Best Mothermother Poems


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(MOTHER) 

For you I sing on this day
For you have shown me love, each and every way
I am yours and you are mine
I respect your love  until the end of time
With a mother like you, my life will always shine

Finding sun when there is rain
You are there to guide me in my pain
Lifting my heart when I am sad
Holding me when I am crying too
You are there when things get bad
Always doing what is true
When I say things to hurt you, or get you mad
I am sorry to have disappointed you 
like the times i got upset and started to fight
How about the times I tell you that your wrong
Never giving up on me, always showing me love 
Always waking up to a good morning kiss,
Than you always bless my goodnight kiss,
In those moments my life is where it belongs
For those reason to me you will always be right

Mother, I love everything you do

Like when you cook  for me
You also showed me how to tie my shoe
All those times I made you yell, or did not do things your way
You always found ways to make things  well
Always having the perfect thing to say

With a mother like you, I ask my self everyday
Are we a gift to you, from heaven above
Or, are you a gift to us, with lots and lots of love

Mother, I do not want to see you mad or sad 
You deserve to be treated special, from the day of birth
You deserve one more extra day besides your birthday 
Mother, you always know what to say
Mother, you deserve every thing your way
Mother, for you I will always pray
Mother to you I give all my heart
Mother not even your death tore us apart
Mother you are still in my soul no matter if we are apart

Mother I will never change you for another
This poem is just for you mother
Mother for you I praise your special day

HAPPY  HAPPY  MOTHERS  DAY

  (TO MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL WATCHING OVER ME)
                 ( I  WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS  17 )
© Skat A   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Childhood Treasures

Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula 
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future

Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
          Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
                Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex

A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
       A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age


I love you mom 
My son KJ often asks of you 
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved 
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother





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I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be 
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a 
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....
© Abe Lopez  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member My Mother

MY MOTHER          
Mother more than just a word; my mother is where my life began. My mother 
protected me from the world bonding together from the beginning. Safely tucked 
away I would spend the next nine months listening to her heart beat, gently 
floating in water. Our blood would mix and nourishment she supplied to me. 
My world and hers suddenly changed when my birth came about. No matter the pain 
we both endured, comfort quickly came as I found my way into her arms! Together 
we would make our way in this world as nothing compares to the love of my mother.
We listened to the birds singing, watched the lightning bugs, and talked of things 
on earth and heaven. My mother taught me love and gentleness’. Early in life I 
developed a sixth sense. I knew, “I had a guardian angel” and “God was always 
with me”.
Growing up was not so easy and I made many mistakes. Many times I did not 
understand my mother and swore she could not love me. I was looking through the 
eyes of a child and did not look through hers till aged and wiser!
My mother continued to love me forgiving my blunders in life for we bonded early 
when my heart first began to beat. With the passing of time my mother proud and 
supportive always tells me of her love for me. At times when I look in the mirror, 
looking back at me is my mother!
 I know life as I know one day may end however; my mother and I having shared 
life from the start will always be bonded in the heart. My mother gave from her 
heart and soul. Now to you my mother, in your honor; I dedicate and give this poem 
with all my love from all my heart!
						Your, Daughter Debbie 
Dew!
								
	July 20, 2011
Form: Narrative


Without You Mother

without you mother its so hard to bear this awful pain
to not have you in our life, is a harder heal to gain
you left us so suddenly at the young age of 45
to hug and hold you in my arms for just a little while
to kiss your cheek,and maybe see you smile
no more heartache, no more pain, even though cancer is to blame
god needed another angel, so he called your name
and you had to leave behind all those you truly loved
when heavens gates opened for you from up above
even though we'll miss you, i know your in a better place
i cant wait till the day i see your beautiful face.
so rest in peace my dear mother until we meet again
because without you mother my love will never end
Form: Rhyme

Too Late To Say

I can smell the pies a baking
Upon the warmest summer day
Even with windows wide open
It’s a scent not gone away

She was there before the changing
Making food just like before
But once the afternoon had come
It was the bottle, wanted more

Now there were many of us still under
Yeah, under the roof she called her own
But, to this child who knew no better
This was my mom and too my home

Despite the angry, angry bottle
That turned her feelings dark and gray
I knew my mother forever loved me 
Though I wished my mom away

How sad I am today
That the bottle
Made me wish my mom away

Many years were cast upon us
I had grown into a family man
A hard working, white collar worker
Trying to do the very best I can

With my wife standing beside me
I have strength to look back and see
My misinterpreted emotions
And all my mother meant to me

She was here to see my children
She tried to make up for all she did
But all she had ever wanted, really
Was to be happy and to live

For she had so many children
I was the youngest of her ten
Yeah, I was my mother’s baby
But I never knew what it really meant

Until now that I’m a father
And sometimes things, they get so tough
It’s so easy to dive into a bottle
But, it’s love that makes one stop

She did that for my children
But, I never really saw her change
And never had the chance to tell her
All my feelings, cause it got too late

My mother left this world not long ago
She met my dad on Heaven’s floor
My only sadness is I never told her
That I couldn’t have loved her more

That I was thankful for all her loving
All the gifts she had given me
For her teachings of life in general
And my family’s history

I was grateful for her changing
But not the woman that she was
She was perfect in that way
Form:

Pride of American Cousin

-

The draper shop in Drumshanbo town was busy on the day
The girls were moving bales of cloth and packing shelves away
Are you allowed to dance tonight Jackie's hall we all can sway
It's a ceili Band of Shan-a-han their good to dance and play
-
Dadddy's working late the pit and Sunday mass must go
The night before this dance you talk a condition don't you know
I will my mother announce to her and mammy will promote
My dress is paid and shelf a laid I'll take now then she wrote

Home that evening gay and trip the thatch upon the hill
Daddy home descends the thrown and says no way you will
Sad and cry by tears to sill and wipe them with the net
A car a pilot steps on out and walks the lane we met 

American Uniform proud and boast a cousin from the states
Oh ! Daddy dear please come come here I beg it's not too late 
Well fair enough a chaparone took, be home by midnight moon 
Oh ! Daddy dear I love you here and Mammy stirred the spoon

Into the dance a pride so strong all girls with jaws a dropp
A stunning man she said at hand an accent slightly lopped
I know that day my mother say one day I'll marry him 
But Daddy knows as cousins go not possible a sin

(Snippet of a story involving my mother in 1940s -West of Ireland)
© Ian Foley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


900 Miles

Bird around the bay of white and swoops aloft the air
Descends upon the deck and lays a top a chair
Dear bird me thinks I leave my land to forage and to bare
And now my suit has got your fruits on shoulder and on hair

Tis luck shouts out a cabin crew success to you will come
Mean time I'll sidle down the lane the laundry mat I run
Dear mother cries a second gone. I cried from train to ship
One day return a penny more two sons upon a trip

Fair city crown from westland row beyond the port a bay
To sail to Forests hard and cold Fort William leads the way 
The work is hard my fathers tale dont work with rocks and dams   
Hibernia is a boldly spot a rugged place he bans
 
The uncle's bar a whisk'y jar serve porter strong and mean
Two bars my uncle holds right now upon the goebels green 
A war you'll go his comments show now to work for one small bob 
Dear uncle be more kindly now for I have a new a job

No longer work at wasted rates his mother would be shocked
My brother dear you stay well clear a slave who holds a mop
I love you mother and long to see you smile and praise your lot
900 miles return to you show Eirean what you got.
© Ian Foley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Kyrielle

Premium Member The Dove

Asleep on her bed as if having a dream,
His mother passed on so peaceful and serene.
Her spirit she'd share with a white dove that took flight, 
And then on her son's shoulder it was soon to alight.

The dove then flew to a tree where leaves drifted down
Settling right on top of her son's bereaved crown.
When he looked at the leaves, two were normally formed, 
But the third one he found to be slightly deformed.

It was shaped like a heart for him to keep.
Choking back tears he tried not to weep.
For he knew then his mother had sent the sweet dove
To tell him good-bye and to send him her love.


*For Deborah Guzzi's Contest Animals Speak
Form: Rhyme

Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife

Mary's Tribulation

Mary’s Tribulation

She wept from the depths of her bowels
For the child she brought into fruition.
Not knowing in her love,
She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices.
Tortured nerves washed with vinegar.
Nails driven through meridians to increase the pain.
PAIN, oh so great, oh so long,
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross

She wept and her heart broke in angst,
His purpose to teach mankind.
Her witness to His Love.
So great, the task, His life
His walk, so brief on earth.
Yet thousands of years, the story retold
Eternal salvation unfolds.
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross.

Perfect

Perfect

I catch myself thinking
I have to call my mother or
My mother would like
That Christmas card
With the kittens

But there are no more phone calls
And no more Christmases 
For her
Or for me with her

No more wondering
What I would buy a woman who says
“I don’t need anything”?
No more
Complaining that I 
Have to take a bus and a train
And a bus 
To visit her

In a perfect world
I would have been the perfect daughter
More attentive
More caring
More loving

In a perfect heaven
My mother would be with my father
He no longer yells
Or worries about money
Or forgets who she is 
They would sing songs together
As they used to

On a perfect Christmas
There would be a 
Silent Night
And that is what
I have now

But it seems
Less than
Perfect

December 22, 2009

Different Sides

A mother and a friend; a companion always.



By: Misty Leccese
© December 9, 2010


Written for Sami Al-khalili contest Heart's Warmth.
And for my mother who has always been everything this little poem says. I will be forever
grateful for her.
Form: Monoku

Three Hands Holding Firm

A mother holds her first born son
Life and love become one
Two hands holding firm
When apart he shakes and squirms

The cure of a mothers voice
Erases any other noise
Warmth and warmth together
Combining their hearts forever

A mother and her first born son
Three years later 2+1
Two young boys in her arms
Some would say her two little lucky charms

Three hands holding firm
When apart only one shakes and squirms
Together they grow as a family
It started before they were standing

A mother in between two big boys
Grabbing the belt is a mothers only other choice
But boys don't cry they take their licks
Except when mother decides to grab a big ole switch

Hooping and hollering
The two boys rant and cry
But at the end of the day
She tells them everythings all right

For a mother with two young sons
A mothers work never seems to be done
Cooking, Cleaning and dressing
To a mother these things are a blessing

A blessing full of curses indeed
If your a mother you know what I mean
Motherhood at it's very best
Raising two boys is a mothers ultimate test

Synonym Pt 2

I resume being paused as my mind dissects the vernacular,
Is continuing to think, a symptom of strength?
I chuckle as I sit befuddled,
With a constant struggle between this or that...
Yes or maybe,
As a baby, knowledge of strength was passively instilled in me,
Watching my mother produce more out of nothing than I could out of something...
But my eyes remain fixed on power lifting,
Awkward body shifting,
As he lifts a ton, perfectly balancing the mass,
Which pushes me to ask,
Are my mother and the lifter somehow in relation?
If so this equation, or rather expression's direction is pointed away from my mother,
For she is greater than he...
He lifts, then pushes, then rests, i guess...
Since the first push of birth not only has my mother lifted,
But for 18 years she carried and balanced a household and 3 lives,
So no matter how hard you strive to convince me,
It's simply impossible to drown in a glass of water,
When my mother treads water in the pacific,
And because of her treading, I now have a boat,
And hope does float...
I guess Webster was just trying to save time...

Crushed-Blue Velvet

Four years of life had been obtained
Sitting on ol' Blue Velvet, crossing my legs
My mother crying, wiping her face
While i was perplexed on this beautiful day.

Father had walked in around noon
With the same face my mother wore
Kneeling beside me by the blue velour
Avoiding my eyes as if it was his chore.

Put in in words that a child understands
And spoke to me, first time, like a man
He'd be giving my mother back her hand
I crumbled inside like when water meets sand.

He said, "It's for the best, Pal"
How
No more family now
Followed up with, "We'll work it out somehow"

Four year old man i became
with an immature, gutless father to blame
Didn't even look at my mother the same
Loved her more and shared her shame.

The look on her face I will remember most
When father became stranger
she became both
mother and father.


I was glad when she got rid of that couch
The Crushed Blue Velvet that just sat still
Served as the tongue that swelled up in my mouth
And the childhood it killed.

Still tried to forget all memories of it
That Blue Velvet place is where it all started
Used to be my favorite place to sit
With both gone, my memories departed.

Might be thinking this a sad ode
On the contrary, it actually WAS for the best
My father only had Love A La Mode
Selfishness filled the rest.

My mother, the soldier, strongest being i know
Did what my idol couldn't do
she fed and watered and watched us grow
Showing us the truth.
Form: Rhyme

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