Best Motherday Poems
One day alone is not enough
To measure universal love
Sculptured in her embodiment
One day alone is not enough
To tell treausre greatest of my heart
Besides the shrine where I serve my Lord.
One day alone is not enough
To fill the void that was her love
And set her caring worthiness apart
And honor her with honey words.
This mother's day then
May day shall blow blues again
And moon to dark I descend
The shrivelling path of pain.
What flowers on her grave
Can fend away the gloom
Of loss? No card can crave
The her eyes' bloom like petals
Withered now within the grave
I vested soul and all to save
You for the gallery of my stars
And finite so the thing I prove
How death can any mortal move
And mother's day make scars.
Today is precious, and you’re so special predestined from
The foundation of the earth. Wise men with their wisdom
Designated to say, happy mother’s day to all the fine women
Of worth.
Good mothers are those who care and understand
And you are among the few. Lay your hair down
Hold your head up high, enjoy today brand new.
You’re so very special, and great at what you do,
You have trained me well, the right path I should take
Without your love and care my life could be at stake.
I truly honor, and respect my mother every day,
From January to December, and back around again.
So mother’s day for me is every day because she’s my
Dearest friend.
Form:
Mirthful memories of stitches and axel grease,
Kennel Clubs and snicker doodles.
Memories like colors, collected on an artist’s palette,
Stirred with southpaw patience,
Finding her backward child upright,
On a cycle’s seat; in a hopeful heart.
She sprinkled her son with dust from a Turner’s apron,
Which was folded neatly behind a watercolor easel,
Beside a piece of curly maple, carved with care and honesty.
So strange the result of that old black hurst.
A harrowing childhood taught her to protect,
To find safety for her son; no more locked doors.
Scrapping wallpaper and a boot full of cola,
Kitters and critters, costumes and cross-hatching.
So many lessons for the care of those you love.
Vicks rub, vaporizers and hospital visits,
Waiting for hours for good Dr. Rhodes.
Truck seats and hugs before Basic Training,
Lunch dates at Wendy’s on top of Bridgeport Hill.
Concerns for character and a trip to the police station.
College apartments and Charleston summers.
Until the day he danced with her son,
On the day he was wed; without her,
That day would never have come.
I feel now the strokes of Monet,
And I thank the Breeze for my cradle,
And my view from the treetop,
Impressions from my past; gifts from my Mother.
The success of my love is rooted in her hands.
deep in this morning
i the processor must clean
set aside the wants of the day
and do the musts, in every dust wiping way
rub and scrub
till its all done
and hope i have time for a little fun
before the night set in
because inspection day (12-22-2010) will be coming soon
Lucky for me
I only been here, for about four months...
Form:
Mothers day is fast approaching,Its the time to show we care,
I look up towards the heavens ,because i know she is there.
She is probable watching over us, like she did when she was here,
Because a mothers love, is for always , not just one day a year.
As we get older ,and its our time to leave this world,
A place in heaven is set aside , for all good boys and girls.
I know my mother is waiting, for her family to be as one again,
So we can all pray together, like we did back then.
Its funny how we drift apart,as we try to find our strides,
But come together on mothers day,to watch her smile with pride.
For her it should be a day of rest, no cooking, cleaning,or washing clothes,
But for anyone who knew my mother, she did all of those.
She would say , just because its mothers day,
The choirs still have to be done,
The cattle still need thier hay,
Sweeping the barn out was no fun.
But she did it all with a smile,never once ask for help,
I guess she figured we had enough to do , looking after ourselves.
So for the times she spent ,and the sharing of care,
Im wishing my Mother ,a HAPPY MOTHERS DAY,for i know she will always be
here.
Form:
Not a "Newbie" in the High School,
But also isn't yet that Senior to rule.
New teachers and new classes.
More shirts, pants and new glasses.
Different here, the classes are "blocked".
Each subject is an hour and a half on the clock.
Can't miss too many days.
Or there will be a lot delays.
Only four subjects per semester.
Even for the silly class jester.
Harder the keep your average an "A".
In your books your nose has to stay.
All in all, school isn't all that much fun.
But if you want a decent life, it has to be done.
Each day Mom pushes them to make the best.
And every day she is always impressed.
Great boys, who do the best they can.
And Mom, who is their biggest fan.
She just wants them to be better than her,
So a hard life, they won't have to incur.
They'll be successful in College and High School.
Each hardship will be their secret jewel.
It makes them stronger and full of life.
So in education, they WILL be rife.
For John Loving III's "Education" Game, As Always "Demented" Illyanna, You Are Up.
As I awake with my retina
adjust to the first day of light.
A figure big amongst most
appears in my site. A
connection being made is a
understatement. More like the
beginning of roots implated in
the pavement. For the
chemistry on that day can not
be duplicated or reenacted. But
in a moments notice the
chemistry was distracted. As
the name remained but the
visions, the visions where never
the same. Never the same, but
the name still remained. And as
we let the clock skip for a bit.
And find moments in time
polluted by your ****. Then
came your attitude which
adjusted our latitude. And I still
remained, so where is the
gratitude. Disappointments
even some regrets. Had my
past, preset and future feel the
effect. I still believed...in every
breath utter word. But what
occurred was the exact
opposites demonstrated by
verbs. And yet I still remain but
that's when your name began
to change. That's when our
existence withered away.
Heartbreaks and drama always
was attained in our every day
saga. Which even makes me
believe our bonds not thicker
than water. Yet I fictionalized
your story. So in history you
can be made into some glory.
But I can't anymore. For my
hopes have sunk to the ocean
floor. Now remains are
heartaches and pains.
Dreaming about another life
where that one moment
remained. Fictionalized hero
truly only a equal. Left
abandoned making my
existence to a mere zero. And
as foolish as it seems even if I
remove my self out of your
visual frame. Your name will
still and always will remain the
same.
Mother Mother
Sweet Mother of mine
My love for you
Shall last til the end of time
the warmth of your shoulder
and the care that you give
is something I will hold
near and dear to me
for as long as I live
although this mothers day
is more different than most
behind all your smiles
I know you still miss Leebo
but things will get better
as time goes by
You know I am here for you
Especially if you need to cry,
Cry your eye's out
as most mothers would do
On this special Mothers day,
I'll carry the love of two
But please dont be sad
and please don't frown
because rest assured
and YOU know
Leebo is looking down
Laughing and smiling
with that big beautiful grin
thinking about all the great times
you and me had with him,
but this is the end of my poem
I'll make it short and sweet,
Happy Mothers day momma
From your Son's
Cody and Lee
this poem was dedicated to my mother on Mothers day and My brother who passed away this
past december
when she met the homely older man with the big nose,
shoulders hunched about his ears as if to ward off further blows,
she married him and moved far away
and at first it was okay
grateful for every day
that passed
admiring herself in the looking glass
every day that he expressed his adoration
in every way except penetration
and his impotence drove him to drink
as she stood staring at the sink
and wonderered how it all went so wrong
her dream had been so strong
that she would lead a perfect life
be a perfect wife
though she tried, she tried,
her facade so flawless she was able to hide
kept it all inside
until the anguish brought pain
crippling and insane
every day, every day
only the strongest drugs held it at bay
making her almost catatonic stumbling through the day
and maybe if she ignores these kids of hers they will go away
three thousand miles from home
and all she'd ever known
how she'd tried to fit in
every day the pain would win
and bring her to her knees
oh, please, oh, please,
and the only friend she'd ever made
she eventually betrayed
their friendship was shallow
the only reason she kept up the sallow
farce was minimal
a common language
she overlooked the fact that she was Austrian
(despied by the Swiss)
her father a Nazi war criminal
but, hell, at least she was someone to have over for tea
and speak her native tongue
social climbing rung by rung
the real shame of this fake
was that her only friend's husband was a handsome rake
and stirred feelings deep inside her that she had never felt before
and she craved more
and the drugs, homesickness, loneliness, self centeredness,
impotense and desire
burned out of control like a fire
and warped into perversion
her son became her diversion
innocense lost in the worst way
and even when he ran away at sixteen
nothing was ever addressed
but she could no longer molest
and her will was finally broken down
by this Austrian clown
his charm, so suave, his charm
that caused so much harm
her only friend betrayed
Have you ever felt the soft breeze?
Have you sensed its sweet caress?
I have felt a touch
That’s even softer than the silk’s latch…
Yet, it lies hidden within
A single person’s skin
A person whose love rushes through
My blood and soul’s stew…
I treasure that person so much
That I can’t describe how much
I ponder at her eye’s gaze
For it carries wisdom and profession
through every phase…
You are my treasure
For you are my mother…
The one that shall never escape my mind
The one that fills my explodes my sad cloud….
You are so unique
For nothing replaces your gentle knock
That awakens the angel within a person
As it guides those who are blind towards the correct direction…
I grew up in your hands
As you watched me learn how to stand…
Until I flew up high
Raised my wings and flew towards the sky…
Yet…Each year….
A day passes with calm music to the ear
As a melody is played across my lips
Addressing you with a tulip
Slowly…That day approaches…
Quickly…That day passes…
A child stood in front of you that day
But today, she’s a young lady
Wishing you a Happy Birthday…
Life begins with family,
Which prepares us for the rest.
Without it even eagles
Would not live to leave the nest.
And when time overtakes us,
Leaves you facing the unknown,
Family would not allow
That we face this road alone.
We look out for each other,
In whichever way we can.
Some have kept us in their prayers
Since the day our lives began.
Sometimes we feel like islands,
Fortified against the sea.
But an island too must come
To it’s final destiny.
And who will be beside you,
As you slip beyond the veil?
Loved ones who’ve been close to you
Since the dawning of your tale.
For they have been our teachers,
Since our lungs first filled with air.
Each time we faced a crisis,
Family was always there.
They laughed when we were happy,
And lamented our sorrow.
They wished they could have promised
A better day tomorrow.
You drifted apart, in time,
Off to fly with your own wings.
The days of yore, left behind,
In pursuit of greater things.
Families keep a vigil,
To see how far we will fly.
Ever ready to catch us,
If we should fall from the sky.
If we should ever reach the stars,
We’d see their hearts swell with pride.
Grateful for the roll they played,
Which prepared us for the ride.
But even the spectator,
Who is bound to earth below,
Watches out for the brother,
Who surpassed him long ago.
Whether it is logical
For the mouse to guard the bear,
Makes no difference to the mouse,
Let all predators beware.
For if the two are brothers;
Though the bear, the forest king,
The mouse would not leave his post;
He would face most anything.
While the falcon needs no aid,
From her sister hummingbird.
Though the hummingbird remains,
Unafraid and undeterred.
This bond cannot be broken,
A link all families share,
Though friends often come and go,
Family is always there.
Since mother changed our diapers,
And dad bounced us on his knee,
Until the last breath we take,
All we have is family.
Forever On Your Heart
(Doubledown Style 1)
You birth children into the world
Slowly you watch them grow
You teach them daily right from wrong
All the things they should know
From day one they are on your lap
You love them from the start
Your values you impart to them
They turn and break your heart
love them unconditionally
Oh how does your heart ache
The news you hear from day to day
Hearing of their mistakes
There is so much I can’t explain
So I sit in disbelief
Within is a terrible pain
Where can I find relief
Form:
Caring and couragous girl she will alwys be
Her birth was a great day for me
Each day she is a treasure
You have no idea how much I miss her
Eagerness for learning new things she always has had
Never lets on too much when she is sad
Nice is just not enough of a word for her
Exsquisite her beauty really is
Really and truly her mothers daughter
Always smiling even though her heart was breaking
I really miss my princess girl
Ninny is her nickname that she so loved
Eager for the day I can tell her how she is loved how much she has been missed.
It’s Mothers Day once again,
A time to remember who was, is, and will always be our very best friend.
The person we ran to whenever we hurt,
Or with an old rag and spittle could remove the dirtiest of dirt.
Who could put us in our place with just that special look,
Or would hold us in her lap for hours reading stories from a fairy tale book.
Who’s hand you felt on your head all hours of the night when you didn’t feel good,
Whose beauty is ageless, like only it should.
They are the best teacher we probably ever had,
Always instilling truth and informing us if we were bad.
They are probably the second greatest gift that God ever gave,
They are right behind Jesus wanting us to be saved.
This special day is for our mothers whom we love and revere,
Let God’s Grace pour down on them from Heaven, these ones we hold so very dear.
May this day be the best that you have ever known,
As partial payment from me for all the love that you've always shown.
Dedicated to all the mom's throughout the world:
God Bless you on this special day!
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Remembering my mother today
Some of the things she used to say
Many of the caring gifts she gave
Some of the humor I thought just hers
One item that she said stuck with me
Was the day she was stirring frosting
And her whole body was in motion
Well at least several chubbie parts
My brother got to laughing at her
She gave him__ the look__ over glasses
And she said, "Well no one can cook good
If they don't have the correct motion."
Since that day I heard Justin Wilson
On his great cooking TV show say
"One cannot cook unless they have it__
You know interesting cooking motion."
This is just one memory of Mom
Many pass through the channels of mind
Blood is thicker than water so said
Mom adopted me__not blood__just love