"mommie" poems
We live in a society that is reluctant to hold individuals accountable for their actions.
They did this to him because of his smile.
They did this to him because he was in the bar bathroom a long while.
They did this to him because of his clothing style.
The environment can create stimuli and stressors which trigger predispositions.
Predispositions of behavioral tendencies to make bad decisions.
They did this to her because they saw it on TV.
They did this to her because nothing comes for free...
or at least easy.
They did this to her because of how they were raised by mommie.
However, at the end of the day, you have ****** autonomy.
Physically responsible for your own actions,
you have damaged another human...
being.
You don't want to accept you could do something so heinous to another human's ****
or ******
Morally responsible to actively educate,
yourself.
How to live in a world with other humans whom differ from you.
People who you may not completely understand.
She said no, but things happened so fast.
Kept go-ing on, not for long he didn't last.
He might have been interested at the start of the night,
but wasn't trying to be perceived as putting up a fight,
resisting what his assailant created, his forever tragic night.
I'm not big on the concept of 'deviant behaviors' or 'social taboos.'
Certain things however, you should know what to do.
We violate others' rights, freedoms, privileges, happiness, mental stability, and personal well being.
And For What?
It doesn't matter if you're gay, like metal music, or get drunk, because
We can't blame the color gray.
not tomorrow nor today.
Don't sit, just stand, get up and say.
Advocate that **** is wrong every innocent second of each precious day.
more clearly defined, not merely social constructs within a particular society.
Long story short; **** is Wrong. Get and Give Consent. Be Safe as well.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
A funeral is always a saddening thing,
For everybody is somebody to someone.
But some funeral scenes chill you to the bone
And one day in our town we had one.
A very young mother had died;
Something that you just don't expect.
And the shops and stores had all closed their doors;
They did it out of love and respect.
And in the crowded funeral home that day,
With everyone present weeping,
The sound of a little girl's voice was heard.
She said, "That's my mommie, she's sleeping."
Then I heard the sound of her little feet, "tap, tap, tap,"
As she made her way down the aisle.
Her little purse dangled from her tiny wrist
and it brushed her best Sunday dress,
And she boldly asserted the confidence
That little folks like her possess.
To the life that has no final chapter
There's no ending and no last mile.
The preacher and the rest were petrified,
But on the little girl's face was a smile.
She said, "Wake up, Mommie, wake up."
And still not satisfied she reached out with her little hand
And touched her face and cried.
Then the broken hearted daddy spoke
With a gentleness and with power,
And the words that issued from his lips
Was the sermon for the hour.
In a child like faith he told her
That the dead in Christ will rise
"God gave us his word," he said,
"And we know he never lies.
We can't wake up our sleeping Mommie,
But we know someone who can.
Baby, only God can wake up Mommie.
Let's go home and leave her in his hands."
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 5:03 AM UTC
Watch out! They're coming everybody beware
they walk around real life,
from our nightmares.
Through the town their creeping
to get the things they want;
they come with a password
to each house they haunt.
From a pirouette forms Draculla
as he comes to full height,
he draws his cape to his chin
to hide his overbite.
Against a full moons light
hangs a witches shape
all year shes been waiting
for this very night to escape.
The wolfman howls through the distance
and sprouts coarse red hair.
As ghosts and goblins frenzy
through the cool nights air.
Two lights are yellow glowing
above a toothless grin
on an old Jack-o-lantern
born from a pumpkin.
Into the light comes creeping
a cat as black as coal,
from out of hiding places
upon the night to stroll.
Out of the closets rattle
old Mr. Bones,
and from the tombs rumble
a mommie moans.
Outside they all gather
monsters of every size;
from huge Frankensteins
down to the little guys.
Here they come, be quiet,
wait for a knock to be heard.
There it is get ready
for the password.
"Trick-or-treat's" the password
then comes the trade,
for the small price of a treat
no tricks will be played.
"Happy Halloween!"
before they all turn and disappear,
back into their hiding places
I'm safe again till next year...
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Dear Lord
I am praying this special prayer to ask you
If you would consider letting Mommie come there with you
I know that Grandma and Grandpa are happy in heaven
So is it ok if Mommie comes there and start living?
Lord I know that I didn’t eat my peas yesterday
And wouldn’t share my toys when I went out to play
When I shouldn’t in school I talked to my friend
I know these things have to end
Lord I take all of the blame
Will you Lord forgive me of these things?
I promise I’ll do better next time
But Mommie doesn’t have any crimes
Last night she tucked me in bed
Said good night then she kissed my forehead
This morning she came and kiss me to wake me
She had breakfast on the table so we could eat
I helped her clean the table of dishes
She said I was a good helper and called me a little Misses
She helped me get dressed as she sang a song
Then tickled me the time seemed long
Then she put me in the car and took me to school
She dropped me off then watching over her I gave that job to you
They say that the man was drinking and driving his car
I’m not mad at him deep in my heart
I know it was truly an accident
Hurting my Mommie wasn’t what he meant
I am just praying this special prayer to ask you
If Mommie can come and be one of your angles too?
Amen
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
Sharing Hate Poem
September 4, 2009 (I recently found this poem I wrote years ago)
Trigger Warning - Abuse
Sharing Hate
He keeps me locked up in this room daily.
He calls me ugly, then starts to beat me.
My bruised and battered body lays there numb.
I think, "Don't worry, help will one day come."
He took my teddy; it was my mommie's.
The other girls here look just like zombies.
Dad always said, "Find the silver lining."
But the rare ray of light's all I'm finding.
He told me, "Tomorrow you'll be famous."
I asked, "Why do you blame your hate on us?"
He said, "You don't get it... I'm just like you."
"When I was little, I got abused too."
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
My body aches
_is not a physical pain is more than that_
an invisible neverending pain.
I'm rendered to it.
I lay on the couch
I give myself to it
I become a mommie
A catacomb
of silent resonant thoughts
as my body frozes in pain and dies
alive.
Mi mind becomes numb.
I imagine that's how Dexter's or Lex Lutor's mind
ought of feel,
if they ever had any feelings.
But I am feeling nothing but numbness
and this neverending pain.
I try to bit my pillow and cry out my soul
but no tears run down my face
like peaceful streams...
There are no longer tears of Pain
Tears I could not refrain.
There is only a hollow cave in my eyes,
my heart, and my chest.
This never ending Pain!
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
I sit in the corner of my bed room, my stomach aches because I haven't eaten. I want to go out and play, but mommy says it is not safe. I see the light coming through my window and listen to the cars passing by. I hear my mommie crying in her room and I do not know why. My clothes are laid out for school tomorrow they are a bit torn and wrinkled. The other kids make fun of me, but I do not know what to say to them. I want to go to school so bad, it is where I get to eat. I lay down on the cold floor in the corner and try to quietly cry myself to sleep. Every day I pass tall shining buildings and I dream that someday I can visit one of them and see what it is like to live inside, but for now I know only hunger and the sound of my mommies tears. I wonder if anyone out there can hear her cry or if anyone even really cares.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
Mom, how have you been?
I can't believe its been so long
All the memories in my head spin
As I sing this 'I Miss You' song
Its still so hard to believe
You're not coming back to me
True happiness is hard to achieve
When I think how can this be?
Though you're my gaurdian angel flying high
I'd rather you be here
But I know God does not lie
This is how its meant to be and you're both near
It was our fate
Now we just have to learn
No matter what we wont truly seperate
Still for your embrace I yearn
Mommie, I love you
God had a good reason
Just know that it was for the best , thats true
He said for everything there's a season
I have to accept your time has came and gone
Before mine really began
Now we're both where we belong
Not going to forget , but I'm going to slowly get over this tragedy , I know I can
Promise me one thing now
Not to be sad
Because you're here somehow
For that I'm glad
Put a smile on your face
Your baby girl is protected by God's embrace
And is growing at a fast pace
Focusing on the beauty of grace
I'll see you in my dreams tonight
It'll be as if its real
I'll hold you tight
So the hole in my chest will finally seal
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
Dad has told me since i was born that theres a shark out there with our name on it
Thats why i never go as deep as my shoulders in the ocean
warnings rattle around my head and a sense of abandonment wraps around my legs
maybe the riptide felt like gentle hands leading him home
he’ll find us one day
i wonder if he’s talking about the shark or neevie
often i imagine him living in puerto Rico, having found his way among the waves he would reside in a tiny hut near the ocean side
listening every night as if to receive a whisper saying “come home”
the sole reason of dads birth being to replace his mothers only son
stand in for a deadboy
came out looking the exact opposite
blonde hair, blue eyes
stevie, her sweet boy
pouring all the bitter, tainted love she held into him
didn’t they tell you the bruises left behind were just love marks?
cherish them, it means she cares
mommie dearest loves you so, did you not know?
the closest form of loving someone is hating them and he’s got that down to a science
thoughts of prying the jalousie windows shut during winters in west tampa
counting each bullet that echoed in the distance
sitting on cotton bags skinning potatoes as his father prepared dinner for the navy ship
uncurling himself late at night when the sound of the door opening would alert him that he could finally stop hiding and embrace the warmth his fathers smile radiated
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
my father was a *******
my mother, an angel
i heard his words
and cried with my brother
i listen to fights
and hid in the closet
my sister never spoke
and hung in the rafters
i cared too much
and showed too little
i am lost
i want mommie
but she flew so high
while father screamed below
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Mommie
Daddy
I've always wanted to say...
