#mommy
Two presences nothing can replace,
presence of father and mother,
presence of unasked compassion.
The world is compassionless,
a void that has nothing free for you,
a void where everything is alien.
You are just left with endless emptiness,
a never-ending feeling of loss of love,
love that begged nothing in return.
A state of ineffableness takes you over,
a state where you start missing that love.
those smiling faces, that advice, and those kind eyes.
Their absence makes you realise things,
things that you never wanted to confront:
vulnerability, helplessness, loneliness.
Now no one is there to pick you up,
no one is there to hold you when you fall,
no one is there to say that I am here.
An agonizing revelation comes,
you are bareheaded now and getting blistered,
discover with an ache that they were your headcover.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 4:34 AM UTC
I remember when you used to care about me
when you used to be the first person I would run to to cry to
you'd pick me up and call me your princess
now your the last person I want to know my problems
I remember when I used to hate being apart from you
cry for hours begging you to come home
now I cant spend a minute with you without being scared
I remember you used to notice when I didn't eat as much
so you filled my lunchbox with a ton of food you know I'd eat
now you don't pack my lunch anymore nore do I eat anymore
I remember when you used to brush my hair
id cry because of my thick curls all knotty
now I brush my hair myself
I remember when you used to tell me you were proud
even if it was an A- you'd hug me and tell me I did great
now if its below a 96 you'd scream
I remember when I used to be your little girl
and I used to call you mommy
and you used to be my favorite person
and you used to be who I depended on
I'm not your little girl anymore though
I'm a disappointment
never enough to satisfy you
and you'd never think
your mommy
of all people
to be the one who hurt you with words the most
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
On the ground
I
Beat
My
Fists
****** mud cakes on cold, numb hands as i beat my grief-stricken syncopation. Howling wails deep from pain I've not felt tare out my mouth with convulsing sobs and the memories of things not yet done play havoc on my already streched thin mind.
I plead, but mercy is not a currency traded in this sorrow laden mire.
After my time in eternity, i rise to my feet knowing that my time has come and to meet with destiny, the meeting is at 8.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Your baked cheddar scented hands
and your newly thinned feet
Your trimmed hair strands
and your smile with teeth
I grew you inside,
always my baby you’ll be,
if I can keep you young
A crooked, watchful smile
and shoes on wrong feet
Singing along
and bruises on knees
I’ve known you the longest,
always my baby you’ll be,
if I can keep you young
If you need a hand
walking along an uneven surface
or help falling asleep,
you’ll always know that I’m there
caring so deeply
I grew you inside,
always your mommy I’ll be
If only I could keep you young
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
M se premye mo ki sòt nan bouch tout bebe
M se premye mo nan alfabet, nan lang ti bebe
Se pa lèt a, ki sòti an premye nan bouch yon ti bebe
Kap di m, ma, manman, mom, mummy, mother, mama
Mère, kom nan manmi, madre, mae, ma mère, mamma
M se 13 zièm lèt nan alfabèt laten
Se la ke lang romans yo komanse
Kòm franse, panyòl, italyen, pòtugè
M se yon lèt enpòtan pour la santé, la paix
La vie, le bonheur, les fleurs et le sapin
Nou kontan pou nou fete tout manman
Mèsi a tout fanm, manman se la pè e la jwa.
Copyright © 25 Me 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 9:40 PM UTC
Mamã foi embora
Ela já não está viva
Ela deixou a Mãe Terra
Ela está no cemitério
A mamã está mais longe
Ela está aqui e ali, realmente
A mamã se foi
E já não está aqui
Connosco, sob o sol
A mamã está no céu
Ela olha para nós e consegue ouvir
Ela está a divertir-se, em um sonho
Vendo-nos lamentar e gritar
A mamã está com a Virgem Maria
Ambos nos ouvem e riem
Tanto que choram no paraíso
Onde ninguém morre
Isto é uma gafe
Que viagem! A mamã foi embora
Mal os podemos ver nas nuvens
A mamã ainda está conosco
É invisível dentro de nós
Como desejamos que as outras mães façam
Feliz fica no cemitério
Que a terra seja leve e macia!
P.S. Este poema é dedicado a todos os que choram.
Translation of “Mommy Is Dead” in Portuguese.
Copyright © Avril 2024, Hébert Logerie, todos os direitos reservados.
Hébert Logerie é autor de várias coletâneas de poesia.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
Mamá se ha ido
Ya no está viva
Mamá dejo la tierra
En el cementerio
Mamá está más allá
Ella está, en verdad, aquí y allá
Mamá está muerta
Y ya no sale
Con nosotros, bajo el sol
Mamá está en el cielo
Ella nos mira y nos escucha
Está pasando un buen rato
Para vernos quejar y gritar
Mamá está con la Virgen María
Ambos nos escuchan y ríen
Con tanta alegría que ellas lloran
En el paraíso donde nadie muere
Mamá se fue, de viaje
Apenas puedes verlo en las nubes
Mamá se quedó con nosotros
Ella es invisible, dentro de nosotros
Y todos deseamos a otras madres
Felices estancias en el cementerio
¡Que la tierra sea ligera!
PD: Este poema está dedicado a todos aquellos que perdieron a 'Mamá'.
Copyright © Abril 2024, Hébert Logerie, todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 10:22 PM UTC
Maman est partie
Elle n'est plus en vie
Ella a quitté la terre
Elle est au cimetière
Maman est au-delà
Elle est, en vérité, ça et là
Maman est morte
Et n'est plus en sorte
Avec nous, sous le soleil
Maman est au fond du ciel
Elle nous regarde et nous entend
Elle prend tout son bon temps
A nous voir pleurnicher et crier
Maman est avec la Vierge Marie
Les deux nous écoutent et rient
Avec une telle gaîté qu'elles pleurent
Au paradis où personne ne meurt
Maman est partie, en voyage
On peut à peine la voir sur les nuages
Maman est restée avec nous
Elle est invisible, au sein de nous
Et nous tous souhaitons aux autres mères
Des heureux séjours au cimetière
Que la terre soit légère!
P.S. Ce poème est dédié à tous ceux et celles qui ont perdu ‘Maman'.
Copyright © Avril 2024, Hébert Logerie, tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 10:18 PM UTC
Mama has left
She is no longer alive
She left Mother Earth
She is in the cemetery
Mom is further on
She is, here and there, really
Mother is gone
And no longer here
With us, under the sun
Mommy is in Heaven
She looks at us and she can hear
She's having fun, in a dream
To see us whine and scream
Mom is with the ****** Mary
Both listen to us and laugh
So hard that they cry in paradise
Where no one dies
That's a gaffe
What a trip! Mama has left
We can barely see her on the clouds
Mommy is still with us
She is invisible within us
As we wish other mothers
Happy stays at the cemetery
May the earth be light and softy!
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all, who are mourning.
Copyright © Avril 2024, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 10:11 PM UTC
Sweet spiced cookies
wafting in my nose.
It draws me to the kitchen
and on my tippy toes.
Mama's made a special treat.
She says it's still too hot to eat.
I can hardly stand the wait!
I bet they'll taste so great.
I hold mama's apron
until she gives me some.
It tastes just like mommy,
and it tastes just like home.
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 7:30 PM UTC
“Come downstairs, dinner’s ready”
No mom!
“Look here, I knit you a sweater for picture day”
No mom!
“Come with me to the store, it’ll only be 10 minutes”
No mom!
…
No mom, don’t leave,
don’t go,
I want to eat that stew once more,
Make me anything,
a scarf for the summer,
I want to smell your scent once more,
I’ll go,
follow you to the ends of the world
Just come home,
I promise I won’t say no anymore
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
She sits on the cold tile floor
Her life flashes before her eyes
4 am regrets.
The lack of sleep is just getting to her.
The shadows loom over the curtains
The pictures of her past start collapsing on the floor
Her head hits the back of the wooden bed panel
Could you wish for anything more unhanded?
The music from the neighbors flat echoes into the night
The barely visible drawings on the wall sneer at her
Its past her bedtime.
Who are you waiting up for anymore?
The ringing in her ears grow louder
The hours pass by slipping through the cracks of the drain.
Who are you crying to anymore?
There is no one to confess to.
The mirror overshadows the bed like church pews at midnight
She tells her that she never loved her.
She disappeared into the clouds that loom over the moon.
Her watch tells her to sleep.
She sighs and climbs back into bed
She remembers that she never loved her.
She remembers the scars that trail along her back.
Her life cannot help but flash before her eyes.
The ceiling morphs and twists
Her eyes flutter shut as her mind plays its tricks
She caresses the scars that itch at the roots of her hair.
Maybe its better this way for everyone.
She can no longer hear the heart beating slowly in the closet
Her mother told her that she is worthless
She begs for the sleep to take her.
Before her mind starts wandering to that point.
The darkness feels cool against her skin
The crooked mattress settling in its place
She sleeps on her side to avoid the bedroom mirror
The world grows still around her as it walks
on ********* eggshells.
The dawn permeates through the broken window sill
She never was a heavy sleeper.
She went missing out of nowhere
The ringing of her phone echoed in her ears
like Sunday bells.
And there was no more trace of the former shadows that pitifully gazed at her in the corners of her room.
-Kore
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC
Everyday with you
I learn something new
They don’t tell you about the hard days
When your down to your last piece of patience
Its not your fault
Nor mine;
This is something new
I am thankful for you and all that you do
But they really don’t tell you about the hard days
When you can't fall asleep
When you refuse to eat
Why wont you let me brush your hair
Can you put on your underwear?
