Poems about Mother
#mother
Here you'll find poems about relationships with mother. Depicting a relationship that's sometimes difficult, other times beautiful and sentimental. A huge range of emotions displayed through poetry about mother.
IfTheseWingsCould
Poem Published
Today 3:07am
Today 3:07am
Mother
I walk with mother,
Silently beneath trees.
As one of her beloved daughters,
Full of rebellion & curiosity.
Surely she gently laughs
as my eyes come alive
to the sight of butterfly wings.
Or as I trace the bark, with my fingertips,
of each passing tree.
I know the feeling of her tug,
as she beseeches my heart
to seek
to understand
her timeless melodies.
Oh, beautiful mother,
Whom...
Silently beneath trees.
As one of her beloved daughters,
Full of rebellion & curiosity.
Surely she gently laughs
as my eyes come alive
to the sight of butterfly wings.
Or as I trace the bark, with my fingertips,
of each passing tree.
I know the feeling of her tug,
as she beseeches my heart
to seek
to understand
her timeless melodies.
Oh, beautiful mother,
Whom...
#hope
#mother
#birth #nature
#birth #nature
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Wired6
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 5:03pm
15th Jan 2022 5:03pm
WANNABE!
You see-- You do see. Don't you? She's mine. She's always been mine. My property.
You casually announce you want full custody--
Well,I say. Fuck you! Now's who the fool.
Yeah you're right,let's take this 2 court.
Where you'll see my daughter deserves 2 live with me.
Not you!
No,no. Not you. But me.
You've never been there for her or me.
As for being
a world class dad--
You haven't got a clue what being a dad is all about.
So,fuck you.
In court you'll surely lose.
And my daughter,with me,I'll have custody. ...
You casually announce you want full custody--
Well,I say. Fuck you! Now's who the fool.
Yeah you're right,let's take this 2 court.
Where you'll see my daughter deserves 2 live with me.
Not you!
No,no. Not you. But me.
You've never been there for her or me.
As for being
a world class dad--
You haven't got a clue what being a dad is all about.
So,fuck you.
In court you'll surely lose.
And my daughter,with me,I'll have custody. ...
#mother
#responsibility
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Jan 2022 4:14pm
13th Jan 2022 4:14pm
"Itty Bitty Pye Da"
For Chelsea
I know an adorable little girl name Chelsea.
She’s the daughter of a friend of mine.
The little girl loves me so much.
She loves me more than she loves her real father.
Her love for me is unbelievable.
Nobody has ever seen anything like this.
I can’t even begin to express the way I love her.
She gets so excited when she sees me.
Her little feet move so fast when she’s capering.
She told everyone that I was her daddy.
How I wish her words were true.
I hope jealousy of me hasn’t filled her dad’s heart.
...
I know an adorable little girl name Chelsea.
She’s the daughter of a friend of mine.
The little girl loves me so much.
She loves me more than she loves her real father.
Her love for me is unbelievable.
Nobody has ever seen anything like this.
I can’t even begin to express the way I love her.
She gets so excited when she sees me.
Her little feet move so fast when she’s capering.
She told everyone that I was her daddy.
How I wish her words were true.
I hope jealousy of me hasn’t filled her dad’s heart.
...
#love
#mother
#father
#daughter
#hurt
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
11th Jan 2022 11:38pm
11th Jan 2022 11:38pm
Parenting
Parenting
I can't nestle
in my mother's haze hips,
ask her what's next,
edge my tongue up
to those gibbous eyes
as tears bestow
Circe's wisdom,
additionally curing
dehydration,
seedlings sprouting
in the substrate,
mottling ground
in adoring fever
and I can't find my father
in closets of unaddressed love notes,
eggs that crack open
on yolkfuls of unknowing.
I can't ask anyone
for answers to questions
that reduce me to
a migraine
drenched in the daze
of direct dawnlight ...
I can't nestle
in my mother's haze hips,
ask her what's next,
edge my tongue up
to those gibbous eyes
as tears bestow
Circe's wisdom,
additionally curing
dehydration,
seedlings sprouting
in the substrate,
mottling ground
in adoring fever
and I can't find my father
in closets of unaddressed love notes,
eggs that crack open
on yolkfuls of unknowing.
I can't ask anyone
for answers to questions
that reduce me to
a migraine
drenched in the daze
of direct dawnlight ...
#mother
#childhood
#identity
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2022 8:04am
2nd Jan 2022 8:04am
The Symbol of Anise
The symbol of anise.
I'm well aware I don't deserve humans,
floods of gloom spill as tar
from plucked string bones,
sticks to their feathers,
blurs wide, round eyes.
The nurture part was missing,
heart still tethered
to a place in her dark womb.
You don't seem to know,
no one seems to know,
or forgives me without understanding,
the consequences of too long
by my side,
perhaps I'm glad
I can't envelope you wholely,
perhaps I'm glad our time melts,
wait 'til it refreezes,
thaws again
as it...
I'm well aware I don't deserve humans,
floods of gloom spill as tar
from plucked string bones,
sticks to their feathers,
blurs wide, round eyes.
The nurture part was missing,
heart still tethered
to a place in her dark womb.
You don't seem to know,
no one seems to know,
or forgives me without understanding,
the consequences of too long
by my side,
perhaps I'm glad
I can't envelope you wholely,
perhaps I'm glad our time melts,
wait 'til it refreezes,
thaws again
as it...
#love
#mother
#home
#moon
#emotions
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cabcool
Poem Published
31st Dec 2021 9:46pm
31st Dec 2021 9:46pm
maternal footprints
the day my mother died
“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.” William Penn
one hundred seven years
five months
one week
one day;
God knows how many hours
and minutes
and seconds
before her life-clock stopped.
now shed i longing tears
whose fonts
i seek
that they
may nourish timeless show'rs,
off limits.
life beckons
yet nought would i have swopped.
© Copyright 2021 December 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.” William Penn
one hundred seven years
five months
one week
one day;
God knows how many hours
and minutes
and seconds
before her life-clock stopped.
now shed i longing tears
whose fonts
i seek
that they
may nourish timeless show'rs,
off limits.
life beckons
yet nought would i have swopped.
© Copyright 2021 December 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#grief
#mother
#family
#memorial
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Sundaegirl
Poem Published
24th Dec 2021 1:14am
24th Dec 2021 1:14am
Letter I’ll never send M
Letter I will never send mum
You wanted an abortion but it was too late
then you wanted me to be a boy
I’m a girl
then you took in two other children
and left me to be looked after by whoever would do it
When I was ill it was not you I reached for
when i called you mummy you would look disgusted
and say don’t call me that
When I was exposed to disgusting things
and I told someone you told me that didn’t happen even though you knew that it had and probably worse had happened
and now I have lost years of memory most...
You wanted an abortion but it was too late
then you wanted me to be a boy
I’m a girl
then you took in two other children
and left me to be looked after by whoever would do it
When I was ill it was not you I reached for
when i called you mummy you would look disgusted
and say don’t call me that
When I was exposed to disgusting things
and I told someone you told me that didn’t happen even though you knew that it had and probably worse had happened
and now I have lost years of memory most...
#mother
#abuse
#hurt #manipulation
#hurt #manipulation
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KnightHawk
Michael N
Michael N
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 00:43am
22nd Dec 2021 00:43am
Mother's Life
You are the apple of your mothers eyes
You are the reason she is still alive
Drugs almost took her life before
But now she don’t do drugs no more
Now your all that she thinks about
Your the one she can’t be without
She’s trying her best to raise you right
She wants the best things for you in life
Some times she may be hard on you
Just remember she loves you
She doesn’t want you to finish her old life
She doesn’t want you to be the one to die
You are the reason she is still alive
Drugs almost took her life before
But now she don’t do drugs no more
Now your all that she thinks about
Your the one she can’t be without
She’s trying her best to raise you right
She wants the best things for you in life
Some times she may be hard on you
Just remember she loves you
She doesn’t want you to finish her old life
She doesn’t want you to be the one to die
#love
#mother
#children
#addiction
#SelfDiscovery
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TourettesGuy
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 00:12am
22nd Dec 2021 00:12am
Christmas without Mom
December brings us holidays,
with new hopes for a better new year.
We wish our friends and neighbours well,
and give them Christmas cheer.
I knew this day would come,
as everyone passes away,
but you went too soon, wasn't ready then,
and I'm certainly not today.
We hung the stockings you made for us,
and we the decorated the tree.
The children iced the Christmas cookies,
following their grandma's recipe.
It looks the same as when I was young,
but something is amiss,
with you not here, how...
with new hopes for a better new year.
We wish our friends and neighbours well,
and give them Christmas cheer.
I knew this day would come,
as everyone passes away,
but you went too soon, wasn't ready then,
and I'm certainly not today.
We hung the stockings you made for us,
and we the decorated the tree.
The children iced the Christmas cookies,
following their grandma's recipe.
It looks the same as when I was young,
but something is amiss,
with you not here, how...
#grief
#mother
#death #Christmas
#death #Christmas
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
18th Dec 2021 8:05pm
18th Dec 2021 8:05pm
Are You Kidding?
As soon as we got
to our new home, we looked at
Mom and asked "Are you kidding?"
to our new home, we looked at
Mom and asked "Are you kidding?"
#mother
#home
#environment
#fiction
#dialogue
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Wired6
Poem Published
16th Dec 2021 10:45pm
16th Dec 2021 10:45pm
He's Positively UnProcessed Grown.
Why do u treat him like a Naughty little boy,
Five, or worse, Four!
He's a
Grown----- Grown----- Grown---- Grown----- Grown----- Grown-----
M-----_----_-
-----A
-----------N--------------------_--_--NOT A PIECE OF PROCESSED HAM!------------.
Five, or worse, Four!
He's a
Grown----- Grown----- Grown---- Grown----- Grown----- Grown-----
M-----_----_-
-----A
-----------N--------------------_--_--NOT A PIECE OF PROCESSED HAM!------------.
#mother
#son
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
14th Dec 2021 7:38pm
14th Dec 2021 7:38pm
In Observance of Cole Slaw
My Mom made great cole slaw
Fresh ingredients
Chopped perfectly
Consistency right on
I was always thrilled when she made it
Told her often how much I liked it
She didn’t make it often
But when she did ….
Only 2 places equal hers
One is across the street
I don’t try to compare anymore
Just look to the heavens and smile
Fresh ingredients
Chopped perfectly
Consistency right on
I was always thrilled when she made it
Told her often how much I liked it
She didn’t make it often
But when she did ….
Only 2 places equal hers
One is across the street
I don’t try to compare anymore
Just look to the heavens and smile
#love
#mother
#parent
#family
#memories
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