistle dixie
past this graveyard of doubt.
Just in time to see the last elephant
becoming the horizon
and the sun setting through the fog of memory.
That star burns in our mother tonight,
the mystery growing in the womb
of tomorrow.
“Come,” she says,
“the dawn breaks…for you.”

#splitting #open #blind #break #journey #secret #mother #mystery #womb #dawn

ProfMoonCake Sep 4

There it Goes

There it goes.
I tried—
thrice—
to catch it.

Slipped past me
like that summer
in the rain.

Wasted.
Desolate.
Alone.

It went away in tears.
They stream
down my dusky face,
slide
down the neck
where my shame hides.

You see,
Mother—
I am not blind.
I see it too:
a mirror to my being,
held up
in nails.

It’s vile.
It moves on its own.

And yes—
I hate me
just as much
as you do.

#tears #fights #mother #mirror #shame

W St Dymphna Aug 30

Mother

My mother doesn’t hug me                                                                                             but I feel her arms around me when she quietly hands me my favourite chocolate bar
My mother doesn’t kiss me                                                                                             but I feel her lips on my forehead when she takes care of my injuries
My mother doesn’t tell me she loves me                                                                           but I read it in every “I'm home” text
My mother doesn’t ask me much                                                                                      but she notices everything
My mother may seem cold to many                                                                            because her warmth is reserved for me alone

#mother #family #love

Shofi Ahmed Aug 29

Can We Fairly Blame Eve?

Nature puts kindest proteins
In the spices in the greens
Mum cooks them wholesome
Only her has the long hand
Can pick it from the land
A mother that never eats
Before her man before her kids!

Can we fairly blame
the Mother Eve then?
What she did in Heaven
Given her motherly instinct to feed?

#eve #blame #heaven #eden #mother

Marwan Baytie Aug 29

Milk Sweet Wine

First sip, warm sunshine.
Drawn from love, a tender breast,
A sleepy, peaceful, infant rest.

Milk sweet wine,
Years blurred, a fading line.
Old age now, a hazy gaze,
Lost in a forgotten daze.

Milk sweet wine,
Life's journey, intertwine.
Still drinking deep, though senses sleep,
A final toast, secrets to keep.

#mother #wine