#parent poems on Hello Poetry

cecelia Jan 2015

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
you taught me that
hatchlings aren't able to fly,
though they think they are.

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
you taught me that
in order to live
and to love,
part of me had to die.

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
you taught me that
i would never be
as beautiful or as perfect
as the dove.

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
you taught me that
i was worthless,
and if i wanted something,
i had to work for it.

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
you taught me that
you were protecting me
from the outside world.
i didn't realize i was suffering.

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
you taught me that
i couldn't trust anyone,
there were predators all around,
and when it rained, it poured.

my body is a nest
for robin's eggs.
i told myself that
it was time to fly.
oh, it hurt, but still,
your words were never as soft as the ground.

#suicide #depression #abuse #self-harm #bruises #damaged #parents #parent #triggering #gaslighting

i Dec 2014

a smoke

my dad started smoking again,
but that's okay,
now we can share a cigarette
as he tells me about life being hard
and i tell him about how nobody loves me,
but then he will throw the cigarette on the ground
and hug me so tight, i'll actually
believe his lies.

#love #lies #dad #nobody #smoke #hug #cigarette #believe #parent #tight

Musfiq us shaleheen Oct 2014

too tough

///

It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not

It is also not too tough to write some words
when you are a good poet or not

But it is too tough for a parent to grow up
their child as being a real man

As it is too tough for a poet to make
a meaningful poem with those words

Though either you are a very good parent
or a very good poet

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

too tough as being a real man or a poet and this the reality

#heartbreak #poem #poet #life #time #real #grow #tough #parent #sociology

Carmela Mel Patterson Oct 2014

She loved Elvis

My poor heart
flip flopped ...
thought I saw
my mother

a double-take
proved me wrong
but not before
color left my face

I felt faint, foolish,
she's been resting
in peace five years
I sighed relieved
then smiled
remembered ...

For a Contest - Prompt: My heart hiccupped as she walked on by!! - 40 words no more ...less is ok (40 Words)

© Carmela M. Patterson

#love #thoughts #parent

dev Oct 2014

Envy

when I see a child
walking hand-in-hand
with two parents

when I see seats
filled at a school concert
with two parents

when I see dinner
in front of my friend
with two parents

when I remember that
I am not as lucky as those
with two parents.

#sad #life #jealousy #envy #parent

cr Oct 2014

screaming ,,

i am terrified of the voice
of my father because it
sounds of unknown irony - how
the one who is called to
love is able to spin fear and
anxious hands and nervous thoughts
through words screamed
so loud the blood vessels in my
eyes break instead
of his.

how do i repair a relationship that was never healed in the first place

#depression #father #anxiety #screaming #blood #family #parent #arguments #yelling #dysfunction

Zaynub Oct 2014

mixed communication

the things that come out of my mouth
the things that go through my head
and the things that come from the ink of this pen
may not always or perhaps ever be the same

#sad #lonely #depressed #alone #lost #mom #suicidal #angry #homeless #parent

Andi Leigh Bradford Oct 2014

#4

The ice queen attempts to be more fact than fiction, but her eyes are covered in placenta. She can’t see through the burden of her mother’s expectations, the pompoms and Bible shoved down her throat at an early age.
The ice queen attempts to be more fact than fiction, but her eyeliner is smeared and so is the world. She’s always loved women, and hated herself enough to be with men. She’s always drowned out the protests of her own mind with liquor, finding refuge in the ability to ignore.
The ice queen attempts to be more fact than fiction. Is unsatisfied. Disgusted. Displeased. Dear Academy, for your consideration, would like a new self image.

#self #depression #mommy #mental #family #health #image #issues #parent

Carly Bunch Sep 2014

I want. I need.

I still don't believe the fact that you're gone.
I don't want to know that everyday that I wake up is another day without you.
That every time the moon rises and the sun sets you're not able to sit there with me and enjoy it.
That when it rains you're not there to play in it with me.
That when I hear yelling I don't have you to go to for comfort.
That when i am upset I don't have your shoulder to cry on.

I see those pictures of us and of you and of other people all smiling and happy and I can't help to be upset because I think of a time that was but never will be again.
I see the happiness in your eyes, I see the sun shining and there were no cloudy days.
I see everything being okay and it seems that was the only perfect time in this life and every other life, was when you were here.
Everybody was okay, even the people that didn't know you seemed to grow sadder and sadder once you were gone.
Nothing is the same anymore and nobody seems to understand why.
Death is a natural thing but it doesn't seem so natural when it comes to it happening to you.
You weren't supposed to go.
You were immortal.
You were a superhero, my superhero.
You saved me from the bad guys, the bad boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends.
From everybody.
But now you're gone, and I'm vulnerable.

I just want you back in this world, and not far away watching from above the clouds.
I want to know that no matter what happens to me I'll be okay because you're right by my side.
I need to feel your embrace again.
I want to go to the grocery store with you again.
I want to go camping and hiking and fishing and do all those things we used to do.

I want to know you're okay.
But I will never know that.
I need to be okay.
But I never will be.

#love #sad #hate #death #dad #missing #parent #superhero