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.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 1:58pm
1st Jul 2020 1:58pm
Eyes Of Possibility
Do you see me as I see you?
Just look at me seriously for a while
Picture me as your husband
Can you see us starting a family?
It is a prospect, not an illusion
Think how wonderful it will be
I am standing here looking at you
I see life with eyes of possibility
My son is growing inside you
You are a respectful and caring mom
I am a loving and helpful dad
And here is our blushing little girl
Open your mind’s eye and imagine
We can turn fantasies into reality
You love me and I love you
Of course we make a...
Just look at me seriously for a while
Picture me as your husband
Can you see us starting a family?
It is a prospect, not an illusion
Think how wonderful it will be
I am standing here looking at you
I see life with eyes of possibility
My son is growing inside you
You are a respectful and caring mom
I am a loving and helpful dad
And here is our blushing little girl
Open your mind’s eye and imagine
We can turn fantasies into reality
You love me and I love you
Of course we make a...
#love
#mother
#father
#dreams
#son
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Meridian
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 10:00am
1st Jul 2020 10:00am
She was sunrise
I've never been the same since she died. Ever since I look at things differently like as if I'm looking from a shell at a world around me. Mostly observing
Not interacting. Just kinda coasting. It takes a lot of energy to hide the pain.
She was there even when I was a jerk. Which during high school was a lot.
I'm grateful for the chance to make things right during her last 9 months.
There was a lot of misunderstandings and resentments throughout the years.
Some people don't get that chance. By the end she was the closest person to me. Every chance I get I stop by her...
Not interacting. Just kinda coasting. It takes a lot of energy to hide the pain.
She was there even when I was a jerk. Which during high school was a lot.
I'm grateful for the chance to make things right during her last 9 months.
There was a lot of misunderstandings and resentments throughout the years.
Some people don't get that chance. By the end she was the closest person to me. Every chance I get I stop by her...
#mother
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 5:47am
27th Jun 2020 5:47am
Nuevo Laredo - Rewrite
Nuevo Laredo
Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.
Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
Mother’s milk-less breasts grieve
In prophetic yearning for son’s rebirth
My beloved’s heartbeats are a pulsar
As her soul synchronizes
With the celestial harmony
Of maternal love...
Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.
Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
Mother’s milk-less breasts grieve
In prophetic yearning for son’s rebirth
My beloved’s heartbeats are a pulsar
As her soul synchronizes
With the celestial harmony
Of maternal love...
#love
#mother
#children
#food
#homelessness
33 reads
4 Comments
silent_sound
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 9:34am
25th Jun 2020 9:34am
..devotion..
.mother..
..my fiercest lightning storm teacher..
..your gale force winds full of broken glass..
..your words spit nails crucified my youngest heart..
..pulsating lamb guts on a giant cross..
..loving you is a pitiful crawl barefoot across an ocean of crackling slicing lava coals..
...the weight you carried..
..your own young lamb quivering in the darkest rotting bog..
..i know this lineage burden well..
..skinless with no shelter in a world of salted rains..
..custom tailored terror..
..and so it is..
..there it is.. ...
..my fiercest lightning storm teacher..
..your gale force winds full of broken glass..
..your words spit nails crucified my youngest heart..
..pulsating lamb guts on a giant cross..
..loving you is a pitiful crawl barefoot across an ocean of crackling slicing lava coals..
...the weight you carried..
..your own young lamb quivering in the darkest rotting bog..
..i know this lineage burden well..
..skinless with no shelter in a world of salted rains..
..custom tailored terror..
..and so it is..
..there it is.. ...
#mother
#children
#family
#LifeCycle
#responsibility
39 reads
4 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 6:12pm
23rd Jun 2020 6:12pm
Romani American
Wake up, wake up
The sun is up and glaring
The world doesn't care about anything
The Roma are screaming "what about us"
My work grows harder everyday
Judged by the mainstream idea
That the color of my skin gives me a leg up
No one wants to talk about nuances
That as white as I can look and present as
There will always be those people in the crowd
Who can pick up on the clues and the facts
There's something not white about me
My language, my style, the shape of my face
Look it up, look it up, I look entirely too...
The sun is up and glaring
The world doesn't care about anything
The Roma are screaming "what about us"
My work grows harder everyday
Judged by the mainstream idea
That the color of my skin gives me a leg up
No one wants to talk about nuances
That as white as I can look and present as
There will always be those people in the crowd
Who can pick up on the clues and the facts
There's something not white about me
My language, my style, the shape of my face
Look it up, look it up, I look entirely too...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#ImSorry
#confusion
52 reads
8 Comments
Darkness20200
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 10:42am
23rd Jun 2020 10:42am
My parents
My parents are different but, that's okay
My wonderful parents are happily gay
They encourage me to do my best
To have them, I am truly blessed
At first, having gay parents was weird I confess
Having a man I call mama I'd never of guessed
Him I could never detest
He wears his hair up out of sight
Mama's hair is like strawberries on a summers day
My mama can wash all my problems away
He adores cute things like his pretty diamond ring
His voice is as fresh as the flowers in spring
I love to hear mama sing
On...
My wonderful parents are happily gay
They encourage me to do my best
To have them, I am truly blessed
At first, having gay parents was weird I confess
Having a man I call mama I'd never of guessed
Him I could never detest
He wears his hair up out of sight
Mama's hair is like strawberries on a summers day
My mama can wash all my problems away
He adores cute things like his pretty diamond ring
His voice is as fresh as the flowers in spring
I love to hear mama sing
On...
#mother
#father
#gay #family
#gay #family
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goldenmyst
Bumped 15th Jun 2020 6:27am
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa - Rewrite
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
#mother
#dialogue
#son
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4 Comments
anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 8:53pm
3rd Jun 2020 8:53pm
Key of A Prison
Go abroad, stretch your periphery
Your words are too narrow
I was imprisoned so long
Subject to the shadow
Of your undying judgment.
Your words are too narrow
I was imprisoned so long
Subject to the shadow
Of your undying judgment.
#mother
#father
#religion #hurt
#religion #hurt
37 reads
2 Comments
HopefulSwag
Poem Published
31st May 2020 2:35am
31st May 2020 2:35am
Fa(r)ther
Farther away,
We need you here today,
Farther away,
In prostration I fall and pray,
Father away,
I beg you, my world is grey full of decay,
Farther away,
I don’t need your money I just need you to stay,
Farther away,
You distance yourself away from me,
Farther away,
How do I raise a child by myself? baby?
Farther away,
Okay, forget me but be there for him maybe?
Farther away,
Can we try to make it work, please for us three
Farther away,
Okay don’t come back and for the tears Merci ...
We need you here today,
Farther away,
In prostration I fall and pray,
Father away,
I beg you, my world is grey full of decay,
Farther away,
I don’t need your money I just need you to stay,
Farther away,
You distance yourself away from me,
Farther away,
How do I raise a child by myself? baby?
Farther away,
Okay, forget me but be there for him maybe?
Farther away,
Can we try to make it work, please for us three
Farther away,
Okay don’t come back and for the tears Merci ...
#depression
#mother
#father
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
52 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
28th May 2020 8:54pm
28th May 2020 8:54pm
May 28, 1990
Something bad happened in 1990 on the 28th of May.
It turned out not to be such a great Memorial Day.
I saw a very beautiful girl who looked like she was sixteen or seventeen.
She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.
I wrote a note and put it in her storm door.
She was younger than I thought and her parents were pretty sore.
She was only fourteen, that was four years younger than me.
They told me to leave her alone and I agreed.
But I really liked her and it was painful not to be able to date her.
I wonder who she's with all these...
It turned out not to be such a great Memorial Day.
I saw a very beautiful girl who looked like she was sixteen or seventeen.
She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.
I wrote a note and put it in her storm door.
She was younger than I thought and her parents were pretty sore.
She was only fourteen, that was four years younger than me.
They told me to leave her alone and I agreed.
But I really liked her and it was painful not to be able to date her.
I wonder who she's with all these...
#mother
#father
#disappointment
#crush
#nonfiction
42 reads
1 Comment
cloventongue89
Poem Published
27th May 2020 3:19am
27th May 2020 3:19am
31
Stuck inside a question
And an answer you can't give
Which words do we use
To come to terms with this
I see you lying there
You smile
But are you lost inside
Imprisoned in yourself
Language barriers
Your heart speaks beyond words
Open your eyes
I'll listen to what you're trying to say
The light interprets
Both their joy and their sorrow
Waiting for you to return
Will I see you tomorrow?
Or is hope a tomorrow that never comes
As we're left longing for a miracle
Yet failing to see
Death is as...
And an answer you can't give
Which words do we use
To come to terms with this
I see you lying there
You smile
But are you lost inside
Imprisoned in yourself
Language barriers
Your heart speaks beyond words
Open your eyes
I'll listen to what you're trying to say
The light interprets
Both their joy and their sorrow
Waiting for you to return
Will I see you tomorrow?
Or is hope a tomorrow that never comes
As we're left longing for a miracle
Yet failing to see
Death is as...
#mother
#death
#birthday
#illness
#cancer
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 6:23pm
23rd May 2020 6:23pm
FAWN
Fawn misses the tongue
Of the mother that would lick
Away all danger
Of the mother that would lick
Away all danger
#mother
#forest
#haiku #risk
#haiku #risk
36 reads
2 Comments
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