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.
cloventongue89
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:35am
Yesterday 10:35am
Blowing Out Stars
Lost for what is out of my hands
These dreams that can't come true
Every tear I cry is a wordless prayer
When sadness accompanies every joyful memory of you
Every day I lose you again
Ethereal letters written
Sent care of heaven from my heart
Piece by piece I utter longing
What I would give to go back to the start
Love feels as freedom and yet entrapment
When death finds us an existence away
What is trauma but the translated torment of imagination
I can't bring you back no matter what I say
Is my faith hostage...
These dreams that can't come true
Every tear I cry is a wordless prayer
When sadness accompanies every joyful memory of you
Every day I lose you again
Ethereal letters written
Sent care of heaven from my heart
Piece by piece I utter longing
What I would give to go back to the start
Love feels as freedom and yet entrapment
When death finds us an existence away
What is trauma but the translated torment of imagination
I can't bring you back no matter what I say
Is my faith hostage...
#sadness
#love
#mother
#death
#cancer
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2 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2021 00:37am
2nd Oct 2021 00:37am
Born
A soul of scars
A life of pain
And here i am
The one to break
To break the news
To break the chain
To break the pattern
That i too make
To make the change
To change the make
And model anew
This wasted time
To grow off the vine
And sever bloodline
Can't rewind the name
A life of pain
And here i am
The one to break
To break the news
To break the chain
To break the pattern
That i too make
To make the change
To change the make
And model anew
This wasted time
To grow off the vine
And sever bloodline
Can't rewind the name
#mother
#family
#son
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1 Comment
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 5:28pm
1st Oct 2021 5:28pm
Umbilical Leash
#dark
#mother
#heartbroken
55 reads
1 Comment
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 5:02pm
1st Oct 2021 5:02pm
Life Lessons
Last evening my son and i were laying in bed
He was watching his Tablet and I was watching Chicago P.D.
A cop show a man beating a women to the point of knocking out
So wrapped up in it until my son utters "Mommy why did that man hit that lady?"
Stunned and confused what are the right words to say
He's so observant for only being the age of four
Bud this is just a television show meant to entertain
It isnt real but sometimes men do hurt women that way
Tate baby, you must never hit a women not ever
Even if you are mad at her you never take...
He was watching his Tablet and I was watching Chicago P.D.
A cop show a man beating a women to the point of knocking out
So wrapped up in it until my son utters "Mommy why did that man hit that lady?"
Stunned and confused what are the right words to say
He's so observant for only being the age of four
Bud this is just a television show meant to entertain
It isnt real but sometimes men do hurt women that way
Tate baby, you must never hit a women not ever
Even if you are mad at her you never take...
#mother
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#son
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2 Comments
MadameLavender
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 3:06pm
26th Sep 2021 3:06pm
Probabilities
It's not probable that
the air will ever be fully cleared;
attempts were met with defense
and stories--
Ah, the stories ....
Remembrances , embellished
to fit narratives into more drama
than they actually had.
Some were purposeful.
Recent ones were probably
effects of age on mind and memory.
It is probable that I will cry, someday
at your funeral --
it's a requirement on the mourning checklist .
I may cry for myself, too
because my need for human contact
comes with an expiration...
the air will ever be fully cleared;
attempts were met with defense
and stories--
Ah, the stories ....
Remembrances , embellished
to fit narratives into more drama
than they actually had.
Some were purposeful.
Recent ones were probably
effects of age on mind and memory.
It is probable that I will cry, someday
at your funeral --
it's a requirement on the mourning checklist .
I may cry for myself, too
because my need for human contact
comes with an expiration...
#mother
38 reads
4 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 12:45pm
26th Sep 2021 12:45pm
LOVE IS A BOTTLE
the flat hum
of nothing
he promised --
days strung
together
bottle to bottle
'til ain't nobody
going to hire the girl
but christ knows
she's got to have
some pleasure, too
him gone,
goddamn loser
and fuckin' kids
want
want
want
and need this
and that
so keep the tipple hid
and nip it
warm and sweet
as baby's kisses,
the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass
of nothing
he promised --
days strung
together
bottle to bottle
'til ain't nobody
going to hire the girl
but christ knows
she's got to have
some pleasure, too
him gone,
goddamn loser
and fuckin' kids
want
want
want
and need this
and that
so keep the tipple hid
and nip it
warm and sweet
as baby's kisses,
the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass
#mother
#addiction
60 reads
10 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 6:00pm
16th Sep 2021 6:00pm
TRUE BLUE
Waking up everyday
Wearing the uniform
To serve and protect
Reporting for duty
Investigating complaints, crimes and other incidents to keep the communities safe
However not everybody with a badge treats it with the honour it truly deserves
Those criminals in the force destroy the work of those good few who are still left
To the point where people look at them with mistrust
Never able to speak out even when in distress
Letting all sort of things slide
While handling this and that on the sly
When a mother saw her son join these...
Wearing the uniform
To serve and protect
Reporting for duty
Investigating complaints, crimes and other incidents to keep the communities safe
However not everybody with a badge treats it with the honour it truly deserves
Those criminals in the force destroy the work of those good few who are still left
To the point where people look at them with mistrust
Never able to speak out even when in distress
Letting all sort of things slide
While handling this and that on the sly
When a mother saw her son join these...
#sadness
#mother
#death
#emptiness
#son
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4 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 5:11am
16th Sep 2021 5:11am
For Mom
To hear my mother’s song again,
And rocked a-bye from the cradle
To reach up and touch her hair
Hugged by the angel of my life.
When it was only myself and her
to spend my childhood days
Made the golden memories
that I shall never trade
Sunrises and sunsets
walking through the parks
And rocked a-bye from the cradle
To reach up and touch her hair
Hugged by the angel of my life.
When it was only myself and her
to spend my childhood days
Made the golden memories
that I shall never trade
Sunrises and sunsets
walking through the parks
#mother
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KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 11:30pm
9th Sep 2021 11:30pm
Salty diamonds of her soul
I so want to decorate her dreams
To restore the vibrance of her desires, faded colors
Revive her faith in a bright future
And life, at least for some time
Maybe then I will smooth out the wrinkles
Flaws on the skin, faith and happiness
But how can I have time to do all this
After all time is merciless, quickly flies
Spiritual wounds, injections of pain
Have turned reminders of life into illness
How can I cure her from adversity
So that wellness can flow through the veins again
I want to return the radiance of her...
To restore the vibrance of her desires, faded colors
Revive her faith in a bright future
And life, at least for some time
Maybe then I will smooth out the wrinkles
Flaws on the skin, faith and happiness
But how can I have time to do all this
After all time is merciless, quickly flies
Spiritual wounds, injections of pain
Have turned reminders of life into illness
How can I cure her from adversity
So that wellness can flow through the veins again
I want to return the radiance of her...
#mother
#ILoveYou
#illness
#despair
#emptiness
251 reads
38 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 00:46am
9th Sep 2021 00:46am
Ivy
Thought it was impossible
Maybe even debatable
that a mothers love could grow
Since it's inevitable
I wrote this song
'cause I wanted you to know
My love's like ivy
Growing higher
than the tallest tree
My love's like ivy
Imperfect vines sprouting
hundreds of leaves
My heartbeat goes on
even when I'm gone.
My heartbeat goes on
when you play this song
Few years have gone by
my beautiful baby girl
Had to teach you to be strong
in this cold frozen world
My little queen ...
Maybe even debatable
that a mothers love could grow
Since it's inevitable
I wrote this song
'cause I wanted you to know
My love's like ivy
Growing higher
than the tallest tree
My love's like ivy
Imperfect vines sprouting
hundreds of leaves
My heartbeat goes on
even when I'm gone.
My heartbeat goes on
when you play this song
Few years have gone by
my beautiful baby girl
Had to teach you to be strong
in this cold frozen world
My little queen ...
#love
#mother
#children #daughter
#children #daughter
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11 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 4:32pm
8th Sep 2021 4:32pm
Mother
Humdrum drumming rain
On your pane
And the pain
You won't explain
You shut me out your life
I sit in sunlight
Yet totally in the dark
Too far from your heart
Yet always in your eyes
Scrutinized, criticized
Like I'm never right
You call me dramatic
But I'm just frantic
To be loved, to be free
Mother don't you see
That I want to run away
From our pain?
On your pane
And the pain
You won't explain
You shut me out your life
I sit in sunlight
Yet totally in the dark
Too far from your heart
Yet always in your eyes
Scrutinized, criticized
Like I'm never right
You call me dramatic
But I'm just frantic
To be loved, to be free
Mother don't you see
That I want to run away
From our pain?
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#mother
#daughter
56 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 7:56pm
2nd Sep 2021 7:56pm
Popping
In 2018 I saw my Mother,
hair gummidged and greased,
body deflated,
glass confined
whilst consulting with the nurse,
stomach in throat,
throat all abandoned.
I'd been so sure,
decided I was fully grown,
well rooted
yet there
face to face with wires, machines,
dancing about her body
as delapidated mansion Virginia,
I was seven,
her turtledove hands
in my hands,
her mouth painting pictures,
he'd inched
into her sanctuary,
made soot
where there'd been snow,
and you know, ...
hair gummidged and greased,
body deflated,
glass confined
whilst consulting with the nurse,
stomach in throat,
throat all abandoned.
I'd been so sure,
decided I was fully grown,
well rooted
yet there
face to face with wires, machines,
dancing about her body
as delapidated mansion Virginia,
I was seven,
her turtledove hands
in my hands,
her mouth painting pictures,
he'd inched
into her sanctuary,
made soot
where there'd been snow,
and you know, ...
#mother
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