Best Mother Theresa Poems
Drum beats inside black bare hairy chests
Tradition hidden in treasure chests
Chess played on mother earth , sounds like home
Home grown sounds ringing throughout the neighborhood
Stomachs kneeling and praying for food
Fathers crossing boarder lines and going for good
Living life behind the calabash
Brothers behind bars
Mother's beauty behind scars
The sacred statue of mother Theresa caresses those in prisons
Prisons of the mind can never be unlocked
Smoke in the nearby village , culture is burning
Village heads lay their heads on village grief
The village thief steals at noon
And then the slave hunters
Lurking in expensive
Futures perishing like sinners in hell
Let me not breath the air that sinners inhale
I come from light
I am pain
I come from life
*STREETPO3TRY*
Categories:
mother theresa, africa, community, dark, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
The train pulled out of the
Clouds singing
Harmonies
I asked the conductor for
Some change
He said "son don't you know?
Nobody's payin'"
I said "sure but the stoplight is
Ahead"
Thunder and lightnin'
Lit the outline of faces I had
Known
Not one
Knew the tune
Playin' in my head
I'm sure I saw the face
of
Mother Theresa
A smile I thought
Just around the
Bend
About then the ride came
To a tumblin'
End
Next thing I knew choirs were
Singin'
And butterflies up in
My head
The fields they went on
Forever
And sunshine from who
Knows where
My soul what was left just
Started dancin'
And prayers once just words
Were
......... shooting stars
"You see"
I said "no one is listenin"
That's when I knew
The time had come
For
Me
To
Fly
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
mother theresa, absence,
Form:
Free verse
History books are filled with men’s escapades
Are women’s accomplishments seen as charades?
Joan of Arc had visions of saints leading her
to save France from Britain’s tyrannical cur.
Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat --
defending rights, she’d not succumb to defeat
Mary Magdalene had historians confused;
she watched Christ die, though apostles refused.
Eleanor Roosevelt was the eyes and ears
of FDR; she stood behind him through the years.
Marie Curie, first female to win the Nobel Prize,
joined her husband in efforts to save human lives.
Indira Gandhi ruled India two decades --
first woman leader killed when the Sikhs did invade.
Princess Di’s royal wedding seemed filled with joy.
Her death: an accident or a royal ploy?
But it’s Mary Shelley who seems most ignored.
Men said Percy wrote “Frankenstein”; Mary they abhorred.
Mother Theresa spent years serving the poor.
Sainthood come fast, by many she was adored.
These women claim their rightful place in history;
why others were ignored seems a mystery.
Women fought successfully for the right to vote.
Countless mothers to children their lives they devote.
Eve bit the apple, but all women bear the stain
of being weak, frail -- a concept I disdain.
*Entry for the “Tell Us of Women” contest
Categories:
mother theresa, history, people, women, women,
Form:
Rhyme
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” Mother Theresa
Helping other people is the best gift you can give to our God,
You don’t have to be rich to show how much you care for them,
All you have to do is help them in your own simple way,
Be a blessing by giving them hope in times of troubles everyday
A simple act of kindness is enough to lighten their days,
Especially to those who are down and faced many trials,
Be there when the claws of life attack their precious life
Feeling of contentment and happiness will filled your heart
“Not all of us can do great things,
But we can do small things with great love.”
Give your precious time with the less fortunate,
The power is in your hands to make difference.
for Giorgio's Impress Mw With Small Poems III Contest
Motif: Spiritual
Maria Paz Samelo
Categories:
mother theresa, devotion, life, love, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Out of touch in their Limos and jets
making promises not fulfilled yet
they can't hold a candle
to the pair who wore sandals
vote them all out of power? You bet!
Categories:
mother theresa, humor, political,
Form:
Limerick
It was cold in New York City. In the dark,
alley, behind the lavish buildings among the
super rich, roam the forgotten.
Waiting in line at the redemption center,
turning in their plastic bottles, to pay for their
next meal.
The well off in their arrogance look at them
and look away in disgust. In their minds they
are nothing, of no value, they are the blemish
of society.
They have blinders on like race horses as they
make their way to Macy's avoiding looking at
them. Is it their selfish conscious, was it
the way they were raised? That causes this
self centered behavior.
What is lacking in a human being not to feel
the pain of others? Not to want to lend a helping
hand like a good Samaritan to a poor, or hungry
soul.
It is Christmas Eve. It is bitter cold. She makes
her way with a group. To the back alleys, to
find the lost, the hurting, the cold, the needy.
