Best Homemaker Poems
Fight hard
as long as you're not too defensive
or worse, stronger than him
so we can't tell that he hit you
so we don't have to pick up your slack
Speak your mind
as long as your voice isn't louder than his
or worse, too assertive or contradicting it
so you say something worth listening to
so he can get his word in edgewise
Make it rain
as long as you don't make more than him
or worse, take his
so you're not a gold digger
so you can't get out from under his umbrella
Be a damsel
as long as your inevitable distress doesn't cause unrest
or worse, distract from his
so you know how to fend for yourself
so we don't have to hear you whine
Stay in shape
as long as your muscles aren't too bulky
or worse, bigger than his
so you're easy on the eyes
so you don't hurt his pride
Seduce sweetly
as long as you're not a ****
or worse, a whore
so he wants you
so you think that's what your worth is
Make this house a home
as long as you don't forget who makes the bread around here
or worse, forget to put his dinner on the table
so that you're a good homemaker
so that you have no valid claim to what he makes
Be everything
Be nothing
Categories:
homemaker, society, woman, women,
Form:
Free verse
Today so many young women
Don't know how to cook meals
They can drive through Wendy's window
Ordering a good deal
Today so many young women
Can't sew a stitch to mend
They can catch all the sales events
On credit cards depend
Today so many young women
Haven't had a good guide
They only learned from poor examples
Schools' lessons brush aside
What can be done to change their lives
Homemaker to become
Can the schools be responsible?
No! The elders hold the crumbs
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest: Didactic Poem Contest
Date: November 27, 2014 Thursday
Categories:
homemaker, introspection,
Form:
Didactic
With the morning begins my day;
Different roles I'm ready to play.
Again and again I am perturbed ,
But nature and emotions are undisturbed.
Silently, without a word, all needs I suffice;
Day to night, unsaid unconditional sacrifice.
What do I gain from all these duties?
Deteriorating my health and my fugacious beauty?
Still, I don't pretend, I take my job seriously;
As a homemaker and a mother, working audaciously.
If I don't follow my virtue as my duty,
Who else do you think will prove their loyalty?
(Rhyme Scheme- aa bb cc dd ee ff)
21/04/2016
P.S. This poem is inspired by my mother who is a diligent homemaker and the best mother on earth.
Categories:
homemaker, inspiration, meaningful, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
(small revision made line two to make all syllables equal for lines 1, 2 and 5)
A sweet homemaker named Shelly Gorde
with her laundry and cleaning was bored.
She imagined a beach
with a sea within reach.
Rode her ironing board like surfboard.
July 14, 2022
for Lisa YY's Limerick Poetry Contest
Categories:
homemaker, fun,
Form:
Limerick
You may have known her as fable or fiction
But she was as real as deep blue oceans
And glorious dawns of rising golden sun;
Not quite blessed with grace of humanity
Hurting miserably in wounded dark alleys--
One among many--misdeeds of destiny
Trapped within inescapable pathos of society.
Like summer storms that churn hazy winds
And sound of glum-thunder ignites lightening,
Formidable was trauma of her throbbing beats
Haunting heart sorrowful, wistful, and lonely
Each time she looked up and dared to breathe.
Silently she stood there at gate of misery
Solitary like a tombstone no one ever visits;
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a homemaker
In plain sight on some corners of the world
Where echoes of quietude often got ignored.
Hurting miserably in wounded dark alleys,
Solitary like a tombstone no one ever visits,
Silently she stood there at gate of misery;
Face of the faceless --she was Eleanor Rigby.
August 13, 2019
Eleanor Rigby Who Was She Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T Curtis
Categories:
homemaker, anxiety, destiny, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Verse
She works around the clock it seems
Washing clothes and cleaning things.
At times content, at times despairing,
But always there and always caring.
Taking on the daily tasks,
Responding to the voice that asks:
“Mom, have you….” you know the rest.
But do you know how mothers bless?
Mothers run a home, that’s true.
But there’s much more to what they do.
Beyond the making of a house
They make a life, they lift a spouse.
They raise up doctors, raise up teachers.
They raise managers and preachers.
They raise architects, and builders,
Soldiers, presidents, center fielders.
Every daughter, every son;
The homemaker shaped every one.
Our lifetimes bear a mother’s seal,
Because mothers, make love real.
Categories:
homemaker, blessing, dedication, family, home,
Form:
Couplet
It's not easy to live with every day problems,
Especially when someone expects you to solve them,
The minute that trouble has raised up it's head,
And balance the budget and make home made bread;
And making and keeping appointments and errands,
While setting a shining example as parents.
Sometimes I just wish I could go back to bed,
And dream a sweet dream and wake up instead,
To find I can take a day off to relax,
Perhaps read a book and not feel so taxed;
'Cause the house work will be there tomorrow for sure,
And I don't have to worry, my job is secure.
Who'd want all the worry I have all the time?
It's no bed of roses, no sweet dream sublime;
For I am a homemaker, nanny and nurse;
The one they all turn to for better or worse.
This is my castle and I am it's queen,
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
(It's the most thankless job in the world --- or is it.)
Categories:
homemaker, family, happiness, mother, wife,
Form:
Couplet
I am Libra
In every way, in every emotional sense
I am the white picket fence
That encases the complexity
Which makes up all that is me
I am me
I am the chameleon
I am the peace
In all the things you wish to see me be
I am passion
I am love
I am freedom and justice and all of the above
But still I am
The diplomacy and balance
That makes up your own democracy
I can naturally lead you to the end of your insecurity
I am strong willed and independent
Charismatic, ambitious and very flirtatious
But that's me
Still silently awaiting
To be in your precious reality
It be a dream you see
To be the rain that showers love
Or the sun that lights up your days
From so high above
But that's me
A peacekeeper, a homemaker
A pervasive, idealistic extrovert
Whose passionate enough to cleverly become
Your most dynamic love maker
I am excited
I am loyal
And all that you see that never seems to spoil
But that is me, the Libra you see
Patiently awaiting
For you to set me free
Categories:
homemaker, cute love, destiny, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Preface
My name is Verlena Sexton.
I am in my forties.
I have three eccentrics – Oland. Emily, and Tony.
My adult children are my knowledge base in the world of iniquity.
I continue to face what I am depleting.
Form
In this bio, I must be unique.
As a Social Scientist, I will also be indiscreet to the point of reality in why I am objectively me.
Conformity
I grew up in Leland, Mississippi in a single parent household.
My great grandmother vested soul.
She and I would read scripture together to inform personality.
She would tell me this would ensure equity and identity.
My mom was a homemaker and a strong woman.
She dealt with life as it came.
She raised six children with little help from their dad.
All are grown now and she rests in Heaven.
My oldest sister is there as well.
My dad was married with a family at home.
I am the outside child from his union with my mom.
Outside means, I now look in to discover genealogy and to emerge into a biblical presence.
My dad is disable and doing well.
When he is call by Jehovah, I know he will be ready.
Orthodoxy
I am just an orphan looking for home.
I am not lonely, but I am alone.
Many obstacles I have overcome.
My love of family is a moral code.
As a mother, I must continue to be as strong.
I remember my mom in times of guidance.
My dad is always there with insight.
I am the cause and effect that manifest in life.
My great grandmother words are to believe in that which is precise
And to live a life vested in the spirit of Christ amplifies.
“The world is filled with liars my child. Trust will come via a rightful mind.”
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Penned on October 17, 2014!
Categories:
homemaker, september,
Form:
Bio
Angel you are and you will forever be
Your magical feathery touch
And mouth-watering dishes much
From our birth to your death
Loved you we did, with all our heart
For you are our very breath
Love us you will
Wipe our tears before eye's fill
Paradise lies at your feet
That is what god has decreed
You were love at first sight
Cuddling and caring
Stories of prince
In lullabyies you would convince
Bathing, cleaning and keeping us neat
Loving, caring, and tickling our feet
The ever-flowing love in your twinkling eyes
The glow on your stunning smiling face
Your soft and soothing gown with a wonderful lace
Everything is a show
Nothing is going to be same tomorrow
Every new day you get older
But still breath-taking and beautiful
Your only fear is for one's near to heart
For you know one day you will depart
Life did not give you much
Few bits of happiness and tons of pain
For being, a homemaker was a special task
You were strong so you put a great mask
Life to you
Were moppet and munchkin
Yelling but still loving
Never did you say you were tired
I without doubt admired
You never gave even a tiny cry
For you hid your tears
But yours cheeks never dry
Value you we did
However, we were just stupid
I for one was a very naughty kid
There was never a huff
For all the troublesome and irritating things
After all, we were your darlings
We ask your forgiveness
For you are our richness
You are our life
Our reason of being
A great wonderful wife
We wish for your well-being
Our debt to you can never be paid
For you gave us too much
For us to repay
Prayer and smile
Safety and love
Good wishes for you my beloved
Mamma mia..My mother
Categories:
homemaker,
Form:
Rhyme
HOLDING BACK TEARS
Being a single mother is rarely appreciated,
when it is a very demanding, challenging, complex
responsibility to take on and carry on for years.
Who wants to be a single mother? I chose to.
Couples marry to be together and start a family
and do not think, want divorce or separation.
Yet, couples grow apart, change, unable to adapt
to situations, problems arising in having a family.
So, some ends up being a single mother like me
instead of staying married to a problematic
spouse or in a troublesome, exasperating, taxing
relationship, not a good example for the children.
Single parenting is very difficult for it is physically,
emotionally, mentally draining, exhausting. Tough!
You just bite the bullet and keep on going, doing the
best you can as the breadwinner and the homemaker.
You are on your own to face whatever comes your way
in maintaining the house, putting food on the table,
the children’s education, teen-agers rebellions or
defiance on top of your own emotional roller coaster.
Yet, you show a poker face and you hold back tears
for you want the children to know you are strong,
resilient, cannot be broken, being there for them
and will always be there to support and console.
The reality is you are breaking down, falling apart
inside, feeling all alone and holding back tears,
when all you wanted is somebody, someone to hold
you tight and whisper “Everything will be all right”.
I look back on those years of being a single mother,
years of holding back tears that turned my heart
into a stone for when my daughter calls on Father’s
Day telling me “Happy Father’s Day”, I cannot cry.
I cannot even shed a tear of happiness knowing
she regards me as a mother and a father. Charming!
How I wish I could. What happened to my diminutive
heart? Why is it still holding back tears? Don’t know!
8/18/21 This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry
Edward Ibeh
Chose: Holding Back Tears
Categories:
homemaker, mother,
Form:
Free verse
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
They keep details of who I am,
Of, who I should be
And how far I should go with my career,
I should never grow tall or remain short,
Just be somewhere in the middle,
And their expectations met in me.
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
I never notice how beautiful my brain is,
Sometimes I forget I have one,
And concentrate on my external appearance.
I give my best smile to get into a public office,
A really good shot to make it in life,
And sleep with my boss to get a promotion.
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
The length of my skirt is set by people around me,
That stunning mini makes me a ****
And my long denim is very old fashioned.
I dress modestly to secure a good job,
Keep fly to maintain my job,
And I’m guilty rape with what I wear.
I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
I’m bad wife because I work to make ends meet,
A crappy homemaker when my marriage fails,
And I attract wife battery with my flimsy opinions.
My dignity is compromised if I want a fair trial,
I am scorned when I stand up for us,
And I have to be someone else to get what I want.
If only you let me be myself…
Categories:
homemaker, beauty, care, career, character,
Form:
Prose
Who changes the toilet paper roll?
Who puts the toilet seat down?
Who picks up the socks from the floor?
Who chases the dust bunnies 'round?
If you drop it, pick it up.
These things do not do themselves
And contrary to popular belief
I do not have homemaker elves.
I am not the only one living here,
It's obvious by the mess.
'Helping' means I don't do more,
It should mean I do less.
So if it's empty, throw it out,
Don't stick it back in the fridge
'Cause if you don't start pulling your weight
I'm gonna throw you off a bridge.
Categories:
homemaker, family, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Make up! Sound! Camera! Light! Action!
Today, all seems just an illusion.
She had a dream to become a Heroine
Like Sophia, Audrey, Liz and Marilyn!
If not Hollywood, it can be Bollywood or Tollywood
Dream came true, luck favoured, her talents were recognized and understood.
Mesmerizing beauty, fabulous dancer, melodious singer, fantastic actor
Drew the attention of all producers, heroes and directors!
Film journalists and shutterbugs waited hours to take her interview and snaps,
Iris, she became of her fan's eyes, deserved their overwhelming claps.
Apollo of the Tinseltown, apple of the eye of the viewers,
Fame, wealth and stardom kissed her feet, as if within few hours.
Smiled sarcastically, Cupid, the God of Love, hiding himself behind a Cirrus,
Shot an arrow aimed at the Heroine's heart, singing a chorus with Aphrodite and Venus.
With her photo on the cover page, flashed the media,
She is getting married to a producer!
Fans were disheartened, industry was shocked,
heroine became a homemaker, thirty years passed!
Fans forgot her, beauty deserted her, all that was left was graying hair and wrinkles on her face.
The brightest star dropped down to earth, accompanied by golden memories and faded snaps, safely tucked in a silver case.
Categories:
homemaker, age, celebrity, dream, loneliness,
Form:
Bio
What Party Are You?
Huh?
Does it matter?
Who I voted for?
I am alive,
so it was legal.
I have not been dead,
for thirty years.
Surely that is enough.
If I tell you this or that,
you will condemn me
for the weather.
If I stand for the innocent,
you will strive to make
me ashamed.(or try too)
A common courtesy shared
by many… once.
(empathy for the weak,
kindness for the innocent)
Now only protected and
cherished by a few.
Similar to freedom,
herself.
The fact that I voted,
in the last elections,
should say volumes about
the desperation of the times.
Not that I do not vote,
each and every chance I get,
as I do.
It is a privilege,
and a right…
Thank you to OUR forefathers.
Now…
I find that I am angry,
and I never am.
I find that I am unsure…
and I do not like it.
I want to raise the flag of my country,
and tell my neighbors to do the same,
or perhaps, it will be too late,
to raise anything at all,
including our own children.
Don’t badger me as I watch bad things happen.
The people I once trusted for the news,
live on lies and eat dust for dinner,
the truth of their own smoke.
They have jumped ship willingly,
or perhaps meandered away…
Little difference in the end,
to the people they once faithfully served.
Now they take turns, laugh and make jokes,
at the expense of the nation herself.
At the expense of her people,
the ones still left with non-stolen ID’s.
The small ones, with small jobs,
like; the postman, the baker, the grocer,
the maker of pots and pans,
the soldier and the officer,
the fireman, and the chief.
The homemaker, the parent,
the pastor and you.
“They” call us names,
and do it still.
“They” repeat gossip and lies,
like it is truth and fact,
gold and silver,
materials to build a crown,
to an unknown as yet…
disguised, evil
in plain,
sight still unclear,
for now.
What party?;
the one that stands for freedom.
the one that stands for the weak.
the one that is not afraid,
and knows, “In God We Trust”
are not just words.
I am an America.
God Bless America.
Amen.
Categories:
homemaker, allah, america, atheist, metaphor,
Form:
Narrative