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.
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 6:56pm
12th Sep 2024 6:56pm
Elders
after Philip Larkin
They tell you lies, your dad and mum,
Sometimes without intent,
But no-one cares enough to say
And so you reach your adult day
Stuffed full of their bullshit.
Like other people aren't as clean
Based on the colour of their skin,
That gays'll touch your boys
If left alone with them. Our elders,
We must understand, are fucking idiots.
The prejudices change with time,
But man's a lowly animal.
So live and build your capital,
Then move to what comes next and pray
The elders there aren't...
They tell you lies, your dad and mum,
Sometimes without intent,
But no-one cares enough to say
And so you reach your adult day
Stuffed full of their bullshit.
Like other people aren't as clean
Based on the colour of their skin,
That gays'll touch your boys
If left alone with them. Our elders,
We must understand, are fucking idiots.
The prejudices change with time,
But man's a lowly animal.
So live and build your capital,
Then move to what comes next and pray
The elders there aren't...
#childhood
#father
#mother #parent
#mother #parent
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Her
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 3:20am
8th Sep 2024 3:20am
Just Because
Love doesn’t always mean
Holding on
Tightly
Sometimes it means
Letting go
So the other person
Can go
Peacefully
Holding on
Tightly
Sometimes it means
Letting go
So the other person
Can go
Peacefully
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#love
#mother
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 11:17am
4th Sep 2024 11:17am
Instead Of Following Them In Joining The Military
Mom and Dad are shocked
to see that Kristal had
entered a beauty contest without
their permission instead of following
them in joining the military.
to see that Kristal had
entered a beauty contest without
their permission instead of following
them in joining the military.
#dialogue
#father
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#mother
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 00:43am
2nd Sep 2024 00:43am
Onyx Mother's Court
hunting the dark with earnest hope
such depth and beauty
In my infancy misunderstood
the bleak my Mother
the shadows, my guardians
lace of honesty
I lost my way in man's world
who damns the darkness
the shadows listen to me singing
my sweet lonely refrain
sent here on a mission of discovery
my family would have me be kind
especially when not understanding your culture
lilts on the wind
it caters to my needs
and corrects me when I'm wrong
turn the phrase and be more patient
immortally...
such depth and beauty
In my infancy misunderstood
the bleak my Mother
the shadows, my guardians
lace of honesty
I lost my way in man's world
who damns the darkness
the shadows listen to me singing
my sweet lonely refrain
sent here on a mission of discovery
my family would have me be kind
especially when not understanding your culture
lilts on the wind
it caters to my needs
and corrects me when I'm wrong
turn the phrase and be more patient
immortally...
#beauty
#mother
#vampires
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 5:52am
1st Sep 2024 5:52am
I Don't Know
I may never like driving,
The motions tiring,
My life in my hands, terrifying,
I don't mean to be brash,
But I'd rather you not get exhausted and crash.
I may always hate driving,
But not the freedom of thriving,
Not the vehicle I'll be steering,
I want to paint it, decorate it,
In my life, that little Ford Ranger will be spotlit.
Even if, to the dislike, I become desensitized
For reasons, I'll be incentivized,
With my truck, uniquely me, uniquely characterized.
And for reasons, I'll like or love some of where I go,
Even if...
The motions tiring,
My life in my hands, terrifying,
I don't mean to be brash,
But I'd rather you not get exhausted and crash.
I may always hate driving,
But not the freedom of thriving,
Not the vehicle I'll be steering,
I want to paint it, decorate it,
In my life, that little Ford Ranger will be spotlit.
Even if, to the dislike, I become desensitized
For reasons, I'll be incentivized,
With my truck, uniquely me, uniquely characterized.
And for reasons, I'll like or love some of where I go,
Even if...
#confessional
#fear
#hate
#mother
#strength
49 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 7:57pm
31st Aug 2024 7:57pm
Mom
It no longer matters
That I
Couldn’t be
Who you needed
I’m going to try
Now
That I
Couldn’t be
Who you needed
I’m going to try
Now
#abuse
#death
#forgiveness
#mother
#TimeHeals
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ItsClaudieee
Claudie
Claudie
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 7:57pm
25th Aug 2024 7:57pm
A Mother’s Love
A mother’s love is sunlight, pure and bright,
A warmth that lingers through the day and night.
It wraps around, so soft and true,
A gentle touch in all you do.
In every laugh, in every tear,
She’s there to comfort, always near.
Through whispered dreams and skies so wide,
Her love’s the wings on which you glide.
Her heart is full of endless care,
A garden growing everywhere.
And in her eyes, you’ll always see,
A boundless love, eternally.
No matter how far you may roam,
Her love will always...
A warmth that lingers through the day and night.
It wraps around, so soft and true,
A gentle touch in all you do.
In every laugh, in every tear,
She’s there to comfort, always near.
Through whispered dreams and skies so wide,
Her love’s the wings on which you glide.
Her heart is full of endless care,
A garden growing everywhere.
And in her eyes, you’ll always see,
A boundless love, eternally.
No matter how far you may roam,
Her love will always...
#mother
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4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 4:16pm
23rd Aug 2024 4:16pm
Red Dress - Last Wishes
My Dearest Ava,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m dead. Don’t imagine me somewhere better...or worse. I've simple ceased to exist and that’s final. There is no heaven or hell, so I don’t mourn me since I can’t know anything now. Simply carry your memories of me as you continue in life.
Among the treasures I leave behind, there is one that holds memories of the most pivotal moments of my journey – that red summer dress in a hanging bag on the left side of my closet.
This dress is woven with memories dear to my heart. It was the garment I wore when...
If you’re reading this, it means I’m dead. Don’t imagine me somewhere better...or worse. I've simple ceased to exist and that’s final. There is no heaven or hell, so I don’t mourn me since I can’t know anything now. Simply carry your memories of me as you continue in life.
Among the treasures I leave behind, there is one that holds memories of the most pivotal moments of my journey – that red summer dress in a hanging bag on the left side of my closet.
This dress is woven with memories dear to my heart. It was the garment I wore when...
#daughter
#death
#love #mother
#love #mother
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 6:50am
23rd Aug 2024 6:50am
Consolation
Capturing the digital echo
Resounding at will
Our faces sing inside a web of catacombs
All that’s left is the shell
When life is drank like nectar from the dried up wells of undead memory
I live and suffer the beauty
Waking up in the dream of you that I can’t keep
Every morning another lamentation
Every night I bring you back to life when I close my eyes
Slumbering for visitation rights between this present hell and heavenly getaways
Like portals of transcendence behind my eyelids
Smother me with affections in my...
Resounding at will
Our faces sing inside a web of catacombs
All that’s left is the shell
When life is drank like nectar from the dried up wells of undead memory
I live and suffer the beauty
Waking up in the dream of you that I can’t keep
Every morning another lamentation
Every night I bring you back to life when I close my eyes
Slumbering for visitation rights between this present hell and heavenly getaways
Like portals of transcendence behind my eyelids
Smother me with affections in my...
#death
#dreams
#hope
#mother
#sadness
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Rew
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 6:14pm
20th Aug 2024 6:14pm
A Mother's Time
Such a wealth of timepieces we command
all accurate down to the Nth degree,
some on wrist and some clutched in hopeful hands
but it's the same rigid time that we see.
I like the tick-tock of my wind-up clock
with its stylised Arabic numbers,
my brass and tin time machine takes me back
to when luminous hands watched my slumbers.
I didn't need clocks, of course, what kid did,
Ma's magic would tell the passing hours,
" Time for school!" " Lunch time!" and " It's time for...
all accurate down to the Nth degree,
some on wrist and some clutched in hopeful hands
but it's the same rigid time that we see.
I like the tick-tock of my wind-up clock
with its stylised Arabic numbers,
my brass and tin time machine takes me back
to when luminous hands watched my slumbers.
I didn't need clocks, of course, what kid did,
Ma's magic would tell the passing hours,
" Time for school!" " Lunch time!" and " It's time for...
#family
#memories
#mother #sonnet
#mother #sonnet
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 12:06pm
17th Aug 2024 12:06pm
From Beyond (part 1)
A day before my mother died on the operating table, I had this dream
I was in a ditch
I was digging with some other men
My mother comes up to me
She is happy & smiling
She tells me everything is going to be ok
She wants me to pick out a coffin for her
The last thing I remember is that she told me that she loves me & that I will be seeing her in a few weeks
When I woke up, I tried gathering my thoughts from this dream I had
I immediately called my parents house
No answer
I tried their cell phones
Still no answer
An hour...
I was in a ditch
I was digging with some other men
My mother comes up to me
She is happy & smiling
She tells me everything is going to be ok
She wants me to pick out a coffin for her
The last thing I remember is that she told me that she loves me & that I will be seeing her in a few weeks
When I woke up, I tried gathering my thoughts from this dream I had
I immediately called my parents house
No answer
I tried their cell phones
Still no answer
An hour...
#death
#dreams
#fiction
#illness
#mother
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
Mother-Wound
I.
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my father retired
their dreams...
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my father retired
their dreams...
#dreams
#family
#mother
#spiritual
#confessional
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