She holds them tenderly, tears flowing from her
eyes. She sees the purple hands from the cold
that some are experiencing. They huddled together
by the side of a building. A large blanket wrapped
around them. Cardboard mattresses they lay on.
She makes eye contact and reaches out to hand
them sandwiches. The group gives them blankets
they have brought. Clothing, socks, and gloves.
Their eyes light up, their hearts are overwhelmed
with appreciation and love for this woman and the
group that are with her. They say thank you. Just
before she leaves, she blesses them and says a
prayer for them.
As she is leaving one of the homeless asks." What
is your name, If you tell me I will never forget it. We
all want to know." She responded, "My name is
Mother Theresa...
Dedicated to all those that will remain homeless
during Christmas, those that will be hungry and cold,
those that are forgotten, those that are veterans that
have protected our freedoms and are homeless.
Those for one reason or another are destitute. Those
that are hungry and will not have gifts this Christmas.
May the good Lord watch over them and give them
comfort and joy, peace and hope.
12/4/2015
Categories:
mother theresa, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say?
would you get on your knees and for them pray?
what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?
throughout the history of mankind
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus
Categories:
mother theresa, faith, history, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
It begins at home
even closer: it begins "I"nside
I have forgiven failures, failing in faith, inside me
Have you? Until you do, it is almost too hard
To forgive your imperfect parent, and therefore Father-in-Heaven
Lest it seems, I speak ordinary, old, old-fashioned sermon or speech
"Remember Mandela, South Africa, TRC? I was there!"
While billions only speak it, I have to live it
I did not want to; Mandela (OUR BELOVED MADIBA) made it policy
In the bad old South Africa, poisoned by a white Minority, 300 years
Still wanting NOT to share anything today; but we must for ourselves
And for Jesus (or for Mandela, or for Gandhi: both graced South Africa)
Yes, I have grown to love Forgiveness and Reconciliation in my heart
There it must begin, or it cannot come out into this bloody world
From the blood pump inside you, pure Jesus lineage can overflow
Once the mind and heart come into agreement, concord, one accord
(That's what happened at the Pentecost that birthed Christ's Church -
When the disciples, dreading death after Jesus's Crucifixion, locked doors
In the Upper Room, in Jerusalem, tarrying still: Fire in Holy Spirit fell!)
The Holy Spirit tells me to love like Jesus and Mother Theresa (now Saint)
Love till it hurts (and once hurt like that, NOTHING will ever hurt you & me)
I forgive because I see the forgiveness of Jesus (What does it mean? Sins?)
LOVE may begin in sin; but it flies with eagle wings, near the SON, forgiven
We reconcile with the Parent Above; who is really everywhere, doctrines do
not tell us all, only a start: God loved and offered reconciliation, but Truth
Demands we confess: I was a dirty, dastardly sinner, until He washed me
In the pure, precious blood of a Perfect Man, High-Priest after Melchizadek
So, dear brother and sister, I do not list sins to make you mad
That is only to assure YOU the Jesus way: Confess, Receive Grace, Live Free
TRC in RSA: TRUTH and Reconciliation (& Commission Under Archbishop Tutu)
Said anyone, white or black, who confessed their murders and sins
Would not be taken to court; only one was (Wouter Basson)
A whole nation forgave the white Minority under Mandela's mighty mandate
To Love and forgive like Jesus, for BIGGER things: like saving a country
From the kind of civil wars that rage on and on, fed by hate, all about US
Categories:
mother theresa, africa, appreciation, forgiveness, hero,
Form:
Alliteration
Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you be my builder?
Dear Dr. Ram, i still hail your nib,
Where's Royal Trevino? i always know you.
Constance la France is a silent night
There's power in silence,
Show me Andrea Dietrich, the currency in
My wallet.
Did anyone see Sara Kendrick? am looking
For her with a microscope,
Sydney Hall, Mr mad poet, take pity on me,
Am only a cool guy...
Deborah Guzzi is an enlightening haiku,
Hello John loving, you set a pace of love,
Annalise Brigham, the Caribbean beauty,
JSLambert Esquire, your ink is melodious.
Carolyn Devonshire, thanks for being there,
Audrey Carey, carry me all along,
Dorris culverhouse, you're a rare gem,
Dane Ann smith Johnson, how i miss you so.
Is that nette onclaud? i salute your talent,
Garri La Budda, a builder of lines
Carol Brown you are always a mentor.
oh! Linda Marie... sweet Marie,
You're a crown, a mother crown,
Am back and better for poetry soup.
Categories:
mother theresa, friendshipme, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
The Mother others wished they had
The sister that everyone would want
The friend everyone deserves
The strength that every little lad and lady needs
The perseverance and the will for us kids to proceed
The smile that warms every heart
The love that never tear apart
The courage, the wisdom “Our Mother Theresa”
Her covenant victory in battle, praise ye Yah!
Imperial, Majestic, Royal, Ancient of time
Yah’s blessings well into her prime…
©Copyright December 31, 2010 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
“Dedicated to my Mom Theresa Pierre”
Categories:
mother theresa, mom, mothers day,
Form:
Free verse
stopped in a crowd
didn't go with the flow
a brief second
lifted my head
from the ground
from the neon
the chitty chat
all the glitter and glow
nonstop static
from madison ave.
from hollywood and vine
(especially up pennsylvania ave)
beating up
my soul
abused spouse of life
government
family
your insatiable gods
a tax on the very air
(exhalation is free...for now)
as we squabble
we crow
we throw in for all our -isms
occupy
don't occupy
throw those bastards out
or keep 'em in
I don't care
'cause it's all about control
not about your sophistry
your jacking off into a microphone
a chemical imbalance
an ounce lost at death
but as we all feel specific gravity
of an unnamed need or pull
warm blanket
higher cause
justification for
all those purity laws
we'd all put someone up against a wall
and pull the trigger of our righteousness
(don't we all have a pair of jackboots
in the mossy closets of our minds?)
even Mother Theresa
had to wonder what it would be like
to shake the living hell outta someone
when they passed a leper by
and nothing is as easy
as it was yesterday
but no one cares
that it's not that the cage isn't there...
it's just too big to fly across.
Categories:
mother theresa, political,
Form:
Prose Poetry
People are often unreasonable
And self-centered
Forgive them any way
If you are kind people may
Accuse you of ulterior motives
Be kind any way
If you are honest people
May cheat you
Be honest anyway
If you find happiness people
May be jealous
Be happy anyway
The good you do today
May be forgotten tomorrow
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have
And it may never be enough
Give your best anyway
For you see in the end
It is between you and God
It was never between you and them
Mother Theresa of Calcutta
A heart of pure gold
You cared for the unwanted
You gave joy to the unloved
And you stood by the uncared for
Continue to rest in bosom of the lord
Categories:
mother theresa, blessing, caregiving, christian, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
mother theresa, celebration, flower, inspirational, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Acts of kindness if we LQQK, yet the hatred flows on, all in the guise of "my perspective is the righteous perspective" ...
It's STILL hatred ... and for each of us it has to end with that person in the mirror each morning, or STOP the bitching ...
We WASTE so much intelligence and creativity and ingenuity on hatefulness, when we ALL know the answer ...
WHY?!?
Gandhi knew the answer, Martin Luther King, Jr. knew the answer, Muhammad, Jesus, Buddha, Mandela, Mother Theresa, Confucius, all knew the answer ...
Everyone loves to quote these great, peaceful people, and then we go about ignoring and trashing everything they stood for ...
Peace and LOVE and kindness are not rocket science, but they DO require changing ourselves on the deepest and most stubborn levels ...
There is NO other way.
Categories:
mother theresa, hate, love, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
There will be a test, three questions, my spirit guide told me. I heard the first one upon entering the astral plane. “Who did you love?”
A fuzzy gate was less than ten feet away, gleaming like the brightest white sun ever made, I had to shade my eyes. I could barely see.
Everyone, I thought. I loved everyone. My traitorous heart laughed. It began showing me a series of photos, of everyone I had stopped loving, or given up on, or cast aside. I gasped. Would this mean they would not let me in?
A second question immediately flew into my head. “Who did you help?” My mind went completely blank. My heart began beating loudly and irregularly. I pictured myself in the bowls of hell, and expected to be there in two seconds.
An angel who looked more like Mother Theresa than Mother Theresa walked toward me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and said “Rest”. I felt an immediate almost overwhelming love, an indescribable, absolute all-knowing God-love, and I fell onto a cloud, my eyes shut, safe.
When I awoke I heard the final question, and I knew it was the real one. “How precious is life?” As precious as love, my spirit-soul answered. The only reason we agree to live another earth life, the ONLY REASON we agree to live another human life is so that we can experience the most precious things with our most precious and revered soul-people, who are our “real” precious things.
The gates flew open.
Colors I had forgotten and souls I remembered only in my dreams were standing to greet me and hug me and love me and sooth me.
I was the prodigal daughter, and I was home!
Written 10-08-2018 Contest: How Precious is Life?
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
mother theresa, heaven, life,
Form:
Free verse