#stepmother
We all wear different masks hiding our faces
Situations cause for emotions without traces
A father of 5 requires more than a date
Needs a Step Mother lady woman mate
Dad’s desire best Step-Mother family to create
Should be; Eupeptic ,Optimistic Auspicious
Realizing tender hearts are slow to mend
What type of message will her presence send
5 children is a big burden,2 families to blend
This can be Difficult When He is Beguiled
Her Charms. A Woman’s Attributes Qualities
Should be Examined designed Defined
Loving, Caring , Compassionate Kind
Treats equallyALL kids Hers His Theirs
Children the innocent should play without Care
NO MASK
A Father must be Diligent Prudent Watchful Meticulous Cautiously Careful observation
Avoiding A staunch tenacious, iron-willed
vehement strong woman with a short fuse
His Choice For a lifelong muse mate
Much more than a one night stand play date
She Is The One that glows it shows looms
Optimistic Charismatic Heart in the room
Mother’s call her difficult intense, in defense
Her beauty Grace The truth makes Sense
She doesn’t know how to pretend.
If she loves you, she will show genuine affection
If bothered She finds resolution without rejection
She’s not interested in any covert objection
NO MASK
Her anger last minutes
her loyalty last a lifetime
Better a loud TRUTH
Than a quiet Betrayal
ADVERTISMENT
Seeking a stepmother, not for the faint of heart
Nor for a handsome man on a whim or lark
Tender hearts on the line a great mom to find
Needed to heal unseen wounds left behind
Understanding, cautious hearts, tender minds
Although a temporary fix a great example
Perhaps Mary Poppins is available
“A robin feathering, her nest has very little time to rest gathering the bits of twine and twig a cheerful song will help you move the day along”
Inspired song
From the movie Mary Poppins
1) The Perfect Nanny sung by Jane and Michael
Footnotes
A five line stanza in poetry is generally called a quintain or a quintet
both various rhyme schemes ABABB or AABBA. There are many different types of 5-line stanzas. This poem is a
Cinquain often focuses on nature or emotions
Mirror /Crown Cinquain a sequence of five line stanzas that relate to one another
I’m going to try to make a poem with every different type of 5 line stanzas (Quintain)
A lofty goal I admit
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 10:37 PM UTC
Hell arrived
at our doorsteps
The moment you let
her into our lives
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
1000 years old, still
being a living statue:
the Wicked Step Queen.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC
An evil mother, with grey hair
Flaunts her red gown
Desiring, her selfish,
wild daughters
to get royally crowned
After a painful death
Her real hidden face
Once cunningly cloaked
Is finally invoked!
She was a sugar coated pill!
Soon the dishes and the laundry
The sweeping of floors
Are forever those
stepdaughter's daily chores
The clever lady, never gaiety
gets the royal call
She plans devilish things
Locking Cindrella down
Wildly tearing and ruining
Her charming ball gown
In the end, she's left cursing
the perfectly fitting shoe
She deserved that
Old cruel shrew!
But why is it always
The step ones forever cruel?
Why O why? Is such a mother shown?
What would a child feel
Who has a mother, step
Even, if she isn't mean or vain
The child will think, she's Lady Tremaine!
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.
We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.
We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
But we made a fundamental mistake, we underestimated the police.
I pushed Dad off the roof and tried to make it look like he accidentally fell.
But the police didn't buy it and now my stepmother and I are rotting in jail.
The cops figured out that my stepmother and I were lovers.
They used their ingenuity to make us turn on one another.
Now as I sit in my cell, I feel pretty bad.
I feel like a piece of trash for killing Dad.
Dad had over a hundred million dollars but in the end, it did me no good.
If I could travel back in time to stop myself from killing my father, I would.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
i wonder what your reaction would be
if you really knew
if you really truly knew
i wonder if you would be closer to me
or further away
would she bring us closer
or tear us apart
maybe i don’t tell you
because deep down i already know
maybe i already know what would happen
but it doesn’t matter anymore anyways
its too late
she’s already here
under this roof
in my moms room
on my moms deck
drinking from my moms mugs
sitting on my moms chair
theres nothing i can do
but wallow
and have self pity
but of course that doesn’t help anyone
except maybe give me a bit of release
but at the same time i feel like I’m a guest
in my own house
i don’t feel like this is a home anymore
i feel like i don’t have a home
i don’t feel that i am at home for the summer months
i feel as though
i am visiting
and you are patiently
or impatiently
waiting for me to leave in september
i feel like a burden
but at the same time
i am the only one who cares about anything
and you wonder why i cry
every night
and refuse to talk about it with you
how can i
when the person who makes me cry
is the person you put infront of me
what would you say
if i told you
the one tearing your daughter down
is the one person you give everything to
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
I don’t even want to know how she built it
But my new stepmother
Is wearing
Something made out of bones
It starts as a choker, thick and resting below her chin
It snakes down to cover her like a halter top would
Well, more like a scarf
Because it covers her ******* and leaves the heart exposed
Then it keeps going down, down
And drops off around her thighs
Long thin bones loop around her shoulder like strings, a tie
And is covered by a fur coat
Draped around her
As if it’s doing any good against November’s wrath.
My new stepmother
Never was afraid of intimidation.
Intimidation is afraid of her.
And, somehow, I’m not afraid of anything anymore.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
i know that you watch t.v.
all the time to drown out
the sound of your pain
but can you please see me?
just ask how i'm doing?
this house is not a home
and you're one of the reasons
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
I don't understand anymore why my mother acts the way she does. She is a ***** who doesn't care about anyone but herself. If she doesn't like something, it doesn't happen. She hates my father and his girlfriend. I call my father's girlfriend my stepmother because it's easier than explaining that their not married nor do they plan to (6 years and counting.) She screamed at me for hours telling me that she's not my stepmother (I cried myself to sleep). I say it for convenience. My mother's a total ***** but I wonder if that's hereditary.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
If I only had a daughter
I would pass along to her
All the things I've learned in life
The things that are and those that were
I would try to smooth her way
When everything was getting rough
Still, to have me for her mother
Might be handicap enough
1999
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Cruella
is my stepmother's name
in my phone.
If that doesn't explain
our relationship,
then I don't know what does.
(d.d.b)
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
It thrums.
In my head.
On my skin.
Vibrating meekly within.
The beat hath weakened,
Over many in an age.
Only providing those the need.
Vibration,
Sensation.
The will to sleep.
Everlasting eternity,
With you it seems insane.
Beating constantly.
You bring me pain..
Beat on me,
Bring my self-esteem to a pulp.
I will not back down.
I will stand my ground.
End your everlasting tyranny,
You blackened heart.
Cease your beating,
Save your skin.
Anger boils in my veins,
I hate you.
Perfection is insane,
No one is perfect.
Cease your yell,
Your beat.
You to,
Are not worthy.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC