Mother Death Poems | Examples
These Mother Death poems are examples of Death poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Death Mother poems written by international poets.
The sad foliage of farewell each year
makes Summer's glory fade away too soon-
and letting go acknowledges the fear
of losing those young verdant leaves of June.
So blessed are Summer scenes that last full term-
complete their fullness by the start of Fall.
But often nature fails to reconfirm
next season's entry includes one and all.
And yes, dear Mom, your Summer went too fast,
without a chance to complete Autumn's scene.
At fifty-five, that Summer was your last;
you left us on September-day fifteen.
I live each season with the thought of you
beneath the leaves of Fall and Winter snow.
But come September, realize it's true;
you rest in peace of your last Summer's glow.
it does not matter what your discourse
lost in the marble folds of la pieta
mother holding her son
rises above mere human differences
the sorrow of a mother holding tragedy
mauled as a common animal
the fruit of her womb
it began in the encounter, his road to calvary
her vigil as he passed
watching her son forced to abandon life
the outstretched arms, hands bleeding
the wound in his side, feet anchored with nail
Simeon's sword has come to pass
no matter the discourse herein, a mother's sorrow
she is not alone, a plethora of mothers
know too well this aching heart
as the smoke clears and cannons rest in silence
across the bodies now motionless
we hear a desperate plea
mother, mother, no cry dearer
9/15/26
August end
Welcoming Autumn cool breeze
Distributing new academic spiritual syllabus
Sun illuminates' life’s pondering campus
Deceased leaves spotlight beauty
Depart the world
Will return again
Alive and well
A Mother nature rebirth
Steeped in tradition
Tonight an escort holds a lantern
Ready to guide me
Through the early fall dark
Star less night
Wanting another day
“Do not be afraid
Future arrives soon
And you will have your historical spirit”
This I remember
Getting ready to haunt
Those who need answers
More than gold
Introducing closure
Honest strong treasure
Discovered through
Exploring resting peace
This I am told
After ghost orientation 101
I like friendly, friendly is nice
The wave, the nod, the smile's the fuel we use to get through life
Restores faith in humanity, reduces the insanity of social fabric fraying
Courtesy and manners, just like your mother said
Aren't less important now, just because you got ahead
Payback is reciprocal and karma's always cyclical
Cynical's inimical to the prosper you can foster if you follow her advice
The wave, the nod, the wink's the link, the lubricant of life
It shortens all the miles and trials, the troubles and the strife
The longer that it takes to learn, the more you let the candle burn
Clock's been ticking, what's been licking soon's been licked
No wick is going to outlive its turn upon the wheel of life
In the night when all was still
I felt my spine a tingling chill
Goosebumps 'tween thy rising hairs
When I saw a ghostly figure on my stairs
My eyes not blinked when we stood froze
That tingling chill crept to my toes
I thought, "Dear lord- is that my brother?"
And then, I heard a whisper from my mother
Son, your brother and I are in God's home
Where all the good souls go and are free to roam
Your aunts and uncles are all here too
And many friends that you once knew
Friends you've known throughout your years
That said good-bye and you shed tears
Don't look down, lift up your head
Things aren't too bad when we are dead
Our souls are free and full of bliss
In this place we're at, called... "Happiness"
*Dedicated to everyone.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Hope
Color: Crimson
Season: Autumn
Form: Couplet
Object: Wallpaper
Verb: Wander
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
I wandered through maple trees this morn
Whose crimson leaves were withered and torn.
Each Autumn, chilled winds steal their leaves
Thoughts of mortality gives me reason to grieve
Stuck to the ground, like wallpaper on walls
Each leaf lies dying when Mother Nature calls.
With no chance of life, to hope they can’t cling
Only in Spring and Summer can they have a fling
Block off the sorrow
Wall off the pain
Quarantine tomorrow
When it returns again.
Don't play her music
Don't let the chords start
It penetrates the armor
that surrounds my heart.
She lies in a grave
Under a stone
She hoped and she gave
Now it's all gone.
You can riff a jazz song
You can play hard rock
Keep it harsh and strong
Don't turn on the clock.
In her last days her hairdresser came
Into our modest home
Temporarily cheered her up
with a scissors and a comb.
How have the mighty fallen
How has a vibrant life come low
I hear the past a' callin'
A place where I can't go.
So don't play that oldies song
Leave those memories alone.
Some doors stay closed for a reason—
Some hearts are better stone.
Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break
Sometimes men's ambitions can be
Like bird eggs coated in gold
Place in nest back in the tree
If mother accepts lie told
Hatchlings she'll never behold
Behold metamorphosis, if
They let Holy Spirit
Come in, let go all their tiffs
His love will flow this is implicit
In Bible explained explicit
finis'
Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
Fair lady, look down, see me in this hole,
beaten by a creature to be dreaded,
this ill-made, unsightly, disfigured, troll,
conquered by a monster many-headed.
The moment mother screamed and I was born,
the beast's heads stared upon me filled with hate.
I pared an ugly one that was called scorn,
and left home when I could to meet my fate.
Looming precariously from above,
the brute left me here in my final hour,
delivering dire blows - first pain, then love.
Dear lady, please place a futile flower
as I bid farewell to the woe and strife,
and the monster, now dead, but once called life.
So long ago you left my perfect world.
You were fifty-five- I was thirty-two.
My broken heart that day became unfurled!
How could this ever happen, losing you?
Dear Mom, I've missed you by my side each day.
It's been so many years since you've been gone.
You never saw your grandkids grow to say
that they have grandkids too to love and fawn.
Yet, through these years, you often came to me-
I felt you by my side so many times.
Your spirit up above, so hopefully,
enfolds me in your arms, to see the signs.
In time, I will find you beyond the stars!
Reborn togetherness will then be ours.
Lillies placed upon your chest,
beneath the earth you're laid to rest.
I visit with tears to heal my soul,
they water the soil that's black as coal.
The earth is moving beneath my feet,
Your lillies have popped up from beneath.
I smile and take a refreshing breath,
The lillies have grown from your chest.
Straight from the womb and your heart,
You gave the lillies a good start.
We are strong and bold and beautiful,
My tears reached your soul it's undisputable.
In thy untroubled ashes may our distance be light.
We live in one another still.
Silence reigns in the corners of her room.
Shadows stretch where laughter once filled the air.
A chair sits untouched, the imprint of memory faded.
Light pours across empty spaces, seeking substance.
The walls echo with the hush of what’s missing.
You are the silver thread in the fabric of my life.
The clock moves, but time feels empty here.
Air, thick with a longing, invisible yet perceived.
Absence; shapes carved by what was once here.
Presence; her ghost forever resting in my heart.
Please take me home
to where the pink flowers grow;
brush my cheek
and inspire mortal desires.
Cast the dark away
allow a light's afterglow
to meld my spirit back,
to life's eternal fire.
Yes, please carry me home,
to where the Pink Flowers grow.