**** you!
I've walked these streets
You always kept me shielded from
Never supported what I wanted
I'm not three anymore
How many times do I have to say it
Now I have a new phrase for you
**** you!
Your backs are upon me
Thinking I'm the strongest
Just because I'm the biggest
Mom
Dad
Guess what guess what
**** you!
The lemons you gave me were rotted
Made the lemonade taste like ****
Couldn't sell it because I'd end up dead
Murdered by the zombie voices eating at my brains
I also would like to say
**** you!
Mom
Pops
You just chased out girlfriend #???
**** you!
Can't even start making out
Without you busting in and acting like you didn't see this coming
Hey guess what
I've already grown my *****
My ***** dropped
You can go check out the crater they left
So here's a riddle for you
what has 7 letters its a phrase I use quite often
The answer is simple
**** you
Mom
Pops
I'm leaving this place
Don't bother coming to my graduation
I don't want you there
You never supported me in school
You just told me what to do
Left me on my own to figure out what the **** to do
Thanks for being an anchor
These currents are really strong
Good thing I'm a good swimmer
Because then I would have let this life **** me
This world will not determine when I die
I will
So **** you
**** You
**** YOU
I'm tired of hearing you call yourselves parents
You never earned that title
You think having a few kids
Changing diapers and feeding bottle after bottle
Makes you a parent
You're dead wrong
It's the nightmares
You're suppose to help me fight
It's the school bully
You're suppose to help me get rid of
It's the blade across my wrist
You were suppose to notice
Not once did you ever see my pain
You just mocked me when I confided in you that I was scared
You call yourselves parents
Yet all I see are people who fed me nothing but ********
So saying **** you
Is my thank you
Without it I wouldn't have learned how to live
How to survive a world
You thought was too wild for me
You only encouraged a monster too wild for this world
**** you to the people that have no value to me
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
I told everyone that I’d be fine -
They dynamited my golden years
And put the pieces in the trash -
But I said I would be OK.
I have resources and reserves
That paved the way
Past rocky highways in the past
And would suffice me once again.
I reassured the ones who wept
That this was not to be an ending -
That I had maps and GPS
To guide me to a safer haven.
But when I looked inside the box
Containing my bravado
There was a hug and a kindly word
And nothing else to help me.
Shocked at all that emptiness
The first thing that I did was cry
And gape into that hollow space
To wonder where the courage went.
But when I saw the others stare
I clamped the lid back on real tight
And glued a smile onto my face,
Picked up my box and strode away.
Now I’m hidden safe at home
Astonished at my disbelief
That years could warp away and melt
The fortitude I counted on.
That I should find myself alone
With nothing but a broken crutch
To help me cross the quicksand bog
And locate solid ground again.
How shall I navigate the mire?
My GPS and maps are gone.
Bravura’s just a memory.
I’m not the big girl after all,
There is no Mommie I can call
No friend to offer magic beans
This time I find myself alone
To see if I can find a way
To fill back up that empty box.
ljm
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
No special card, no brand new bill
No waiting to make the phone call.
Too much time on my hands today
Too many thoughts around me.
Mothers Day. My Mommie’s gone.
Now I’m the Mama of this family.
Why do I feel such a little girl,
My emotional shoelaces untied and tripping me.
Amazed at why we do what we do,
I knew one day I’d live to regret it-
The Sundays just too busy to call,
The failure to find a moment for writing.
That time is now, and I’m battered with guilt
I can’t seem to talk myself out of.
If only I knew she’s forgiven my lapses
Maybe the punishment finally could end.
I dropped everything and flew to her side
When death took her husband of just a few years,
Again when the ****** who lived up the street
Almost succeeded in killing her soul.
It’s the everyday thoughtfulness where I fell down,
The “Hi! How are you - nothing’s much new.”
Not finding a way to be there twice a year
Instead of every other, that made me a failure.
Not a day passes that I don’t think on her
Though many had done so while she was alive.
I look on her picture in longing and sorrow
And hope that she know I now see what I’ve lost.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
My Dearest Mommie
She is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son
I'll Take her old clock and a fake cake by her grave with me
And a daffodil or two, I am the child she loved.
I will go in the afternoon and stay till I feel
The frenzy in the beckoning call of the unfriendly cold evening dew
Warning me that it is about time to go
To leave and wander on my journey homeward
And to ponder upon sweet green thoughts of her memories
And celebrate her wondorus life and dedication,
Celebrate another soft kissing anniversary of Mother's Day.
Written by Lord Cam a 59 yr. old former calypsonian from Nevis in the West Indies..or the Caribbean © 4 years ago, Cam Morton-Lord Cam
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
you are an ***
I made a poem
you yelled at me
Evann and I said,
**** YOU LOSER CHILL YOUR ****
and he said like a pshyco
"No U LoSEr"
and now I am forced to take desperate measures
**** you,
-the entire site
Ps, we reported you to the mods :)
pps, hey could you guys knock some sense into this man he blocked us ****
ppps, ur mommie said you can't raid area 51 bc u bulli me :))))))))))))))))
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
what I got for mother day
Ah What I got on yet another Mom Day
some air and some imagination, hopeful wishes at bay.
some invisible, un -acknowlege_ables, some written unperson-ables.
A happy M day not much else to say..
As If i am some kind of..
Never there fa you kinda motha/mutha.
Don't do nothing fa ya Kinda motha..
Trifling otha kinda, something or other type motha..
What I did get and have is.....the spirit of let down.
A gift of no consideration.
A quiet shadow of you ain't that important or relevant.
The failed chance to say oh you shouldn't have's.
The missed moments of awe how sweet of you's.
The crumbs of no gratitude, from self absorbed tudes.
And a simple say anything I'd come off as rude.
I'm unseen, unheard, seen as old fashioned old school old ways.
Blinded shades, wisdom ignored, prayers stayed, unappreciated days.
Thanks for the little tab bits of invisible cards...hmm really
Thanks for the symbolic s of traditional materials,..untouchables
Those just tryna say I lov ya so's...(walkin in them shoes)
The absence of it can at times pain the soul.
Never one to ASK FOR MONEY OR GIFTS...Do I! wee bits..
By surprise be nice to discover how It'd feel to get the what ifs.
To be given the unexpected gift, how heaviness might lift.
How solemness n sadness may suddenly shift.
It's not the material of a gift,, It's the showing of
heartfelt bliss. Spiritual Uplift.
I sit and it makes me recall..the six times, six souls, six plights..
To sow, to plant, to till the ground,
to labor, to sacrifice, to pray during those daily fights.
To feed, to nurture, to yearly grow.
Unselfishly..regardless of the needs of me.
By Grace of mercy heavens kept me.
So I can be..still Mommie, unperfectly.
Happy Momma Day 2Me...
@S.A.M _H.E.R/POETRY_2020
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Sippin' on that bar I be a superstar looking a far
Beyond the ******** i spit the hardest in the pit
Leave fools guts open now ya smellin' ****
Vultures peckin' ya skin stuck in this body of sin i sip Gin
Then put my **** in a Hen then back to the den
Rollin' a blunt that's bigger than a bat all of my homies pack gats
Rest in peace to the homies that got hit with the Mack
Yeah ****** up times we living in
In the hood you see more fouls than grins
Unless it's money circling drugs dealin' pigs still squealin'
But **** em i never was a role model
I rather push a Lexus 420 fully loaded on throttle
Money is the ambition bass thumpin' as my lyrics shift
In ya brain like a transmission hittin'
All gears in ya brain my intellect is a threat
That J Edgar Hoover couldn't even get cuz I got a gangsta set
No fakers on my team
Roll with with Dons who sip Dom Perignon by the millions can't trust civilians
Or politicians so I make my commission with a circle of decision
Enemies love dissin' but I see em cuz snakes always hissin' cuz
Ya styles edible my flows incredible like the hulk stalk
Talk **** fools get chalked
Walking down the valley of the
Shadow of death Nia with beer under my breath
Still thuggin' twistin' daytonas or better yet swangaz
Got a coat of rhymes sittin' on a hanger in my mind as I shine
Brighter than the sun the luminous one
Kin to Lucifer he's only one begotten son
Huh 6 carbons 6 protons 6 nuetrons
Together I'll form Voltron turn hard rhymers into vagabonds
Overseas stocks n bonds bringing capitol punishment like Big Pun
My bank rolls swole
Watch out for the rats that love cheese that's why I feed em lyrical disease
Once the venom in em
They fold like origami once I sound the Tommy
Hidden' in the breast of my Latin mommie
Who is this?? That's the introduction of death
Makin' bodies rock from right to left the one *****
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
My heavenly angel:Mommie
Today I got the news
Memories blue
Frozen stuck to me like glue
I didn’t feel
Tears paradise vision of you
Flashing how I was raised
My shelter
Understood me without speaking
Unsure
Of how to feel
Little cousins playing in the dirt
In that hill
We loved and hurt
No more pain
Confused days
Your love remains always
This is just another memory
For your days in the sky
Smiles of your sweet
Harmonized voice
A family you built
Far and near
A family we are
Rest peacefully my dear
Loving
granny
MOMMIE(Bertha Sommerville)
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC