Mother's Day Poems
#MothersDay
Celebrate Mother's Day, the special day dedicated to mothers. Mother's Day poetry about childhood memories and a mother's love. Here you'll find poems thanking our mothers for all they have done for us, along with poems for moms who are no longer with us.
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AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
9th May 2021 6:16pm
9th May 2021 6:16pm
Find Yuh Madda
Skirt Madda
Pants Madda
Jamaica Madda
France Madda
Good Madda
Bad Madda
Sane Madda
Mad Madda
Old Madda
Young Madda
Timid Madda
Bold Madda
Soft Madda
Tough Madda
Smooth Madda
Rough Madda
Bless Madda
Curse Madda
Best Madda
Worst Madda
Fat Madda
Slim Madda
Pleasant Madda
Grim Madda
Floor Madda
Couch Madda
Purse Madda
Pouch Madda
Smash Madda
Pass Madda
Breast Madda
Ass Madda
Badda Madda ...
Pants Madda
Jamaica Madda
France Madda
Good Madda
Bad Madda
Sane Madda
Mad Madda
Old Madda
Young Madda
Timid Madda
Bold Madda
Soft Madda
Tough Madda
Smooth Madda
Rough Madda
Bless Madda
Curse Madda
Best Madda
Worst Madda
Fat Madda
Slim Madda
Pleasant Madda
Grim Madda
Floor Madda
Couch Madda
Purse Madda
Pouch Madda
Smash Madda
Pass Madda
Breast Madda
Ass Madda
Badda Madda ...
#mother
#MothersDay
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
9th May 2021 4:55am
9th May 2021 4:55am
Oceans Of Praise
Provided our protection since conception
As your umbilical trickled down nutrition
Parturition transitioned us into the world
Admiration started when we were furled
Curled up in the pit of your loving arms
Where you vowed to keep us safe from harm
With maternal charm, you wooed our hearts
Sending our love for you through the charts
You give heart to hearts whenever they're needed
Never forsaking when guidance ain't heeded
We're hard headed; thinking we know it all
But you don't hesitate to catch when we fall
...
As your umbilical trickled down nutrition
Parturition transitioned us into the world
Admiration started when we were furled
Curled up in the pit of your loving arms
Where you vowed to keep us safe from harm
With maternal charm, you wooed our hearts
Sending our love for you through the charts
You give heart to hearts whenever they're needed
Never forsaking when guidance ain't heeded
We're hard headed; thinking we know it all
But you don't hesitate to catch when we fall
...
#love
#MothersDay
#admiration
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
8th May 2021 3:14pm
8th May 2021 3:14pm
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
HISTORY
The celebrating of Mother's Day
can be traced back to ancient Greece
and the celebration of the Goddess Rhea;
made popular in the U.S.A back in 1868,
signed as a national day of observance
back in 1914 by President Wilson.
I can't speak for anyone else
relative to honoring mothers;
sadly some hate their mothers,
some have sad memories,
and millions worship, adore,
love and respect their mother.
Regardless, we all have one
thing in common: We were
birth from a mother. How things
have...
The celebrating of Mother's Day
can be traced back to ancient Greece
and the celebration of the Goddess Rhea;
made popular in the U.S.A back in 1868,
signed as a national day of observance
back in 1914 by President Wilson.
I can't speak for anyone else
relative to honoring mothers;
sadly some hate their mothers,
some have sad memories,
and millions worship, adore,
love and respect their mother.
Regardless, we all have one
thing in common: We were
birth from a mother. How things
have...
#MothersDay
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shannonJane
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 00:59am
28th Apr 2021 00:59am
Morning kisses
How do I say this when I'm mourning , how can I be positive and say I'm not the same anymore.
The girl you want or long for has gone , I don't know where.
But she is scared , silent and exhausted.
I'm pretty sure she's kinda dead or dying , I can't get words out of her.
Trust me I've been trying , for you , for myself.
Yet something is missing and I am gone.
Something has travelled , dissapered , took her bag packed and gone.
One to many missed stops or one to many wrong turns on the way.
Always...
The girl you want or long for has gone , I don't know where.
But she is scared , silent and exhausted.
I'm pretty sure she's kinda dead or dying , I can't get words out of her.
Trust me I've been trying , for you , for myself.
Yet something is missing and I am gone.
Something has travelled , dissapered , took her bag packed and gone.
One to many missed stops or one to many wrong turns on the way.
Always...
#MothersDay
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 1:16am
18th Jan 2021 1:16am
How The Whole World Will Come To LOVE THE RUSSIANS !!
Before the world loves the Russians, it will HATE them!!
Here's why:
First, Russia will bomb America and prevent us from launching our retaliatory strike !!
(For our military computers have been HACKED by Russia !!
And our software has been ruined !!).
Second, Russia will overrun Western Europe in a single week.
Bombing 3 nations will be enuff to intimidate all of Europe into immediately surrendering (Daniel 7.8).
So at that point, the world will totally HATE Russia !!
Next, Russia invades Israel to "liberate Palestine"...
Here's why:
First, Russia will bomb America and prevent us from launching our retaliatory strike !!
(For our military computers have been HACKED by Russia !!
And our software has been ruined !!).
Second, Russia will overrun Western Europe in a single week.
Bombing 3 nations will be enuff to intimidate all of Europe into immediately surrendering (Daniel 7.8).
So at that point, the world will totally HATE Russia !!
Next, Russia invades Israel to "liberate Palestine"...
#Easter
#MothersDay
#apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Dec 2020 9:09am
14th Dec 2020 9:09am
a dying friend
My dying friend
Today I met a friend
at the local café.
He had lost wight
his days were numbered.
No, he was not
afraid of death
it held no promises
of everlasting life.
I feared he might
say something stupid
as forgiving
his enemy, why should he?
Or say I love
to someone
he didn´t love,
because it was expected.
His hopes were
to be left alone
in a room and only
talk to his past
and perhaps laugh
a little,
Life had for him
Always been ridiculous
Today I met a friend
at the local café.
He had lost wight
his days were numbered.
No, he was not
afraid of death
it held no promises
of everlasting life.
I feared he might
say something stupid
as forgiving
his enemy, why should he?
Or say I love
to someone
he didn´t love,
because it was expected.
His hopes were
to be left alone
in a room and only
talk to his past
and perhaps laugh
a little,
Life had for him
Always been ridiculous
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
11th Dec 2020 1:12pm
11th Dec 2020 1:12pm
SALVATION Re-examined
There are 3 parts or phases to salvation:
(1)Justification,(2)sanctification,(3)glorification.
Justification comes first, then
sanctification, then finally, glorification.
Now, justification is that PART of salvation which a free gift, "the gift of God."
But sanctification, surprisingly, is NOT a free gift.
It's a matter of WORKS !!
As Ephesians says, "we are made for good works, to walk in them."
These good works don't come AFTER salvation - they are PART of it.
How can I justify my claim that JUSTIFICATION is a free gift,
while...
(1)Justification,(2)sanctification,(3)glorification.
Justification comes first, then
sanctification, then finally, glorification.
Now, justification is that PART of salvation which a free gift, "the gift of God."
But sanctification, surprisingly, is NOT a free gift.
It's a matter of WORKS !!
As Ephesians says, "we are made for good works, to walk in them."
These good works don't come AFTER salvation - they are PART of it.
How can I justify my claim that JUSTIFICATION is a free gift,
while...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 4:49pm
9th Sep 2020 4:49pm
GreatCommunications&Confessions(of'dkzk), Volume ???.6 /
Sorry, no alcohol at all since last Sept 15, 2019.
And then, there's The Sobriety Marathon, 1987-2015.
In 2015 I decided to "treat myself" to trying all them craft beers that were not in existence when started 28 year sobriety "binge".
I was in another near year of sobriety when Leah died. I maintained sobriety for a month or two afterward, but then went back on my world beer tour.
Sept 15 was the stupidest day of my so-called Life. And it was triggered by an EXPLOSION of grief in the parking lot of the neighborhood grocery. I had picked up the mail before...
And then, there's The Sobriety Marathon, 1987-2015.
In 2015 I decided to "treat myself" to trying all them craft beers that were not in existence when started 28 year sobriety "binge".
I was in another near year of sobriety when Leah died. I maintained sobriety for a month or two afterward, but then went back on my world beer tour.
Sept 15 was the stupidest day of my so-called Life. And it was triggered by an EXPLOSION of grief in the parking lot of the neighborhood grocery. I had picked up the mail before...
#MothersDay
#FathersDay
#alcohol
#LifeChangingMoment
#prison
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 7:32am
2nd Sep 2020 7:32am
togetherness
Togetherness
It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new
battery for my reserve heart and have to do
with my damaged heart.
My feet are swollen challenging to walk, but drove
my wife to the cemetery and the ashes of
my wife´s brother was placed beside his
mother´s coffin
I was driven there an uphill walk got a lift.
Nene, his name, rests beside his mother, he was
her favourite son both words together on a glass door
it was a touching moment.
Drove my wife home slept for two hours and...
It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new
battery for my reserve heart and have to do
with my damaged heart.
My feet are swollen challenging to walk, but drove
my wife to the cemetery and the ashes of
my wife´s brother was placed beside his
mother´s coffin
I was driven there an uphill walk got a lift.
Nene, his name, rests beside his mother, he was
her favourite son both words together on a glass door
it was a touching moment.
Drove my wife home slept for two hours and...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay
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joeborg
Poem Published
11th May 2020 6:36am
11th May 2020 6:36am
moms day
I wish a happy mother's day
To the flowering bloom of may,
More wonder as it gets
Astounder than sun sets,
You are my joy and pride
A one that can't divide,
The rush out of the crush
throbbing thoughts mixed in a slush,
I' d love to send you flowers
A bouquet full of colours,
to show how much i love
My angel from above.
To the flowering bloom of may,
More wonder as it gets
Astounder than sun sets,
You are my joy and pride
A one that can't divide,
The rush out of the crush
throbbing thoughts mixed in a slush,
I' d love to send you flowers
A bouquet full of colours,
to show how much i love
My angel from above.
#motivational
#MothersDay
#uplifting
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th May 2020 11:08pm
10th May 2020 11:08pm
Freely Loved (for DUP mothers)
No one should
a mother’s prisoner
or fellow inmate
As a mother to my
kids I say
I could live happily
as a mother
knowing it was
your choice to be
at home
with me
for all the mothers
stuck at home
with ingrates
much love
and sympathy
💖💖💖💖💖
a mother’s prisoner
or fellow inmate
As a mother to my
kids I say
I could live happily
as a mother
knowing it was
your choice to be
at home
with me
for all the mothers
stuck at home
with ingrates
much love
and sympathy
💖💖💖💖💖
#MothersDay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:02pm
10th May 2020 6:02pm
Sacrifice
When I was five years old my mother left me…
With my grandmother so she could come to the land of opportunity,
And though some would think this was abandonment,
It was really a sacrifice she made to obtain a better life for me.
In those formative years when I was raised by my grandmother,
Who was small in size but larger than life with her personality,
Grandma taught me the meaning of respect and the ways of the Lord,
I called her my mother too out of sheer love and propriety.
And for four years my mother worked her fingers to the bone, ...
With my grandmother so she could come to the land of opportunity,
And though some would think this was abandonment,
It was really a sacrifice she made to obtain a better life for me.
In those formative years when I was raised by my grandmother,
Who was small in size but larger than life with her personality,
Grandma taught me the meaning of respect and the ways of the Lord,
I called her my mother too out of sheer love and propriety.
And for four years my mother worked her fingers to the bone, ...
#love
#parent
#motherhood #MothersDay
#motherhood #MothersDay
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