Best Mama Poems
MAMA PLEASE DON'T CRY
She smiled through the waves of pain
And held her mother's hand.
"Oh, Mama please don't cry," she said.
"And try to understand.
God wants me up in heaven now.
I hear him calling me.
There's lots of angels singing out.
It sounds so heavenly.
"Oh Mama please don't cry," she said.
"It's time for me to go.
You've given me your love and joy.
And Mom I love you so."
She wipes away her mama's tears
And looks into her eyes.
Then drifts into the Lord's sweet hands
As they say their goodbyes.
Now Mama hears her little girl;
"Oh, Mama please don't cry."
So brave and strong her little one:
The day they said goodbye.
Can you hear me, can you hear me Mama
I’d say when I was four
I “played” my toy piano
And she’d say, play some more!
Can you hear me, can you hear me Mama
At sixteen, I did say
She smiled as she applauded
My song for high school play
Can you hear, can you hear me Mama
I called from overseas
It’s not the best connection
She cried, just come home please
Can you hear, can you hear me Mama
Although she can’t, I sigh
I’ll always need for her to know
Her baby boy’s close by
As Mother's Day approaches, my heart is filled of love!
Oh, fireman, by your saving grace,
my babies remain now with me,
so I give kisses thankfully
all over your sweet dearest face.
And please do not think that I’m rude.
Though my kisses be rough and wet,
there's no bigger love you can get
then this mama dog’s gratitude.
In honor of Joyce Johnson's first contest ever:
"Doggy Gratitude"
I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts
Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt
I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze
I'm taunted by the memory of my early days
Daddy spent alot of time drivng an eighteen wheeler
Each night Mama brought home a new "sexual healer"
I didn't usually get a chance to catch his name
But it almost always ended the same
I heard her scream as glass would break
My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
Both my brothers had thier own bed in the federal pen
Cancer took Granny's last breath right about then
My sisters and I weren't strangers to rape
As we grew older we each seeked our o0wn escape
I guess I chose the hardest road
Somehow I thought drugs and men could ease my burdened load
While hiding from myself I lived a life of crime
I earned a reputation and did my time
I heard her scream as glass would break
My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
I know I pushed your buttons more than
I can count
I know I have given you extra silver strands
though I like it on you (wink)
I know I have caused you some sleepless
nights and ruined your appetites
I know I have given you the silent treatment
because it’s easier for me
I know I have caused your tears to escape
from their hidden ponds
I know every time I caused you pain
my heart is in a dark place
Mama
I can not undo my mistakes and failures
Although if I was to be permitted a chance
to go back in time and correct them
And if I could unzip my heart to show you
How much it breaks me deeply
than words could ever express
How much I love you more than words can say
How grateful I am to be your daughter
How much I need you more than anyone
No questions ask
I would full heartedly happily do it in a flash
You’re such a sweet and loving mother
You let nothing to spoil your golden heart
regardless of the hurtful things I have caused you
You kiss away all my misery
You continue to enchant me
You’re always on stand ready for when I need you
You love me unconditionally
You make my heart smile
Mama
Thank you forever
I love you to end
Akkina
9/13/23
This poem was inspired by Silent One’s most beautiful tribute to his mother… My respect to the moms universally for their unconditional love for their children.
"If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy" One of my favorite quotes by a man named Ron Hall
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Tell that to each kid and his or her pappy.
Some moms can be weird, but think of all they do,
especially the pain they went through delivering you!
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy..
So even when life might seem a bit crappy,
it's probably worse for your dear mama.
Don't whine and complain, causing more drama.
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Show your own mama that you can be zappy
by eagerly helping her. Be on your toes.
It won't kill you either to even brown-nose.
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
On this Mother's Day be a bit sappy.
Respect her. Adore her. To her wisdom defer.
And do for your Mama what most pleases HER!
Daddy tells me you always watch over me
from the shimmering moon, ……….yet it seems so far!
But my dear Mama, I'm going to pull down
that bright sliver crescent moon and bring you back,
just because I love you so much…oh so much.
Will we ever play together again, ma?
We will chase each other over the lush lawn,
Go to the swing that hangs on the sturdy oak,
Play hide and seek among flowering bushes.
All will be happiness, only you'd come down
And leave the wan moon alone to mind its own.
She showed me the clouds
and how to walk on the ninth one. A dreamer.
In the absoluteness of her mind, no barriers
exist within existence
as if her battles have
been won. I think she craves to fly,
past those clouds---another possibility
to make possible, a challenge
to challenge. Or dream about.
She probably thinks that when I complain
I cannot see the clouds,
the way she did when things got rough
in life. Of course, I beg to differ.
She dreams. I live. I don't
keep my eyes on clouds all day
as if there is nothing else to see
to make me understand the world better.
I suppose I'll rest one day, exhausted
by the what-ifs and whys, while Mama smiles
and points upward.
Ooey, gooey, give me choc-o-lot!
If I must, I'll take it liquid hot,
But "wicked" like they fix it in Madrid,
Thick as porridge, satin sunburnt sweet.
(Not like here: sugar,milk and cocoa, mix and heat).
Give me some hot chocolate I can eat!
Drip-drop-dripping from a spoon!
Give it - give it to me in a box.
Tantalize my lips with luscious bits,
Rum and amaretto morsels dipped.
Give me it in chips or chunks or blocks.
And please not those from K-mart or the grocer.
We connoisseurs much prefer it kosher!
Give it to me Swiss or straight from France.
Hurry while I loosen up my pants!
I'll make do with anything you have.
Drizzled over ice-cream nice and smoothy.
chocolate is the universal salve.
chilled or warm, but slathered on it soothes me.
Make my ice-cream chocolate flavored too-
peanut butter swirls with fudge will do.
Be my ever sweet-tooth choco-fairy.
Finger-feed me bonbons. I'm your baby.
Feed me plump and succulent black berry.
Give me, give me, give me what I crave,
and I shall be your love-starved-choco-slave.
10/5/13
When I wrote this, it just flowed to me, like chocolate water; usually I have to sit and think a bit and poetry often does not flow from me in this way!
Do not mess with Mama Bear; leave her cubs alone
Or the life you place in peril, could well be your own.
Papa Bear can be ferocious and attack, this is true,
But Mama Bear will do damage and deliver hell 'to' you.
Mama Bear's most treacherous when she is protecting;
Mess with her cubs and she'll definitely be collecting.
Payback is a ***** and know, it will surely be in spades.
You'll wish she was just an alligator in the Everglades!
By the time you realise she's hot upon your trail,
All your efforts to escape will be to no avail.
She'll never lose your scent nor stray from her mission,
Until 'her' satisfaction comes to its fruition.
This could take a looooong time and it likely will,
Since hurting a Mama's cub comes with an attached bill,
A debt that is unpayable according to Mama Bear.
Threaten her world, you will have agony to spare!
Her cubs are her life. Her apron strings aren't ever cut.
If you dare to harm her cubs, expect a new hole in your butt!
She'll accept no excuses; for life you'll be in debt.
On her hook you shall remain and she never will forget!
Hurt a cub of hers and she will surely hunt you down
And only verbs will follow; there's no action in a noun.
The dictionary has no word to describe Mama Bear's wrath
And her ways of retribution are incalculable by math.
Let this be a warning with an urgency to heed.
Dismiss and disregard and face a law decreed.
Mama Bears, when their cub's wellness is at stake,
Seek their own justice should you make this mistake!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-14 00:23:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
She expected very little from the guy
A lesson she had learned long ago
Guys are after just one thing
It always started
With just one
Kiss
Then look out
For wandering hands
He would unbutton her top
Then next he would remove her brasier
She was so excited...she could hardly wait !
Non Rhyming version of Andrea's new form.
Dear mama,
I apologize for the aches,
And all the pain,
I apologize for struggle in your
heart,
Torturing your veins,
I apologize for the stressful tears,
On account of non-listening ears,
I hear your melancholy weeps,
From a mind that never sleeps,
I know the fake smile you keep,
Will break you suddenly,
I am sorry for the things making you
sick,
I am sorry you had to grow up
quick,
Even when you shout hate,
I see love in your eyes,
Out of your heart you apologize,
But, this is my apology to you,
For all the things I put you through,
I apologize for the things you never
had,
Just to make us glad,
I apologize for the unpaid bills,
that has you taking headache pills,
I thank you for your vigilance,
But, I can't sit and watch,
The other half is gone,
And you're fighting alone,
Somebody got to be the MAN of the
house,
We can't always sit on the couch,
Mama I appreciate the things you
do,
I thank God for you,
I apologize if my actions never
show,
I Love You,
You bring peace and healing to my
soul.
we gather around
knowing mama is baking
waiting on sweet crumbs
MAMA CRY NO MORE
The most tender I have ever known
The world of never you created
Best example of love a lesson learnt
Mama cry no more
Stranger no more am I to this world
Mama I have learnt its tricks
The hills are lower now, the tunnels are brighter
Mama cry no more
Mama let me dry your tears
I will pop the toaster, crunch the flakes
Spread the marmalade, bubble your bath tub
Mama cry no more
The jet is ready, your ticket at hand
The line will dress you up with the queen’s taste
The fruits of your labour, its time you had the taste
Mama cry no more.
Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear
And mad old Abraham
That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire
And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity
So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in
For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar
But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?
Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me
Do not visit places where you know you should not be
The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods