Best Motherme Poems
For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.
You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug
You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy
Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write
Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.
If I don’t hear from the poetry cop
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!
P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s
the write.
Im taking the train to alzheimers, cause it aint taking me, I might wait forever for a drug to
set me free.So remember family,when my mind is truly gone,To tell me tall stories to keep
me well informed. remember mum when you were the queen of sheba,and you had hair of
silk.and then i'll chuckle to myself and think you's have lost your mind.So tell me im
important and ask me for advice.and even when i put you wrong smile and say im
right.Cause now my mind is like a childs and i need some reassurance,and Alzheimers has
stole the best of me and i dont have much endurance.But just remember while you can the
good things in your life, cause once its stolen in the night its gone for good you see.
Breezes of a summer night,
gently blew into my open
bedroom window as i
laid there so restless and
desperately trying to bring
sleep to my weary soul.
Eyes closing, sending me to
a land i once walked,
places where i lived,
peace and contentment,
flooded my soul as,
i saw my mother's smiling
face. of her telling me,
how she loved and missed me,
hoping i was getting along ok,
feeling of joy swept me away,
as a sun beam touched my face,
to a most dear and beautiful day,
felt better than i had in years,
knowing life had more things in store
for me, that i needed to move on.
wrote 3-29-11
Excuse me now it's the Loving Time,
"Meows and purrs" while I write my rhymes.
Little nibble on my toe, just so I'll know, you're there.
Scratch on my ankle, hey! I know you care!
"Meeeooowwww" again by my foot,
so I stopped to have a look....
And melted at how cute you are there!
So excuse me my friends...
In the middle of my pen, a little ball of fur cries.
Whiskers are tickling, her tail is switching
and her nibbles beg kibbles from my eyes.
I must stop and Love this precious,
little ball of fur with her purring message.
I'll return to you soon to complete my rhyme,
Just after I give my full attention
and now most certainly my mention,
of the duty I fulfill, when it's the Loving Time.
:) I'm in training...
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I am a lot of things
I am a mother
I am a child
I am a sister
I am a friend
I am someones lover
I am unfortunately someones wife
I am always afraid of doing the wrong thing and of making mistakes
I feel sooo much at one time
I feel loss
I feel love
I feel a burning hatred that runs sooo deep
I feel confusion of where I am going and what I am doing
I feel lost and without any understanding
I am who I am and what I am
I know I am not perfect and neither is anyone else
I am tired of being judged by my past
I made my mistakes don't want them thrown in my face
If I had not made those mistakes I would not be who I am
Take me or leave me I am who I am and make no more apologies
Love me, hate me I don't care anymore
I am tired of being nice and keeping my mouth shut
I am tired of not being allowed to be me
I am not an easy woman to love
I am complex and simple ALL at once
I want love and need love but will live without it if I have to
Take your best shot because I am.......ME!
When I lay down at night and put my weary eyes to rest,
that's when my mind begins to put me to the very test.
Thinking about the life I've led, how could I let it go?
missing my children to the point the pain remains to show.
Recalling the memories of taking them to the park to play,
Now I have them questioning, "Why did she run away?"
I wish they knew how hard it was for me to keep trying,
When ever I've called, I've caught your grandma lying.
All I wanted was to do the right thing and get them back,
When denied that chance, I sadly turned to smoking crack.
Moments of escaping the pain which is bound to always return,
Why did it seem to take so long what God wanted me to learn.
What I would not give to hold my children in my arms again,
Never to part, but together a new life we could make begin.
I've learned alot of things from my life's many mistakes,
To make everything better, trust I'll do whatever it takes.
In the future I will take the time to listen to what they say,
going outside to watch them when they feel the need to play,
Now everytime the call my name I will never again ignore,
I promise to always pay attention more than I've done before.
Never would I have thought not to have them by my side,
ever since I've lost them, a part of me has gone and died.
There’s a little girl inside of me craving for a mother’s love.
Wishing for her to speak to me from her home above.
Craving for a mother to hear me speak and minister to my pain.
In need of mother to hold me close during the storm and rain.
Fifty years upon this earth and still need mother’s hand.
Trying so hard to walk alone in this cold, cold land.
Mother is gone, grandma too where do I go from here?
Craving for a mother’s love Oh how I wish she was near.
A Mother's Embrace
One night I had an uneasy dream
I was at Mother's Wake
A woman entered the viewing room
I wanted to scream
It was my Deceased Mother
Followed by her Dead Sister Stella
A third woman without a face
Carried a black violin and an umbrella
The trio approached the coffin
Mother was lying in
The Blond woman with no face
Started to play a weeping violin
My brother suddenly grabbed me
And threw me against the wall
I fell to the floor then slowly got up
I realized I was now wearing a Pall
Mom looked at her corpse
Then approached me and said
I am not dead
Then she slapped my face and embraced my head
I awoke rolled out of bed turned on the light
Looked in the mirror with terrible fright
Saw a red mark on my face what a horrible sight
Did Mom return form the Grave to visit me this night
The mark was proof of Mom's Death Embrace
I hope writing this poem
Will keep me from ever going
Back to this dark place
Joseph Adam Elward
Mother dear, I recall the many worry lines upon thy dear face.
Oh, that if time I could reverse and them from thy face erase!
Forgive me Mother dear if I caused you any undue despair.
Forgive me Mother dear if I etched my share of them there!
You struggled to see your family through the Great Depression.
To see to the needs of your family was thy sole obsession.
You saw us through sickness and health - to that I can avow.
I know that this alone carved worry lines upon thy brow.
In my feckless youthfulness, too many times I let you down.
I saw disappointment on thy face and thy disapproving frown.
If only I had the power to turn back the clock and erase,
Those worry lines that I caused to crease thy noble face.
I rue the many times that I gave you unnecessary sass.
Those hurtful words from my mouth were so terribly crass.
It gives me peace to know God erased those worry lines from your brow,
When He welcomed you Home where you rest at peace with Him now!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Paula Swanson's "Line" Contest - September 2010
I was not the bastard son with whom
You struggled to survive
I was the second child of a first marriage
Whom you opted to deprive.
He was the emotional one
Always taking mommy’s hand
I was the strong one often
Pretending to understand
“He needs me more than you do,”
Are the words that you would mutter
As you carefully groomed my nemesis
Instead of being my mother
Long drives, you used to take
To clothe him in OP Wear
While taking me to Goodwill,
And I knew it wasn’t fair
You begged him to come with you
When you filed for divorce
While leaving me with an empty house,
Showing no remorse
Years later we connected when I
Didn’t hate you so much
Nothing really changed; for, you
Still lacked a mother’s touch
You made him elaborate meals
in a house so very grand
And proceeded to make excuses
Expecting me again to understand
When you died, it was I who found
You lying on the floor
Because I was the strong one,
Like you said before
The chosen one sold your property
While seemingly not so sad
While I cried for a week straight
For the mother I never had.
"Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it"
Swedish Proverbs
All the while I went my way
Hot hostility halt my been gay
Anger defiled my melodious voice
Frightened love, fled far from been mine
Each dawn grew my melancholy phase
Still you cared, it made me amazed
Each of thy smiles slightly faded my repugnant scowl
It a little, shamed by burning anger
My heart pictured if thy world was true
I began to believe for I was always at rest with you
Many a time I would have gone back
But amidst my distressing scowl,
Mama smiled like my scowl was a charming smile
Felicitations of envy I'd give to men
But you were ever gentle and patient
An insolent child is not thrown away, I'd
Hear her say
Just before hate could ruined me
You gave me reason to believe love is true
Slow ridding years mended my heart
Your incessant warmth refined me
Your warm embrace taught me the
Way of love; comforting, reassuring
Ever patient and forgiving
You showed me the beauty of love
Now the world is a mirror
When I smile they smile bright too
You are the constant sky in my life
I love you mama
For the contest “The Right Time” written by Ingibo Benson
Fourth July 2011
A vessel of love
A tower of strength
Guiding me to shore
A vessel of love
My guardian Angel that
Always guides me home
A prayer for my girls ~ If I should die before I wake
To my girls I would write
Mommy will always love you ~ I never placed anyone above you
You are my world and the reason for my life ~ I did my best though I didn’t get
everything right
You both gave me the courage and strength to fight ~ Your lives gave me direction
and your love was my light
Even though my body is no longer here ~ don’t you fear ~ my spirit is always near
Each night you get on your knees to pray ~ remember this prayer ~ Promise me to
say
“Dear God please tell mommy we said hi
That we understand that all people must die
We know she is safe with you in the sky
She is an Angel with wings and can now fly
We promise to make her proud
Our dreams will reach beyond the clouds
Tell her that we are okay and we remember her everyday
She is in our hearts where she will forever stay
We know she did her best ~ and that her soul can now rest
Please tell mommy we love her again and again…”
Amen
Lay
There comes a time when we all begin
to challenge the authority above.
Whilst we may know that we committed a sin
they still discipline us because of their love.
I remember just such a time
when Mom was the challengee and I was the challenger.
It was freezing and to be outside was a crime
yet, when she wasn't looking, I secreted myself out the door.
Of course the S_ _ _ hit the fan
as she saw me bundled up out there.
Window raised she called out, "DAN!"
enough to give me a scare.
In those days the timeout was nonexistent
and the corporal would be felt.
But the length and means of its extent
I would only know as she wielded that belt.
Like a windmill turning in great arcs afield
my little frame seemed to go.
Trying to get away from that swatting wield
was all I wanted to know!
"YES, MOTHER! YES, MOTHER! YES, MOTHER!"
was all that I could say.
Hoping against hope that she wouldn't tell father
when he came home at the end of his day.
This is one of the darkest memories
that I've had since I was about four.
Sometimes I think about those strokes that stung like bees
because I had sneaked out that door.
Yet, it was a mother's love for me
that prompted her disciple so severe.
As I have grown older the why I could see...
and sometimes still rub my rear!
God blessed me with the greatest gift,
a mother who I love so much.
Her smiling face is a light,
that brings me such joy.
Always there beside me
guiding my footsteps through each day.
Sharing laughter that is contagious.
to remember for always.
I’d be completely lost without her,
I can't even think about that day.
I know this much for certain,
she’s more than just my mother,
she’s the greatest gift of all
For the Contest "Scavenger Hunt"
Inspired by Constance's Poem "The Perfect Gift"