Mom Dad Poems | Examples
These Mom Dad poems are examples of Dad poems about Mom. These are the best examples of Dad Mom poems written by international poets.
"In-form polarities merge in the heart
One that became two becomes one again
Breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start
God’s grace in-pours as we dance in the rain”
One
Meets one
Three emerge
Three lives joined but
Separate in ways
One emerges to meet one
One meets him and finds she's loved
Yet, those two lives encompass more
All the ancestors that were before
Does the weight of them bare down heavily?
The Empty house sits alone, no one home anymore, if it could talk, would we be sad…. weeds are growing in the front where roses, flower tulips once bloomed, tended to by a sweet mom of four boys, who hands of motherly love..
As you enter the front door, you sense the emptiness of the home, come in and have a seat, glance around the walls, you will be comforted by Our Savior’s face on the walls.
The kitchen is bare, only nick nacks gathered up over years and years of Christian fun family gatherings, where many home cooked meals were prepared.. with a mothers love of 4 hungry boys and a dear loving hardworking father, husband enjoyed his sons company as well as town folk, friends gathered as well, his loving memory is truly felt in this Empty house..
The kitchen table once covered in Christmas sugar cookies, many board games, laughter, brotherly, family wise cracks jokes were told, now is full of bills, old magazines never read.
The Empty House may be empty of four boys and two loving parents who became like family to me, but you can see, feel, hear their voices, laughter, smiles, brotherly love in its walls, photos and on the walls…
a young boy approached me
asked me for a dollar
Where are your parents
I almost hollered
he pointed to the tattoos
on his arms
one of ‘mom,’ the other of ‘dad’
“There they are,” he said
Sadly
Story
Lionel Derbyshire
And then when Christmas came
I hoped for more
But all I got was an orange
There was a lot more
I hoped for..
The intake for war ended
And Spring came to blend
It's fruit..
The day had it's trials
And the night was long
I saw the orange on the tree
And the orange I pealed
Waiting for a bite
I swallowed hard
The orange went down
My stomach felt filled
And the juice
Went to my eyes
The rind burnt my tongue
And strong I felled.
Another bite I took
The juice ran down
My lips
It tasted sweet or sour
It was a Christmas time
No money was not mine
I was 6 years old.
I only had
A bite of orange
So devine
And wanted more.
I knew Daddy would
Bring more off the war
And then a stranger came
Who became a friend
But told me our Father
Was dead
Pang !
A stab of pain
And on that night
Rolling tears
Put me to asleep
Sadly..
And on that night
Mom hugged me tight
As if I was part of her body.
You've walked a long walk
It's time to sit back.
The journey's rough and tough
Thorns and thistles laid bare.
Your feet bleed and crack;
But you walk through the boulder.
Scorned on all sides
You heed them no more.
Sorrows, heartache etched
Within you, broken and shattered
But you built us home;
of love and wisdom to dwell.
Like a sculptor and a painter,
You chipped out the rough edges
Then painted a canvas,
Bright and beautiful.
You shed tears in rain,
Kissed the mud in pain.
Worn were your clothes,
Different patches stitch in,
Then burry the shame behind
To made us stand tall.
You've walked a long walk,
It's on us to shoulder your load;
A traveller, you'll see the world:
Beauties you've missed,
Clothe in majestic sapphire.
No one shall scorn you now,
We'll shield you.
Our house is made,
Our home is built
Our life shall shine.
Love so devine
You'd instilled within us
We'll nurture till we grow old.
"Love, understanding and unity",
Our precepts, shall live on.
Together with love'll shine,
Till we bow our head.
Why Dad?
Why did you have to go
Why did you leave me
Why did you pretend something never happened
Why did you put me in this situation
Why did you yell at me
Why did you tell me you still loved my mom
Why did you leave me with trauma
Why did you lie to me
Why did you overdose twice
Why did you lie about your pass
Why did you stay
Why did you say what you said
Why did you gaslight me
Why did you strip me of my childhood
Why did you write poems
Why did you need me
Why did you go to the mental hospital
Why did you make me cry
Why did you say my sister is your favorite
Why did you cause me to write this poem
Why dad?
Missing my Parents
Both are gone
Jesus is with me
I am never alone.
Rest my dear Parents
You've done your best
Remembrance in memories
Centuries, Decades, through Destiny
All the rest.
We said our goodbyes,
I wish I could remember it better.
I never thought much of it,
Never asked questions of it,
Never questioned your decision;
I never touched the wound again.
I looked around emotionless,
And saw mom sowing,
Her eyes locked on the fabric
Not daring to look up.
She had asked if we were hungry,
But we didn’t answer,
I didn’t realize what was occuring.
Never dared looked deep into there eyes,
Because they would tell me the truth.
I looked at the door,
Wondering when you’ll return;
Thinking in an hour you’ll be here again.
But it took longer,
So I stopped counting, and just waited
for the day you’ll take us with you.
I never thought it meant so much,
Never thought it would be so harmful.
Never thought it would come so soon,
To have to say goodbye again.
Many would have been filled with humiliation
At ruining their brother Bill’s graduation
Their mother’s face showed total mortification
Dad was used to bad behavior, from his relation.
If displaced, found nowhere, but in water
of the retention pond,
no longer in V-formation, nowhere
in the bluest sky,
however, beneath and at the behest
of angels, ruled by God,
it is my greenest eyes that you swim in,
as I exit the highway.
This exit didn’t exist when Mom was alive,
nor the quick stop, QT,
that I pass by, so close to my dad’s house.
On a cul-de-sac, road’s end,
I pull into his short, straight driveway, push
open the door, unlocked.
I quick-tell my story of the seized geese,
it was only mine to tell,
of how I saw their takeoff as if they were planes
leaving the lonely spot,
their brief stay with only my mind and heart
to excite; somewhere lifting
into the gray, blue day prodded on by
a host of angels.
Dad doesn’t recall the retention pond; is
it nowhere
but in my imagination; oh no,
it is so real, beyond nowhere, somewhere
where his eyes can’t see,
for Dad drives straight to the liquor store,
prepared to see olives
in his martini; but he’s happy to see geese fly
out my retentive mouth.
In an instant,
one or more lives can be changed forever.
A car crosses the road,
now headed for a pick-up truck.
The driver, husband and father to be,
lies dead on the road.
The wife and mother to be will some how survive,
but will never be the same.
The unborn baby will also survive,
their lives will be changed forever.
Their loving mother will make hard choices,
this precious little one will be adopted out.
All three lives have been changed forever,
just one person caused all this pain.
You said I reminded you of my mother.
We both liked to argue, you said.
Did you ever love her?
You said I reminded you of my mother,
in a tone that echoed of dread.
More attention was spent on my brother.
You said I reminded you of my mother,
for of the same blood we bled.
You said I reminded you of my mother.
Did you ever love her?
Your stark tone echoed with dread.
We both liked to argue, you said.
More attention was spent on my brother.
You said I reminded you of my mother.
There has never been or will ever be another.
Dad, do you know,
How much pain am I in?
I don't like mother's words anymore,
Cursing you daily, again and again!
Everyone else has a father.
Why can't I see you dad?
Why don't they let me see you?
The black-coat uncles are so bad.
I know how good you are.
So it feels like a big pain.
Everyday mom argues so much,
For you, she has such scorn, disdain.
So I sent this today,
Don't know if you'll get my letter.
Answer in secret if you do,
I also wrote how you can reply to it better.
Even at this advanced, unsettled age
daddy's name still evokes horrible pain,
he wasn't faithful to mom and her rage
never exploded to make us break down:
such an incredible courage was a saint's devoted creed,
she stood very strong protecting us with an iron shield!
My sisters weren't as aware as I was,
they went to school and played games,
I struggled a lot and thrived to prove myself:
I acted differently, never being broken in half!
A dad's duty is to guide his adored kids,
until they have developed a full brain;
to leave them stranded without a specific direction:
is a horrible deed that eventually leaves many scars!
Dad never hugged us, never listened closely but vaguely,
all he wanted was rigid discipline without any disagreement;
if we disobeyed, he would slap us hard without explaining why:
we were sheep under his rule, he used the rod on the innocent!
Times spent with mum were inspiring and insightful,
she taught me the Bible, dad didn't teach me anything;
my strength comes from mother and I revere this feeling:
no greater love has left a mark so mightful and spiritual!
painful contractions
blood bath path to mom and dad
happy birth day babe