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Nature Mom Poems | Nature Poems About Mom

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Details | Free verse |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


The tarantula built  
a web in the upper-left corner of my patio;
she weaved it perfectly as Antonio
rose on his wobbling feet to reach it.

That boy didn't know that 
spiders get vicious and suddenly bite 
when someone tries to grab them for spite,
and Antonio tried to pull it down with a tiny twig...
no, it didn't work, so he tried again with a long stick;
oh, once a garden spider got stuck into his mom's wig! 

" Antonio, put it down,
before it crawls onto your skin! "
The spider will bite you on the cheek
and you'll be doing the Tarantula Dance! "
I yelled by taking the stick away from him with extreme force.
" No, I like that spider...that's the one I want to keep! "
He rebelled with a grin, transforming himself into a beast.
" OK, you can keep it, but remember spiders creep! "
I warned him and told him to wear a mask and just peak.  

The tarantula built a web where rain or storms
never soaked it, and scorching sun rays
never melted it...how laborious she was in summer's long days!
We watched it going to and fro searching for food for her little one
as we took daily videos and had fun watching them!
After all, I realized that a spider is not dangerous...if left alone;
and Antonio kept his distance by warning other boys
that trying to catch a tarantula is a very dangerous game!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Hi Mom

Weather is poised to slap us into submission.
Threatening with the largest storm in history
To make us aware of her power to destroy
And yet, here on the cusp of history, 
battened down
well stocked
Do I yet love Nature
With all of her wild and beautiful ways.
Her seas have been there for me in my times
Of Loss
And Need
Ever showing me the vastness of her being
She has ever been the Way
In all her present tense
My wilder spirit rises in answer to her challenges
Enhancing my life daily.

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

A mother lover's Ode

smoother than most, all moving no boast, shooting a moon to toast, to our beautiful host
revolving no doors, just opportunities score marking the entrance ways pores
balance implored
fracking a lack of communication crashing breaking backs and racking our foundation
till were screaming take it back
unpacked and all out, dig deep for the fall out, kettle blackened from potty mouths,
busted missing a tea spout
pour me a gallon of chandon the whole sip for your front lawn, till the bottles dry
like jokes from monty python
silly satans salivating sighing and spraying your favorite simon's saying cause piles of money and ego feed are waiting for the generating
nothing new under the sun but above clouds I found me some, cause ignant bliss still exists even if you wear a cummerbund
tell all your facts and try to catch my glazed eye, cause compromise can be the do or die, to where ever future lovers lie
this blueberry from space ferry might fit in a test tube in perspective
or we just miss the point why evolution was so selective

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Don't Mess With Mom

                                                    there is no fury
                                                like a woman's fury -
                                           so don't mess with mom

Tribute To
Mother Nature

It's Not Nice 
Mother Nature   LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

My Mom Is One Tough Cookie

deep in the forest
collapsed limbs fungus rockbeds
natures own fury

Tribute To Nature
Even If She Is Mean LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |


It was official. There would be no school today due to heavy snow. We heard it on the radio, during the early morning show, while Mom was preparing our breakfast. Mom sighed and dropped her head when it was announced while we danced with jubilation around the kitchen table shouting “No school today. We can play all day!!” Little did we know this excitement would be short-lived.

nose-prints frozen
on a windowpane---
snowflakes dance

A hearty breakfast was followed by watching some cartoons. The rest of the morning was spent playing in our rooms. The weather outside deteriorated into the afternoon as our morning’s jubilant joy was soon depleted.  Our longing to play outside was denied us and we found ourselves quickly bored. A day out or school was not meant to be stuck inside looking out at the falling snow…or so we deemed.

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |


I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them

Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic monologue |

MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...

 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...

 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"

For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...

My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...

Copyright © Lakisa Battie | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

The mom kingfisher

A mom kingfisher
Tried to catch a fish from pond
But dropped it at last!

Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Sweet Trilliums

In the woods of great greens and fast running streams are Trilliums growing in the late 

Three white peddles with a hint of purple bloom, yet there are more colors where the 
Trilliums bloom.

In the Forests and the woods floor, the Trilliums grow next to the great ferns of the great 

Where everything drips with supple dew.
Everything is wet fresh and true.

The Johnny-Jump-ups came early this spring, nothing short of amazing are the sweet 
Trilliums in bloom.

Awoke to the loud frogs croaking as if to remind one that spring is calling.
Then one could not sleep as the dew started falling.

There were once two girls that made a trip up on a hill every year at the same time.
Mayday was here and it was picking Trilliums in their prime.

If a May basket was not made in school, they would still pick large bouquets and surprise 
their mom with them.

For those days are gone now and the girls have moved apart, but the memories of mom and 
the Sweet Trilliums still warms this girls heart.

Copyright 2010 by Marymcshirley kilker

Copyright © marymkilker marymkilker | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |

Rescue Operation

Mother used her third arm
for most everything,
her all-around solution
for problem solving.
Once, she used it to save
the life of a common toad.

The snake was guilty 
of nothing more than a move
to assuage his hunger. He soon 
fell victim to Mother's expertise
in wielding a hoe. As he slithered
along the cotton row, she chopped
him in two pieces just beyond
the bulge in his frame.

She then used her hoe
to push the frog out
toward light and freedom.

Mr. Toad sat for a time,
blinking in the sun,
then hopped back into his world.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terza Rima |


Ah, had I been much wiser
and taken mom more seriously,
I wouldn't have called her a miserable whiner!

I shiver remembering my behavior so bizarre and childish,
and quite often I got punished
for hanging out with kids who were too fresh.

Mother screamed as a maddened woman saying, 
"Get back in here and finish your homework! "
I did not listen and ran out not to keep them waiting. 

My grades got worse, and mom's face was got bitter,
I tried to tell her how sorry I was,
but words got stuck in my throat and I reached for air.

All privileges were taken away from me,
every effort to mend my mistakes was unsuccessful...
I was only given warnings up to three. 

My wistfulness to please mom was denied,
she stopped wishing me goodnight, 
I saw in me that unruly child who constantly lied.

The intention of that pursued wish always remained:
to hug her and ask for forgiveness,
and would I have been given another chance instead?

And that happened on Christmas Eve while unwrapping my undeserved gifts,
I stood up and embraced her with all my strength...
as the conscience's voice returned, " Doesn't foolishness cause regrets? " 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

a mom and her child...

a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Verse |

Mom's Eulogy

It's already hard enough to say anything accurately
without further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul.
The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, impatient
and the dead woman cares not what's said, isn't even present.

The poet gets innumerable do-overs, it's one of man's wonders,
revises his vision of his mother and plays her piano, posthumously.
Why not say it simply? Hers was a comity
and a tragedy, both. As are ours. And perform the history that surrounds

Are caskets boats? The ship of death rides Charon's waves
or perhaps on that solitary day you happily kayak to the huckleberries.
Is the deeper sadness incomplete achievement or never to have tried?
Any attempt to decide this question for others is to badly behave.

The pablum of Christianity, esp. the Catholics, re the after life
must be rejected. It's necessary. To be replaced by community,
perfection of the human project, nature's intelligent partner.
Dusty, sadly habitable houses along the funeral route, shapeless

people crossing themselves when ambulances or hearses pass.
I wanted to describe the sweetness of her life, how she was part
of the problem and part of the solution. How love and evolution
are passed like loaves from person to person down the generations.

Find the humor in the cholera. When my father died
he waved like a surfer riding a wave or a clown riding
an elephant out the circus tent. Mom follows the same law.
The many ways a spear can pierce a warrior's jawbone or armor.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Day in the Sun

A Day in the Sun

 A good thought, a day in the sun,
 such that allows joy to freely run,
 **** the day blasts out memories fair.
 **** Gentle breezes cruising bright air
 **** as life sings on without a care.
 **** A stir upon the lake down there,
 **** two ducks dancing, O' what a pair
 **** their art they very freely share.
 **** Of our intrusion ducks so unaware
 **** we watching silently not to scare.
 Sweetest memories of family having fun
 a fantastic break from life on the run!

 Robert J. Lindley , 07-26-2014

NOTE:  Duo-rhyme
The Duo-rhyme, a poetic form created by Mary L. Ports,
 is a 10 or 12-line poem, with the first two and last two 
lines having the same rhyme scheme, and the center of the
 poem (lines #3 through #8 or #10) having their own 
separate monorhyme scheme.
12-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

A Mother's Love

Carefree and sunning,
Scenery stunning,
Relaxed feeling free,
Kids play in the sea.
Then people are screaming,
Pinch, am I dreaming?
Past me everyone runs, 
I look for my sons.

They are not running,
Nature is cunning,
A tsunami wave,
God! I must run, save
My boys there, all three,
From danger, the sea
Is rising, towers,
Coming fast, powers.

Tall as a building,
There is no shielding
Them from the forceful
Sea, unremorseful,
As it races, alarming,
Must stop it harming,
Must rescue my boys
Before the wave destroys. 

I push down my fear,
For to me it's clear
That as their mother
There is no other
That can save their lives.
So as everyone strives
To run out, away,
I race through the spray.

I run and I shout
To the boys to get out,
Then as I get near
I see my worst fear
Realised, the sea
Hits them, then hits me.
I'm fighting to swim,
The outlook seems grim.

As it roars, thunders,
Taking lives, plunders
Everything it reaches,
Waves rage across beaches.
I am sucked, pulled down
So deep, nearly drown,
Then tossed on a hill,
I'm thrown, alive still.

I look all around,
Move to higher ground.
Go out of my mind,
Panic till I find,
Amid debris and death,
My boys, out of breath
But safe, all nearby,
I hold them and cry.

I just can't believe,
Think my eyes deceive 
Me, so many died, 
Even though they tried
To run out, to live,
I ran in to give
Love like no other,
The love of a mother.

Copyright © Mavis Jackson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

O my Bangladesh of Gold - National Anthem of Bangladesh - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.

O my mom! Your sky and your air
Attract me like a flute-player!
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.

O my mom!
In spring in mango gardens
I have smelt holy fragrance!
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.

O my mom!
What have I seen in autumn?
Fields full of crops so handsome!
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.

O the beauty and the shadow
Where my affection and love grow
Under the banyan trees and
On the shores of rivers that flow!

O my mom!
Your words are sweetest to me!
If you look pale and gloomy:
I shed tears in sympathy.
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.

Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Skunk, Bear, Mom

One time there was a little skunk
and he walked around
All of a sudden he noticed he was lost
of course this wasn't unusual
the only thing is that
he noticed the bears were sleeping
the bears were eating
the bears had a candle on
the bears were out at the same time
He thought that he could run home and tell his mom
that the bears were sleeping
the bears were eating
the bears had a candle on
but the mom didn't like bears
The skunk noticed that he wanted to drive
but he left his car at the gas station
so he walked back to the gas station
and drove away to the pond
and jumped in the pond 
He gets found by his mother
and then his mother takes him home
and he sleeps in a quiet dream
and that's the end of the poem today.

Copyright © Ava Carney | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Hatch Bird! Hatch!

Once there was a nest
high in a tree
where no one could even reach it
of course
In that tree was a little bird
who knew everything
that his mom said to do
because his mom said it in a way
that he could hear in his egg
For that, he giggled 
when he hatched.
He was not able to fly
but he was able to walk
He walked to his mom
and they lived happily ever after
and never went anywhere without each other.

The End


Copyright © Ava Carney | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain |


My pigeon's nest had two squab
I could observe both to remain silent 
Only until the mother arrived, as both rose to grab
As both jumped and became jubilant

One was more aggressive than the other
Other one too was happy but not forced the mother for a feed
Appetite you may adjudge, with the force of chasing the mother
Demanding feed from mother is an unwritten deed

One chased the mother to get more share
It looked as if there is a fight
Mother knows how much to spare
Once one’s quota is fed, mother turns down outright

When she is forced, mother closes her mouth
Also shows an innocent face, as if food storage is emptied 
While mother looks for the other, to offer by stealth 
Former is not contended, though mother belied 

The mother maintains more patience and maturity
Never gets perturbed on such chase game
Fairly and firmly she shows, in care and concern, parity
Former may, in a hurry, choose the mother to blame

Only mother knows what one needs!
Only to care you, god has become mother
Only with such sacred responsibility, mother breeds
Only motherhood is holy, to be revered ever higher! 

Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ENOUGH TO FLY AND PLAY AND A COLLECTION OF POEMS” by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.

Copyright © V.MUTHU MANICKAM | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |


       you birth me in this world for a reason
             you went through the pain
      you struggled through life
                you yelled and screamed pushed and cussed
       you scrapped up money 
             when you needed it.

you stood beside me for a reason
             so when i cry you catch my tears
        when i fall you pick me up
             when i need a hand to hold
                 youes is there

Copyright © tony banks | Year Posted 2006