#poems on motherhood

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

The rain is a broken piano,

playing the same note over and over.

My five-year-old said that.

Already she knows loving the world

means loving the wobbles

you can't shim, the creaks you can't

oil silent—the jerry-rigged parts,

MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum.

Let me love the cold rain's plinking.

Let me love the world the way I love

my young son, not only when

he cups my face in his sticky hands,

but when, roughhousing,

he accidentally splits my lip.

Let me love the world like a mother.

Let me be tender when it lets me down.

Let me listen to the rain's one note

and hear a beginner's song.

Maggie Smith ~ Rain, New Year’s Eve

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[momcave]

Poem of the day | Being Present For The Little Moments

Poem of the day | Being Present For The Little Moments

For the past 12 years, Sam has been writing short poems every day about the joys and challenges of motherhood. Her words capture the beauty, complexity, and unconditional love that come with raising a family. Through her writing, Sam hopes to connect with other mothers and share her experiences with the world. Whether she is celebrating her children’s milestones or reflecting on the struggles of…

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#blabbermom #Christmas #growing pain #poem #poem for mother and son #poem mother birthday #poems about motherhood #poems mother to kids #poems mother to son #poems mothers death #poems on motherhood #poetry #poetry mother death

[metamorphesque]

— Athena Farrokhzad, "My Mother Said"

#athena farrokhzad #quotes #literature #poetry #poems #motherhood #girlhood

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’

[text id: my mother is an artist too. somehow, somewhere along the way, i forgot that we artists have some creations that we don’t like. the realization came late, almost like everything else in my life.]

#fatima aamer bilal #i mother it the absence of her #ii. i was hard to bear from the very start #poetry #literature #poeticstories #motherhood #parent issues #yearning #longing #book quotations #book quotes #writing #words words words #poetic #prose #poem #taylor swift #franz kafka #sylvia plath #lana del rey #art #bts #dark poetry #dark academia #girlhood #typography #mahmoud darwish #mitski #pheobe bridgers

[vulnerableagendaofdeath]

"When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?"

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

#ocean vuong #on earth we're briefly gorgeous #dark acadamia quotes #dark academia #dark academism #literature quotes #light acamedia #poetry #modern literature #literature #mother #motherhood #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark acamedia #poem #writing #writers and poets #writerscreed #spilled writing #spilled poetry #dead poet society #memes #poetic

[ionlyeatcomfortfood]

My Mother and I, Both Disappoinments

Mother, @maiabaia // my writing, photo unknown // A Hopeless Dawn, Frank Bramley // Class of 2013, Mitski // Mutter und Kind, Robert Noir// @inkskinned // BLACKSMITH, Zeena Abbas // unknown // Shameless // On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong

#web weaving #web weave #motherhood #poetry #prose #painting #on mothers #poems #lyrics #mitski #sad #art #compliation #quotes #words #writing #original writing #angst #mother

[happyheidi]

Children and Mothers

" Children and Mothers never truly part - Bound in the beating of each other's heart." - Charlotte Gray

Here are a couple of photos of Albino whitetail deer Baby Blue Eyes as she walks up and greets her mother Suzy on the deer trail. You can see the love and affection in her eyes that she has for her mother.

By Michael

#this is so sweet! #love the little poem he added #albino whitetail deer #cottagecore #nature #naturecore #deer #animals #forest #forestcore #photography #winter aesthetic #albino deer #motherhood #rare animals #snow aesthetic #whitetail deer #poems #charlotte gray #cute #wildlife #winter

[just-4-thought]

It hurts to put weight on my left leg

Because when we were falling

I chose to save you instead of myself

And the choice

Not consciously made

Is one I'd make again

And again

And again

#writerscreed #poetry #poeticstories #poetryportal #poem #savage words #smittenbypoetry #motherhood #birdsong

[girlfictions]

Hayan Charara, from Mother and Daughter

#i urge you all to read this poem in its entirety and also all of his other work its just breathtaking #one of the most evocative poets ive read in a long while #poetry #typography #words #quotes #on motherhood #on daughters #on girlhood #hayan charara

[serratedpens]

Katie Schmid, “The Boatman”

#whole poems #death #motherhood #mothers #divinity #all the tags

[april-is]

April 17, 2024: You Belong to the World, Carrie Fountain

You Belong to the World Carrie Fountain

as do your children, as does your husband. It’s strange even now to understand that you are a mother and a wife, that these gifts were given to you and that you received them, fond as you’ve always been of declining invitations. You belong to the world. The hands that put a peach tree into the earth exactly where the last one died in the freeze belong to the world and will someday feed it again, differently, your body will become food again for something, just as it did so humorously when you became a mother, hungry beings clamoring at your breast, born as they’d been with the bodily passion for survival that is our kind’s one common feature. You belong to the world, animal. Deal with it. Even as the great abstractions come to take you away, the regrets, the distractions, you can at any second come back to the world to which you belong, the world you never left, won’t ever leave, cells forever, forever going through their changes, as they have been since you were less than anything, simple information born inside your own mother’s newborn body, itself made from the stuff your grandmother carried within hers when at twelve she packed her belongings and left the Scottish island she’d known—all she’d ever known—on a ship bound for Ellis Island, carrying within her your mother, you, the great human future that dwells now inside the bodies of your children, the young, who, like you, belong to the world.

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Also by Carrie Fountain: Will You?

More like this: -> The World Has Need of You, Ellen Bass -> Why I’m Here, Jacqueline Berger -> from Burial, Ross Gay -> Poem to My Child, If Ever You Shall Be, Ross Gay

Today in:

2023: Mammogram Call Back with Ultra Sound, Ellen Bass 2022: Catastrophe Is Next to Godliness, Franny Choi 2021: Weather, Claudia Rankine 2020: The Understudy, Bridget Lowe 2019: Against Dying, Kaveh Akbar 2018: Close Out Sale, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz 2017: Things That Have Changed Since You Died, Laura Kasischke 2016: Percy, Waiting for Ricky, Mary Oliver 2015: My Heart, Kim Addonizio 2014: My Skeleton, Jane Hirshfield 2013: Catch a Body, Oliver Bendorf 2012: No, Mark Doty 2011: from Narrative: Ali, Elizabeth Alexander 2010: Baseball Canto, Lawrence Ferlinghetti 2009: Nothing but winter in my cup, Alice George 2008: Poppies in October, Sylvia Plath 2007: I Imagine The Gods, Jack Gilbert 2006: An Offer Received In This Morning’s Mail, Amy Gerstler 2005: The Last Poem In The World, Hayden Carruth

#how strange it is to be anything at all #motherhood #breastfeeding #poetry #poem #carrie fountain

[thephysicsofmiracles]

When we incarnate, there are two stages of life ahead of us. During the first, rarely are we aware that we are designed with the capacity to create our own reality. And we bring with us all the consciousness of our previous lives and ancestral intergenerational karma, which we have volunteered prior to incarnation to live through and alchemise emotionally (endure karma and let ourselves be changed by the suffering). The second stage isn't a given, though, and comes about usually as adults when we become more intimately aware of the lives of those around us and notice the discrepancies in the efforts of others as compared with ours to gain happiness and success. 'Luck' seems to follow certain people, and we wonder and observe how they tackle similar circumstances we mutually experience. Because deep down, we innately know that things are supposed to work out and our dreams are meant to be lived. But since generations before us have settled on mediocrity time and time again, we are afraid to trust that it is meant to happen for everyone, not just "some people". That's where a relationship with Self becomes the most paramount acquisition of a human life. Because when we endeavour to establish communication with our Higher Self in a regular grounded way, through meditation and other various practices that bring on altered states of consciousness that re-thread our heart's consciousness into our internal dialogue, it becomes very clear right away, how loving, kind-natured and benevolent our Godforce Self is toward us, continually and constantly. Never accusatory and always deeply desirous of our comfort and intrinsic peace. Like the way you want to soothe a newborn in your arms when they are swaddled and sleeping. You see, the suffering we endure prior to learning how to control our reality is not wanted or insisted on by some higher force. It is simply part of our consciousness when we arrive, and our higher selves protect our hearts so that we stay loving on the other side of the experience. Some of us do not retain connection to our Soul or soul-union post-trauma and this is deeply unfortunate. Because the health of all our relationships with others in our respective futures depends on the ability to connect to our Soul, post our voluntary generational cycle-break experiences. This is where sound, frequency and light play such a huge role in the process of human evolution. What might take an entire lifetime or several to heal through, possessing only an average capacity to process experiences within the confines of 3-dimensional perception, can happen within a week, a day or even a few hours when we are exposed to the formulas within nature, music and deep states of openess that come with meditation, fasting and silence. The frequencies emitted within each of these environments cause the brain to operate at another level of consciousness that gives more control over to the Higher Self, which knows exactly what needs re-tuning within the heart to return to an unconditional love perspective on any troubling or afflicting beliefs held within the biofield pertaining to a particular trauma. Like re-tuning a piano, it's never not worth it. The design of life may be simple, but the design of a human being is not. You would never overlook tuning a grand piano so that it would again play perfectly. And yet, the human design is far more sophisticated, complex and valuable. ~ Chantal Eva

#boy mama #motherhood #children are the future #nature #poetry #aesthetic #beautiful #feels #inspiration #law of attraction #epic #love #inspo #poet #positive #prose #poem #lit #explore

[metamorphesque]

musings on motherhood

Kyung-Sook Shin ("Please Look After Mom"), Nguyen Thanh Binh, Ocean Vuong ("Headfirst"), Ritika Jyala (excerpt from "The Flesh I Burned"), Gustav Klimt "Mother and Child" (detail from The Three Ages of Woman), Sue Zhao ("My mother texts me instructions to cook silken tofu")

buy me a coffee

#web weavings #musings on motherhood #parallels #art parallels #kyung-sook shin #please look after mom #Nguyen Thanh Binh #ocean vuong #poetry #quotes #literature #ritika jyala #gustav klimt #art #paintings #mother #sue zhao #poems #web weaving

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from i mother it, the absence of her.

[text id: the hatred for the word mother is so sweet. / you can hate everything related to it. mother tongue, mother’s hometown, motherhood, everything. / but then you say mom, and you’re six years old again standing at the foot of her bed waiting for her to open the covers, let you in and ask you about your misery. / you know, before she became a part of it.]

#fatima aamer bilal #motherhood #daughterhood #girlhood #poetry #literature #poeticstories #book quotations #book quotes #words words words #writings #poem #dark poetry #dark academia #art #spilled poetry #yearning #longing #taylor swift #bts #franz kafka #sylvia plath #lana del rey #mahmoud darwish #jane austen #typograpgy #lit #books #aesthetic #literary

[mpicollaannpoetry]

you don't find your purpose. your purpose finds you. one day your whole world is torn apart. you’re left lost, scared and struggling. then you blink, and the next thing you know you’re a single mom in a car with a blue eyed little girl with locks of brown hair flowing in the wind making funny faces, laughing at absolutely nothing. pure joy. you dont know how exactly or when exactly it all shifted but you're still here. you’re still mothering. you’re still nurturing. you’re still making it work. you’re still raising a tiny person alone. your purpose doesnt always have to make sense. your purpose could just be raising a human. being a mother. being a daughter. being a friend. just being, here. just being, alive. sometimes our plans don’t go exactly as we planned, but we have to go through the unknown, the fear, the scarcity, and the lack to find what IS. to appreciate all that we have. so please open your heart back up to the possibility that life could still be beautiful, even as a single mother. maybe your purpose is just to be, just to love, just to create, just to survive. one day at a time. and that’s okay.

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[aphrodites-serenade]

A picture of my mother

I asked my grandmother how my mother looked when she was young

“She looked just like you,” she said as if she didn't think too hard about the question

But I refused to believe that such an angry and tired woman once looked like me

After rummaging in her room, she handed me a picture frame

It weighed in my hands, and the dust fell upon my jeans

I wished I could've reacted the way any girl my age would've

“Oh she looks pretty.”

“Oh she's so thin."

“Oh she did look like me!”

I couldn't bear to look at her any longer.

She was young, naturally, without those deep lines that run across her forehead and cheeks

She didn't carry a scowl as she usually does.

She made it seem as if she was smiling for you and only you

And she looked she free, with no worry weighing in her mind

My grandmother handed me another picture, and another, and another

I understood then, my mother should've never had children

I can't be sure she was ever happy with me around

I try so hard to have a civil conversation with her and yet we end up cursing each other

I take after my father, who can't choke out the words, “I love you”

The pictures shake in my hands “Grandma… Why did my mother marry?"

She smiled, sadly, without saying anything at all.

I knew better

"Daughters tend to make the same mistakes as their mothers..”

I long for that care free girl in the picture

I'd give up my own life to let my mother turn back from this path

She was so happy.. so so happy

I know I took this away from her and I know I can never give it back

She enters the room quietly, wearing that same damn scowl

I wish I could be anywhere but here with her

#literature #poem #poetry #thoughts #words #writeblr #my poerty #quotes #spilled ink #romantic poets #mother #theme: womanhood #mothers and daughters #daughterhood #bad mothers #parent issues #mother's rage #toxic mom #on mothers #motherhood #mommy issues