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Dear Mom
My mother
I heard her inner cry
Paining to voice her pain out
I've seen her shed blood in silence and nobody heard her, but I did
I hope one day she finds her inner peace
She nolonger believes in magic
I hope one day she finds the one who make her believe in love's magic, hopefully my father
I've seen the soles of her feet blistering, She has been running her whole life
She has been through thorny bushes
I pray one day the pain fades and I'll taste the sweetness of her sweat
I've read her pages filled with ink of pain
I hope one day God text her back
Prayers hidden in metaphors on my homework book
Scars on her chest covered by my first restaurant
Sometimes I listen through the walls and I hear her wail
Pillows are wet in the morning
She cries until her eyes go dry
But I hope that pain dies
I see bruises behind her crooked smile
Bruises in her heart , bruises in her soul
She's breaking down slowly
I know I can't help but I hope these words will lift her up
From her bastard son
Me
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Who would've thought mother's needed their kid's advice? Well I did
Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
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neopoet
3 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem explores the emotional landscape of a child witnessing a mother’s suffering, employing vivid imagery and direct address to convey empathy and longing for healing. The poem’s structure is free verse, which suits the confessional tone and allows for a stream-of-consciousness effect. The narrative voice is consistent, maintaining a perspective of both witness and participant in the mother’s pain.
The poem’s strongest elements are its concrete images: “shed blood in silence,” “soles of her feet blistering,” “pages filled with ink of pain,” and “pillows are wet in the morning.” These lines create a visceral sense of hardship and endurance. The motif of hope recurs throughout, providing a counterbalance to the pain described.
There are moments where the language becomes abstract or relies on cliché, such as “finds her inner peace” and “believe in love’s magic.” These phrases could be made more specific or original to deepen the emotional impact. The line “I hope one day God text her back” introduces a contemporary metaphor that stands out; it could be developed further or integrated more seamlessly with the poem’s other imagery.
The poem occasionally shifts between tenses and perspectives, which can be disorienting. For example, “I pray one day the pain fades and I’ll taste the sweetness of her sweat” moves from a wish for the mother to a focus on the speaker’s own experience. Clarifying the relationship between the speaker’s hopes for the mother and their own desires would strengthen the poem’s coherence.
The closing lines, “From her bastard son / Me,” introduce a note of self-judgment and vulnerability. This ending is abrupt and could be expanded to explore the speaker’s feelings about their role in the mother’s life. The use of “bastard” is emotionally charged but unexplained; providing context or unpacking this term could add complexity to the poem’s emotional landscape.
Attention to line breaks and punctuation would help clarify meaning and control pacing. Some lines run together or contain grammatical errors (“She nolonger believes in magic”), which can distract from the poem’s emotional core.
Overall, the poem’s emotional honesty and concrete imagery are effective, but greater attention to specificity, structure, and language could further develop its impact.
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John Leslie O'Kelley
2 months 2 weeks ago
Dear Mom
I understand how you feel, at least I feel like I do. No one is the same, but depression is really biological and can be grinding and more than hard! This sounds like a case of mental illness to me. There are meds she might take, but I've found meditation to be my own best recourse to my pain, but often you suffer and can't pull out at all. Until the sun rises, inside of your heart, Never give up on her. She may never be sound, but she'll know that you love her and that says a lot.