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.
cold_fusion
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:51pm
Yesterday 12:51pm
Worry not Mother for i am now home
you were worried
forever
whenever
i was not
in sight
whether am out in the woods
or the neighborhood
be it abode luxurious
or amongst enemies furious
am i truly 'home' there
safe, you meant i guess
or perhaps you meant at peace
may be i should stop trying
conveying the near-misses
the true meaning
of home
oh how i cannot wait
to tell you Mumma
that i have found her
yes dear Mom
i have
found, h o m e.
forever
whenever
i was not
in sight
whether am out in the woods
or the neighborhood
be it abode luxurious
or amongst enemies furious
am i truly 'home' there
safe, you meant i guess
or perhaps you meant at peace
may be i should stop trying
conveying the near-misses
the true meaning
of home
oh how i cannot wait
to tell you Mumma
that i have found her
yes dear Mom
i have
found, h o m e.
#love
#mother
#home
#spiritual
#philosophical
35 reads
5 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 8:05pm
16th Jul 2019 8:05pm
The Illusion of Breaking
From broken paths we merge into one
All things new, beyond the bloodline
Like a mother to another's son
Time is not the healer without love
Our heartstrings weaved together
Like a patch over a tattered tapestry
When I think of you
There is only fondness in my memory
Embraced I find home
Reborn in the heart
Of every broken piece we bring
Mosaic beats of a counterpart
Clarity and color
Like stain-glass
There is beauty in the shatter
Somewhere between
Black and white, of shadow and night
I find home...
All things new, beyond the bloodline
Like a mother to another's son
Time is not the healer without love
Our heartstrings weaved together
Like a patch over a tattered tapestry
When I think of you
There is only fondness in my memory
Embraced I find home
Reborn in the heart
Of every broken piece we bring
Mosaic beats of a counterpart
Clarity and color
Like stain-glass
There is beauty in the shatter
Somewhere between
Black and white, of shadow and night
I find home...
#mother
#motherhood
#family
#birthday
#memories
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0 Comments
iamdaria
saturn
saturn
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 3:04pm
15th Jul 2019 3:04pm
even though
birds in your garden
are still tended to fly,
even though
you don't like their singing
in the morning.
people are still
going to die,
even though
you don't like the idea
of dying.
handsome boys
are still breaking your heart,
even though
you've tried to love again
several times.
your mom
is still cooking your lunch,
even though
you are trying to lose
some weight.
and your favorite person
is still getting lost,
even though ...
are still tended to fly,
even though
you don't like their singing
in the morning.
people are still
going to die,
even though
you don't like the idea
of dying.
handsome boys
are still breaking your heart,
even though
you've tried to love again
several times.
your mom
is still cooking your lunch,
even though
you are trying to lose
some weight.
and your favorite person
is still getting lost,
even though ...
#mother
#heartbroken
#breakup #apathy
#breakup #apathy
18 reads
0 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 9:18pm
9th Jul 2019 9:18pm
Playground
fear of the unnamed
and unknown
I climb inside
and live there
the eight year old girl
hiding behind my
Mama’s strong legs
silently pleading
begging mute
while she pushes me
forward, angry, disappointed
demanding I shrug
my heavy shoulders
into the shy smile
and polite demeanor
she has picked out
for me to wear
my skin recoils
angry nerve endings
in sudden, involuntary protest
fingers reaching for me
cold claws of dread
latching onto my spine
digging...
and unknown
I climb inside
and live there
the eight year old girl
hiding behind my
Mama’s strong legs
silently pleading
begging mute
while she pushes me
forward, angry, disappointed
demanding I shrug
my heavy shoulders
into the shy smile
and polite demeanor
she has picked out
for me to wear
my skin recoils
angry nerve endings
in sudden, involuntary protest
fingers reaching for me
cold claws of dread
latching onto my spine
digging...
#anxiety
#mother
#abuse #Autism
#abuse #Autism
25 reads
4 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 1:19pm
28th Jun 2019 1:19pm
My Father, My mother
He was sunrise
dawn aglow
Crescent smile
Welding life
attuned
to her
She , sunset
in her it began
Forested children
Even now
their hair grows thin
as chest of tree
Leans against
my back
Their branched
hands
still
reaching out
to me
dawn aglow
Crescent smile
Welding life
attuned
to her
She , sunset
in her it began
Forested children
Even now
their hair grows thin
as chest of tree
Leans against
my back
Their branched
hands
still
reaching out
to me
#mother
#father
#memories
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LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 9:16pm
22nd Jun 2019 9:16pm
The power of you
Right right left
Her little pink gloves fly
Keep your guard up
Always look them in the eye
I’m not just doing this to see you fight
I’m training you to be ladies
You don’t need a man
He must earn his spot to call my babies
You won’t need him to fix your car
We got that don’t we girls
He doesn’t have to defend you
Your hooks will rock his world
One day you will want your own
I won’t stand in your way
I want you to be happy no matter what
Daddy loves you always
You smart...
Her little pink gloves fly
Keep your guard up
Always look them in the eye
I’m not just doing this to see you fight
I’m training you to be ladies
You don’t need a man
He must earn his spot to call my babies
You won’t need him to fix your car
We got that don’t we girls
He doesn’t have to defend you
Your hooks will rock his world
One day you will want your own
I won’t stand in your way
I want you to be happy no matter what
Daddy loves you always
You smart...
#mother
#children
#family
#daughter
#responsibility
70 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 1:42pm
22nd Jun 2019 1:42pm
Speaking In Tongues
Long ago, the eyes that peered
from windows, now shattered
by bulldozers, across a field of
mist-filled gullies for how many
years, were legions who would
later tackle and run, and then
eventually disappear, passing
over stones, to flirt and pose for
posterity in the musk of sepia,
gathering young men and boys,
the girls and young women.
Now, at age five, I was with my
mother on a pilgrimage, to
where her grandmother had
lived across from the high
school, teaching Latin & Music.
...
from windows, now shattered
by bulldozers, across a field of
mist-filled gullies for how many
years, were legions who would
later tackle and run, and then
eventually disappear, passing
over stones, to flirt and pose for
posterity in the musk of sepia,
gathering young men and boys,
the girls and young women.
Now, at age five, I was with my
mother on a pilgrimage, to
where her grandmother had
lived across from the high
school, teaching Latin & Music.
...
#mother
#childhood
#family
#death
#memories
79 reads
8 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 6:00am
21st Jun 2019 6:00am
Fashionista! #11: All Cats Are Tigers After Dark
It’s when all cats are tigers after dark.
With tip o’ tail that’s flicking from a nap,
Before I let her play in Central Park,
The little one who stretches on my lap.
She does just like I do in dark of night,
It’s when all cats are tigers after dark.
The mount’d cops all turn to fight or flight
I watch her bite & one less dog to bark.
My little cub just asked me, for a lark,
If she could have a dog or was that rude.
It’s when all cats are tigers after dark,
They have a knack of playing with their food. ...
With tip o’ tail that’s flicking from a nap,
Before I let her play in Central Park,
The little one who stretches on my lap.
She does just like I do in dark of night,
It’s when all cats are tigers after dark.
The mount’d cops all turn to fight or flight
I watch her bite & one less dog to bark.
My little cub just asked me, for a lark,
If she could have a dog or was that rude.
It’s when all cats are tigers after dark,
They have a knack of playing with their food. ...
#love
#mother
#city
#night
#daughter
56 reads
11 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 1:28pm
11th Jun 2019 1:28pm
Open Up
my soul is open
with each heartfelt
thought and emotion
about lost loved ones,
gone from my life
but still in my
heart and memory,
it is a
saddened happiness
that fills me.
with each heartfelt
thought and emotion
about lost loved ones,
gone from my life
but still in my
heart and memory,
it is a
saddened happiness
that fills me.
#mother
#father
#family
#memories
#separation
79 reads
5 Comments
Pauciloquent
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 2:19am
10th Jun 2019 2:19am
Build a Home
#mother
#LifeStruggles
#home #healing
#home #healing
60 reads
2 Comments
Idontgiveafk
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 3:00pm
5th Jun 2019 3:00pm
My new mother.
All i have is my friends
and my father
I grew up without
my mother
Her and I
We got into a fight
now I'm disowned
and I see a light
My father said she lies
in which i found out
he wasn't lying
years of it I shut out
She has been in my life
for the last five years
and for those five she
lied through her teeth
One of my fathers friends
she was my "mother"
Treated me like shit
but because she loved me
I realized this now
17 years it took though
She never...
and my father
I grew up without
my mother
Her and I
We got into a fight
now I'm disowned
and I see a light
My father said she lies
in which i found out
he wasn't lying
years of it I shut out
She has been in my life
for the last five years
and for those five she
lied through her teeth
One of my fathers friends
she was my "mother"
Treated me like shit
but because she loved me
I realized this now
17 years it took though
She never...
#mother
#lies
#betrayal #son
#betrayal #son
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0 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 1:42am
4th Jun 2019 1:42am
Sundowner
( after Sharon Olds )
The days have been passing by
endless, or so it seems to me.
I have all the time in the world,
but not for myself. As one’s powers
ebb and slow to a sluggish creep,
until I discover a curious
self-satisfaction of autonomy:
not obligated to givIng reasons
for those who expect answers to
placate a guilty conscience
when it’s my business.
Like one’s mother, who has now
taken what seems is a final turn.
Not able to walk. In a special bed
with...
The days have been passing by
endless, or so it seems to me.
I have all the time in the world,
but not for myself. As one’s powers
ebb and slow to a sluggish creep,
until I discover a curious
self-satisfaction of autonomy:
not obligated to givIng reasons
for those who expect answers to
placate a guilty conscience
when it’s my business.
Like one’s mother, who has now
taken what seems is a final turn.
Not able to walk. In a special bed
with...
#mother
#sun
#MentalHealth #daughter
#MentalHealth #daughter
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12 Comments
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