I’ve been chasing you around days
Help me, let me catch up
You’re growing taller and getting smarter
Your training my brain
Testing my restraint
I feel that I am failing you,
I feel you could do better without me, your mommy
But everyday with you,
I learn something new
Because they do tell you about the good days
But never go in depth
From the “mommy I love you" down to the kisses and hugs
You make the bad days seem not so tough
when your smile pokes through the 3 year old " I'm grown" attitude
So we can stay up tonight
maybe share a midnight treat
We can brush your hair in the morning
or tie it up
Who needs underwear
Mommy doesn’t care
Everyday with you
I learn something new
Good days or bad days
I will always love you
No matter what they tell me
Everyday is a new day for me and you
I'd rather learn something new then have never met you
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
She sleeps by day,
wakes at night.
Falls under the waves,
fertile by sand.
Sun my child,
I only have one.
Earth my lover,
soon will have none.
My mommy rivera,
good question, my son.
I never hear her,
From continents she's forgotten.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
why are the walls always blue...
in the places where it hurts to be?
in the places where i watch
a little girl you grow up through pictures of
a little happy family in
a house that’s big and round...
who am i in this story?
.
trailer park trash assuming the role of
dignified enough to be
in that house...
with a kitchen island,
and a garden, and a beautiful, bright blue
fish tank...?
**** you.
**** you for having what i wish i had
when i was small,
when my parents first cracked my head open,
and accidentally filled it with illness and
bugs
from our gross, apartment floors...
for i did not grow up with a happy garden
or through pictures that mommy
keeps on her wall...
if you are unhappy, i must live in ******* hell.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who’s always with me
To the one who helped me become the person I’m today
To the one who taught me to treat others how I treat myself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person whose approval I craved
To the one who helped me understand that nobody will ever care for me
To the one who taught me that I’m a piece of garbage myself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person whose laugh I was scared of
To the one who helped me know that I’m undeserving of love
To the one who taught me to hate the mirror image of myself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person whose voice haunts me
To the one who helped me avoid responsibility and criticism
To the one who taught me reasons why I should **** myself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who made me scared of thinking
To the one who helped me breed hate in who fundamentally am
To the one who taught me that others will always be better than myself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who made feel guilty of my depression
To the one who helped me find innovative ways to hurt me without a trail
To the one who taught me that everything wrong is a fault in myself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who made me a mom to my siblings
To the one who helped me get rid of my carefree childhood joy
To the one who taught me that in life one can only care for themself
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who isolated me of the ones I loved
To the one who helps me know my worth in negative numbers
To the one who taught me jealousy and that I'm hers
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who fed me lies as facts
To the one who helped me befriend an ED princess
To the one who taught me that was the only way to be one
Happy Mother’s Day to the person who made me scared of accomplishing my dreams
To the one who helped me endure years of abuse and neglect as a mask for love
To the one who taught me that I could never be truly happy
Happy Mother's Day to the person who polluted the word mother for me
To the person who made me dread being a mother myself
To the person that I'm horrified of emulating and ******* other child's life up
Happy Mother's Day to my mom
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
Birthdays are not my things,
I'm not into gift-giving really,
But I'll give this poem to you
Because, Mom, you're special to me.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:09 PM UTC
Your beautiful brown eyes
A window to your soul
I can tell you everything
My mommy, my friend
I know you love me, unconditionally
It is the one certainty
I have always known
Your love for me never questioned
Mommy, you are my anchor
In my happy days
And my darkest days
My mommy, I love you unconditionally
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
Mommy with your plastic gloves.
Why didn't you give me just one hug?
Tell me it was ok or that I was sane.
Your ***** ancestry with the violin.
Another fake just the same.
Can you tell me I'm ok?
My Robot Sisters in step.
one, two , three
fall in line -
four, five , six.
can you really love Mommy?
can you tell my brother he is ok?
why did you hate the men in life?
what happened to you in your little sun dress?
what was the slight of hand that changed so many lives?
so many hidden answers and no more time.
me with so many woman just to say the debt was paid.
everyone with your face, I made them worship me .
never loved them, I was the one that won.
Me with Sally, Sue and Stella they all adored me,
many that I don't know the name, they all loved me unchanged.
I showed you,
but it wasn't the same.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
as i sit tense on this plane, i wonder
am i closer to you up here?
do you truly look from the heavens?
do you protect me from regrets?
sweet small talk
fills the child with lies
as murderous eyes stalk
they seek to bleed you till you die
paranoia is incorrect
giddiness unkempt
fear is easier to accept
either way, doom will be met
“mommy, can you do it for me?”
a guilty question wrought in youth
“my love, can you set me free?”
an age-old concept based on truth
death is inevitable and too powerful
shaking, i refuse to accept that
i am ashamed to still be fearful
in my comfort zone, i’m glad
if i join you
what should i say?
i might die once more if i do
simply because you were such a light
a ray that shone upon my darkness
your warm embrace held me quickly
and released all too soon
and if i may tell you,
on the next blood moon...
i truly do love you.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC