"stepmom" poems
A bit off the heel and a bit off the toe,
It won't hurt very much, and they're pretty, you know.
I've got the perfect pair of shoes for you,
All you need is some fitting- an inch off or two.
A slice of skin here and a little blood there,
These are the most beautiful shoes you could wear.
Let you go? Heavens no!
I admire you so
With your perfect physique
And your delicate feet.
Oh it's only a smidgen, a droplet of blood!
Come now dear, no one's fond of a stick in the mud.
Come- rush to the ball and we'll all have such fun!
On second thought, maybe you, ah... shouldn't run...
It's worth it, though, isn't it? These beautiful shoes.
And darling, they look so exquisite on you.
There now, not so bad, and they fit perfectly,
All you needed was just a little surgery.
Now let's off to the ball and you'll dance all night long.
No silly, don't cry, you've got it all wrong!
I told you- you're beautiful just how you are,
Now come on and stop whining, you don't have to walk far.
But you see, there's no daughter, or stepmom, or shoes.
There's none of those things- there is me and there's you.
And you've got this idea of what I'm s'posed to be,
And as hard as I try, I'm not her, love, I'm me.
I'm afraid that no matter how much pain I bear,
I just don't fit in the shoes you are making me wear.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Howard Dully was twelve years old
when Dr. Freeman felt so bold
to dig around inside his head
a wonder that he isn't dead.
The year was 1963,
when Howard had his lobotomy.
He never even had a clue,
of what his parents planned to do.
ORBITOCLASTS
The name Freeman gave to his personally designed
lobotomy knives.
They went under Howard's eyelids 3 centimeters
from the mid line and parallel with the nose.
Driven to a depth of 5 centimeters he pulled the handles
laterally, returned them halfway, and drove 2 centimeters
deeper. He touched the handles over the nose, seperated
them 45 degrees, elevated them 50 degrees, and at this point
he probably
smiled to himself.
For now they were parallel,
and ready for photography before removal.
An angry stepmom arranged it all,
she made the final judgement call.
They labeled Howard as insane....
opened him up, and juggled his brain.
Howard survived because he was still growing.
Not fully developed,
his brain would keep going....
off in directions he couldn't control
but never condeming
the depths of his soul.
Not long ago I read his book.
I felt intrigued to take a look.
I hope, dear reader, you do the same.
Remember his story,
remember his name.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
Dear stepmom,
You should know that I wanted to talk to you.
I had it all planned out in my head -
How I was going to ask about the baby's birthday
And try to start one of those things called conversations.
But instead we sat
And didn't breathe a single syllable to each other.
And how am I supposed to open up, when
I part my lips and nothing comes out?
When the words in my brain are trampled
By the thoughts that tell me I'm going to do it wrong?
A heaving anxiety governs my mind's playground.
There's a fence around it with high walls.
On some days
They are stronger than others.
I have trouble talking with a lot of people,
But you're a special case.
Dear stepmom,
You should know that I not only love you,
But I also like you.
Don't worry about winning me
Because you've already won.
You won years ago,
When you stuck around,
When you talked with me about Twilight
And when you never tried to parent,
Because you knew it wasn't your place.
Dear stepmom,
I have a strange sort of social anxiety
That creeps up when we're alone.
I cannot tell you why
Or how to fix it
But I'll try to try harder
Because I think
(Just maybe)
You have some too.
But until then,
We might sit and suffer
In a thick, murky silence
Every once in a while.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Staring at a blank page
Why won’t my brain fit into you?
Poetry’s my new ****
I hope the cleanup’s easy
Jazzy enterprises
It’s time for some improv.
Do I look like a **** to you?
I say to my stepmom
If I wanted my comeback
I’d get it off your mom’s chin.
I love it now,
That faded, stupid grin.
Go **** your high horse,
I bet it’ll reach you.
Horses have big *****
Like the people who win web arguments
Congrats to you,
Oh ye fake SOB
Shakespeare, rather queer
Bites his thumb at thee
I can’t say I enjoy this
Painting on paper
Words being the brush
To which I’m engaged by
I’m doing this for you
You better know
I find no joy in this
Like war on veteran’s day.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC
For the girl who makes me wish I had a sister like her,
don't let them break you or stand in your way.
They need you and love you,
no matter what your stepmom might say.
I know my opinion is not desired,
but I know better than anyone,
those little ones need you.
So **** what she says and don't back down.
You're strong and brave,
a fighter, a lover,
a hero,
a sister.
And that's worth fighting for.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
We have a lot of made up, Hallmark type of Holidays don't we?
We have so many things we are told we have to celebrate our whole lives.
May is here - Mother's Day is here.
But what about the dirt-bag mothers?
What about the mothers who don't care about their children?
What about the mothers who gave their kids up?
I know it's selfish- it's childish- but you weren't there when I needed you.
You were drowning in a bottle of ***** in your bathtub.
I know it's selfish- it's childish- but you still haven't been there.
You are too busy living in your own issues to remember you have children unless it suits you.
I remember living with dad and my stepmom- she raised me.
I remember grandma helping us with homework- she raised me.
I remember calling my dad when I was sad- he raised me.
I remember asking you where you were after 6 months of not hearing from you - but you couldn't even answer that question.
After years of picking up pieces and telling people I didn't have a mother here I am.
I am 25 years old with a stable job and stable home.
You are 47 with nothing to your name except some **** and a broke down apartment you get free from the government.
I am 25 with my **** together- paying my own bills- working for a living.
You are 47 taking pain pills as if your life depended on them.
I hear a lot of people telling me to forgive you, but I am just now coming to terms with how messed up I am.
I hear people telling me " that's your mom" but I am just now realizing the extent of my mental problem you have left me with.
All I have to say is thank the world for my father and stepmom and grandmother-- the only family I ever needed no thanks to you.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
"Daddy," said Catharine as I tucked her
into bed, "will you tell me a tale?"
So I told her the story
of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
with Disney's ***** and Grumpy
thrown in for good measure;
and when I finished she pulled out
an apple from under her pillow
and she said I should eat it
I laughed and I did, and spent 7 days in hospital
And my doctor said I was lucky to have survived
the poisoned apple
Catharine won't tell us where she got it from
Today Catharine stands before me
and her stepmom
as we have dinner
And she places two pink cupcakes on the table
and she smiles, and she whispers:
"Eat...that's from Hansel and Gretel"
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
I can't take this.
There's no point to my existence.
Useless.
Did you think I was kidding when I said I wanted to die?
And you thought it was due to some silly guy.
No. It's more than that.
No matter what I do I just drive everyone away and make them mad.
So I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment and thorn in your side.
I'm sorry for all the times I let you down and when I lied.
I'm sorry if you're sad when I'm gone but trust me, soon you'll be relieved.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Let me take you back to the past, where my life was a blast.
It was just my mom and I, full of love and laughs.
Not a day was dull, it was always an adventure.
We’d go bike riding often and sometimes late food adventures.
She used to tell me stories about the evil wicked witch.
Who happened to be my stepmom- an evil *****
I climbed into her bed during thunderstorms.
She would wrap me in her arms to keep me warm.
She would sing me to sleep with her lovely voice.
It was calming and it blocked out the other noise.
She was my bestfriend and the woman I aspire to be.
Unfortunately, she was taken away from me.
Now let me take you to the part of my life when I was filled with strife.
My mom had cancer; she was fighting for her life.
The vomiting was something I could not take, but I rubbed her back anyways because she needed a break.
I would bring her medicine and make sure she was fine.
“No matter what, I’ll always be in your heart”, was a foreshadowing line.
She took me to Disney world for my 8th birthday.
That trip was magical and something to remember.
She sent me away for Christmas break.
She said she was going away on a business trip.
I stayed with my aunt, my cousin, and grandma.
I had it in my head that I would soon return to my mama.
Let me take you to the day when my heart went away.
I woke up in the morning and my grandma was crying.
“Do you remember when your mom said she’d always be in your heart?”
From that moment on, I knew we would forever be apart.
My heart shattered and the tears remained all day.
My mom was everything to me. How could she be taken away?
Now let me bring you to now, where I always wear a frown.
It’s 12 years later, and I still cry to this day.
My happiness been left and I am such a mess.
What did I ever do to deserve this mess?
Now let me take you back to the past where my life was a blast.
It was just my mom and I, full of love and laughs.
Those were the good times where my happiness existed.
We had great memories and I’ll always miss it.
Save me a spot in heaven.
Mom, I miss you...
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
How dare you?
How dare you go and break her like that?
How can you tell her you love her, yet say you don't want to be with her?
Did it make you happy, when you saw all those tears streaming down her face?
She has been hurt enough.
And you know that.
Think of everything she has told you about her past.
Her family, her dad, her stepmom.
She's been broken down enough in the past.
You were the thing that built her back up.
You were the one who changed things for her.
Do you know how much you mean to her?
I don't know if you have any clue.
You know, you're lucky your bigger than me.
If you weren't, I'd be out of my mind to not kick your ***
How dare you do this.
She is my bestfriend.
She doesn't deserve this.
She doesn't deserve to cry herself to sleep.
She doesn't deserve to have to hide tears.
The ones you caused
She doesn't deserve to be torn down to nothing.
She gave you everything.
Literally.
And all you gave her was a broken heart.
How dare you?
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
So, you think I am a dark evil poet eh? Well, get a load of this! What would you write about if everyone you loved, your mom, your dad, your stepmom and your wife all died before you? You wouldn’t exactly be writing about rainbows and butterflies would you?! No, you would write about death, sorrow, and excruciatingly philosophical things too. So quit being so judgmental!
Crows, sitting, watching you die
Watching, waiting, to feast on carcass
Your carcass they feed on
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
Remember when you were just a kid
How you would sit on the beach for hours
Waiting for the Sun to finally set
Sleep on the beach
Because you were tired from the day
Remember how you would get chased
By the girls at your Elementary school
Hahah you had good times
Till you found out and could really understand
That the woman who lived in your house
Who always sent you off to school
Who kissed you good night
Who told you she loved you
Remember how you felt
How you grew so angry
Because the truth was that this woman
Wasn't your real biological mother
Your real one abandoned you
She left you at 13 months old
Left in the middle of the day
In ***** soiled diapers
She would pass out from the alcohol
Crash from the high
That the drugs gave her
Leaving you hungry for hours
Waking up when your father came home
Or her drug dealer wanted something in return
Just because she didn't have the money
Remember all of those things
Remember when you met her for the first time
She asked your stepmom
"Who is that? Is that Jr?"
Yeah it was you
Grown up and matured
Remember the thought that passed through your mind
How can she not know who the **** you are
Remember how angry you were
See I know all of this because
Well simply put I am you
I am 17 years of age
I want you to remember the way you were
Because with age comes wisdom
And I have been privelaged enough
To have a good sense of observation
I have become very wise
Well we have become very wise
See I miss those times
When we would ride our skateboard
Or try to blow things up with a firecracker
Hahaha remember those times
Look I don't know if you remember all of this
But if you ever get a chance to read this
Know that I hate us
I hate all of the darkness
I hate every poem I write
I hate everything I think about
Simply because the darkness is towards her
The poems are written for nobody but somebody
And the things I think about
Keep me up well into the late hours of the day
Robert
I hope you get a chance to read this
Because this poem may be the last
You may never get a chance to read this
Because I hate the fact that I have so much pain
So much of useless emotions
And I am tired of dying within words
Written on a piece of paper
I want to embrace death
So hopefully one day you will read this
Even if you come back in a different life
As somebody or somehing else
Just read at least one line of this
So the past doesn't repeat itself
I hope you can forgive me
Sincerly,
Robert Guerrero
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
i am a damsel in distress
not the fairy tale kind of an unknown princess trapped in a tall tower hidden from the world by their evil stepmom, waiting for their one true love to save them, but the modern kind
just like the princess i need saving from an evil stepmom but this modern day evil is in a different form.
this modern day evil stepmom is not a person but people and their mindset/views on women
i need saving from the stereotypes people have created about women
how we are weak, “moody”, and just an object with a pretty face
i need saving from the fact that i don’t have the right to my own body for what i should like is determined by balding, middle aged white males who photoshop every picture ill ever see of a woman
i need saving from the fact that women have their own catagorey when it comes to jobs.
if we were in an office job setting stereotypically the male would be the boss/CEO and the women would be his assistant/secretary, but in reality the roles could be reversed for womnen can do exactly what men can do
i need saving from the fact that women get paid less than men, and yea its a $0.22 difference but thats not what i need saving from i need saving from the fact that women arent viwed as equals to men
i need saving from the fact that women cant wear what they want for they will be cat called by men who have no personalities
i need saving from the fact that it is my fault for being sexually harassed because my skirt was too short or because you could see my bra strap, like really?! COME ON! all women wear bras its nothing special!
now i bet youre all wondering the really inportant question…
who will be the one true love to save me and all women?
trick question!
its yourselves we are the one who must save ourselves by changing our viewpoints and spreading the word on why others should change them too
so then eventually there will be no such thing as a modern day damsel in distress
but for now there is
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
To love me is to put up with a messiness I inherited from my mother.
The displays of self loathing and self sabotage i work on daily.
The clothes I leave on the floor.
The coffee cups in the sink.
The bed unmade and the too many shoes.
To love me is to deal with an annoying amount of independence I inherited from my father.
The acts of self serving that I work on daily.
The know it all moments when I’m working on something or fixing something.
The confidence in my work ethic, my persona & who I am.
The laughter I have over everything.
To love me is to know the loyalty and respect I’ve inherited from my stepmom.
The empathy I still long for and work to find daily.
The care over details.
The nurture I give when you’re sad or sick.
The standing up for you but also putting you in your place.
To love me is to cope with the stoic coldness and wandering spirit I’ve inherited from my grandma.
The parts of me you’ll never fully know that I work to show you daily.
The look of dismay I sometimes don’t know is on my face.
The inability to stay in one place for too long without going insane.
The moments I want to run away and never look back.
To love me is to cope.
Cope with knowing sometimes I’m mean.
Sometimes I’m sad.
And sometimes I love fiercely and passionately.
To love me is to love all of me.
Everything I’ve inherited and everything I’ve learned and unlearned over time.
To love me is to be loved in return.
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
this poem will be bitter,
the way i hate my tea to be.
it will be about all the ways i've let my father down and
all the things they wish i was.
it will be about every grade point i am away from perfect.
it will be about ******* my boyfriend in the backseat
it will be about drinking until i can barely walk
it will be about crying all my makeup off in a stranger's bathroom.
this poem will be bitter,
the way i hate my tea to be.
it will be about laughing over stupid ****
it will be about late-night confessions to my mother
it will be about my best friend and my favorite socks and my thousands of little things.
it will be about a boy who tastes like green tea and cigarettes.
it will be about all the things i don't ever say out loud and all the things i can't write down anymore because people find the things you write down and then you don't have anything for yourself.
it will be about the time i made my stepmom cry
it will be about the person i didn't think i'd be
it will be about all the paintings i don't finish.
it will be the things i found out about my family at a too-young sort of age
it will be my three without-permission-piercings
it will be the poems (this one) that i'm afraid are too cliche
and it will be bitter,
the way i hate my tea to be.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
In one of
my many
lifetimes, when
I was a child,
my dad had a
sprawling stretch
of land in
Missouri.
He had 200
head of cattle.
We used to run
the cows we
bought at auction
through this
shoot with wooden
beams that closed
on their necks.
My stepmom took
this gun-like object
and put an orange
tag in their ear.
My brother and I used
to play with this black and
white steer.
We called him old #56
because of the number on
his tag.
We chased him, and then he
chased us.
I felt bad for
him, the tag in
his ear.
I talked to my
dad about it.
He said if the steer
ever got lost,
we could find him.
I felt good about that.
I didn't want to lose him.
One night
the following summer,
we were sitting down for
dinner.
I hadn't seen
old #56 for a while.
I asked Dad where
he was.
He didn't say anything.
We were having
t-bone steaks.
As I write this,
my black and white
kitten, Bukowski,
bites at the pen and
tries to wrestle my
wrist as it moves across
the paper.
I'm glad that he
isn't a steer.
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC
*It all started when my mother left me.
I felt empty.
Days passed, weeks slowly fading,
months began hating me emotionally.
Years, decades swept suddenly.
My mind said to stop this agony.
I locked myself alone in my room.
Tears began to fall then flowers stop to bloom.
It was too painful and it keeps coming back.
Dreams turned into nightmares, wishing they could talk.
But they’re not. They’re haunting me each and every night,
They wanted my precious tears to fall, to cry losing my sight.
Despite all those hardships, I managed to fixed myself.
Exploring different things, nurturing my talents, reading a lot of books in my shelves.
I grew up to be a good boy, a good man.
Reducing anxieties, stress, and pain.
Years later, I became happy and lively,
Tears faded, smiles comes out easily.
It took me several years to ponder.
And realized what I’ve missed and wonder.
Though, I haven’t seen my real mother and lost my father,
I still have people left; my stepmom and step siblings who stood up for me to remember.
There are a lot of people who underestimated me
But few were eager to learn the other side of me.
My only wish is to be strong and healthy, both mind and body,
Free from stress, pain, agony, accidents, and just think of things to be happy.*
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
I never knew my mother
in ways some girls know theirs
she left in winter
My sister was only two
She grabbed her stuff
and when we weren't looking
she ran through the door
she never said 'good bye'
she never cried
were we nothing to her?
It goes through my mind
at least once a day
if my mother was here
would I be in this much pain
There was a lady
that my dad married
she didn't want anything to do with me
I was just an obstacle in the family
I've had people to look up to don't get me wrong
but no one who actually wants to be my mom
My stepmom to be
is the closest I've got
but she never has wanted to be a mom
so we are more like friends
but she takes care of me
am I not worth it
is it me
why does everyone leave
no I'm not perfect
I'm covered in scars
And I feel safest
when I'm cutting
but I promised I wouldn't
so recently
I've felt insane
Never knowing my mother isn't really my problem
it's never having a real mother
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
she has told you everything about her past.
Her family, her dad, her stepmom.
She's been broken down enough in the past.
You were the thing that built her back up.
But now you were no longer be there for her.
You were the thing that fall down her hopes.
Do you know how much you mean to her?
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Welcome to the dragons den...
Nobody ever told me when I was born,
That there would be times when the place where I was welcome would fill with fire...
My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was very young,
She passed away when I was nine...
My father blames me everyday, he calls me a curse
So now I believe that I am worth nothing...
When I was 13 my soon to be stepmom had a stroke,
She was euthanized no more than 2 months ago...
My father blames me everyday, he calls me a curse
I am sure of it now I was an accident...
Today was my birthday, My father called me an accident...
You have no idea dad...no idea...
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
2/5/09 - The day I lost my best friend (Grandpa)
7/?/12 - Moved in with dad
12/11/16 - Tried to KMS
9/16/17 - The day my dad and stepmom got married
4/3/18 - Started dating my boyfriend
6/19/18 - The day my dad gave me up and kicked me out
New:
6/23/19 - Day my uncle died. He never gave up on me
10/3/19 - My best friend died(Grandma)
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
nicotine
or ****
or both
in my dad's bathroom.
on his second wife, thousandth girlfriend and fourth kid.
four kids
all with different moms
makes for an interesting bunch
if you have the patience for them.
although
i would not call
two holes in our apartment wall
and sore knuckles
patience.
but
to each
their own
i guess.
it must've taken some patience
to drive to vegas
marry a girl
you'd known for 4 months.
attachment issues?
on a seven year old me?
hahahahahahahahaha
stepmom #2? #8?
faces blend together
names turn into
michelledominiquetatijillzhaoaletia
on your good days
of type one diabetic balance
and anarchy signs in the kitchen
i love you
but on your bad days
i love you to death
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
It all started when my mother left me,
I started to feel empty.
Days passed by, weeks slowly fading
months began hating me emotionally.
Years and even decades swept suddenly,
My mind said to stop this agony.
I started to go, locked myself alone in my room,
tears began to fall and saw flowers outside stop to bloom.
I know it was too painful but it keeps coming back,
from dreams it turns into nightmares, wished they can talk.
But they’re not, they’re haunting me each and every night,
they want my precious tears to fall, to cry losing my sight.
Despite all those hardships, I managed to be with myself,
exploring different things, nurturing my talents, reading a lot of books in my shelves.
I grow up to be a good boy, a good man,
reducing anxieties, stress, and pain.
Years later, I became happy and lively,
Tears faded, smiles always came out easily.
It took me years to ponder,
then realized what I’ve missed and wonder.
Though, I haven’t seen my real mother and lost my father,
I still have people left of me, my stepmom and step siblings who stood up for me to remember.
There are a lot of people who underestimated me
but few were eager to learn the other side of me.
My only wish is to be strong and healthy, both my mind and my body,
free from stress, pain, agony, accidents, avoiding things are too much to carry….
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
It's hard to pinpoint the day it all changed.
I can clearly remember my parents in each other's arms.
Somewhere they started to climb a number of steps before finding the one to settle on.
Stepmom. Stepdad.
New words for the vocabulary.
It isn't a bad thing its just change.
Change hits like a truck.
Before it happens there's a moment of bliss.
A period of years that are unabashedly happy
Then it's there.
What happened before is the past.
The nights spent at friends houses.
Endless hours spent playing stupid video games to get away from school.
What happened before is gone now.
I can hope I'm not too.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC