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.
She passed away one day-
my dearest Mom, too soon, so young.
I felt sad and alone;
so much unsaid, so much undone.
I begged God, tell me, please
if she was there with Him
in Heaven, with no pain;
in Heaven, smiling down on me.
This was the only wish
I carried in my broken heart
dreaming of an answer.
With hopeful thinking and prayer,
I begged, “Dear God, please let me know.”
And so, as time went by,
this sole wish became the daydream-
that filled my waking day.
Slowly, some weeks went by
remembering the happy times
tucked deep within my heart.
But then, she came to me-
sat close to me upon my bed!
Arms outstretched, with a smile-
and magic words, “I am okay!"
Thank you, dear God, for granting me-
My dream within a dream!
Categories:
death, dream, mother,
A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.
She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.
For her three boys, her love knew no bound,
In their triumphs, her greatest joy was found.
Then came the grandkids, a new chapter to start,
Each one a treasure held close to her heart.
Aunt to so many and mother to all,
With laughter and cheer,
she banished our sorrows, our every fear.
Her witty humor, her infectious grin,
A beacon of warmth, from deep within.
Though she faced tempests and trials unkind.
A beautiful spirit, she left behind.
So let her memory live, a whisper on the breeze,
Among the vibrant, sunlit, whispering trees.
A testament to a beautiful, brave, and loving heart,
From which we never, ever, have to part.
Love you Aunt Dana, We will miss you!
Categories:
beautiful, cry, death, faith,
Some stories are said
to belong to the wise
to men who have lived long
and know age inside out.
But my mother’s story
is not bound to sages
it can be told by anyone
who ever saw her light.
She lived a life
not made for applause
but etched in undying strength
written on leaves of resilience.
She fought her illness so long
that time itself grew weary
and though her body yielded
her spirit remained unbroken.
On her deathbed she prayed
her voice was as calm as a flow downhill
Even as her last breath left
she smiled like she is not bothered by death
Categories:
12th grade, death, mother,
my elegy-
my muse covered in death
my wistful cry for help
innocence in her eyes
her last words and hug with a embracing smile
promises made and promises fade
8th of november, when moon turned red
the curse would lift but my roses turned black
the great eclipse returned and claimed another laugh
death of me inside
my lover absquatulated me by that time
lost two souls
on and by-
november 8 and another goodbye
two different years but same eclipse
cursed my sky, stole its shine
Categories:
death, friendship, miss you,
Forever Blessed
I have a feeling that, That One Dy is Close
As I know you are tired
Caring for you, Priceless
Your strength has inspired me
To hear your stories, and and ssee your smile
Mom I thank you deeply
Years past as I understand Life's Journey
Each day has been engraved memories
Forever blessed of these treasures
Forever blessed of greatest Mom
November 2024
Categories:
blessing, death, emotions, faith,
When death struck
I was rowing in a narrow fjord, and the sea was calm
Then the rocks fell into the water, disturbing the peace
I rowed on
Until a part of the mountain fell, forming a gigantic wave
I was lifted riding the wave and saw a village disappear.
The boat splintered, but I was safe.
I looked down into the village, people coming out, not knowing
They were dead. I saw them dissolve, becoming drips of water
Before they ran into the sea, who was the mother
I kept on walking and came to a valley of roses, and they knew nothing
Of the tragedy that befell the people in the fjord.
I built a house in the belief that here, the sea would never reach me.
Categories:
death, absence, august, baptism, blue,
I’ve made a deal,
not much of a price was paid.
One last family meal together—
Dad’s cheeks rosy,
my mother happy,
a playful pinch from my brother,
my sister’s belly laugh.
“What is your favourite room in the house?”
At 8, I said my room.
I was alone a lot,
and convinced myself I liked it.
But now,
in my late twenties,
I cry myself to sleep.
I’ve traded a day of my life
to relive another.
At 25
inside my 8-year-old body—
how do I answer?
The living room.
Where we lived the most together:
movie nights,
salty French toast,
big games,
rewatching recitals—
eating, laughing,
breathing together.
My chest tightens,
my eyes swell.
My dad rests his hand
on my shoulder.
“Well said, baby.
I like this day too.“
Categories:
beautiful, death, funeral, grief,
a shriek,
a high-pitched scream echoed against the walls,
lightning flashed,
thunder rumbled deep and hard into my chest.
pain,
tightness,
ache,
sorrow.
it cannot be real, this is not happening, I cannot believe it.
to never again see,
talk,
hug,
love on,
joke,
dance.
our son was –
our only boy was –
our eldest child was –
our headache was –
our heart was –
our angel is –
forever 26.
Categories:
angel, death, heartbreak, mother
Roses may be red
And violets blue
But one thing for sure
Is my life is sad without you
You will never get to see me grow
As your time came and you had to go
So here is a promise to you my big brother
I promise to always protect our mother
I will comfort her when she’s feels sad
I hope that makes you feel glad
I will make him smile as he is our dad
And I will try my best not to be bad
But my brother remember one thing
You will always be missed
Until the next time
You can be kissed
Categories:
angel, brother, childhood, death,
Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt
Buy she knew this was the right decision
She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her child's next life
I'm the early morn before the rising of the sun
She sung lullabies from her mother She learned
Before giving her only child a tender kiss on her forehead
Then ending her last moment with a hug
Her child's cries drowned out by the silence of freedom
Her child sunk to her watery grave
Protected from ever becoming a slave
She was born to be free
And that all her mother ever wanted her to be
Her love for her daughter transcended time
She felt a hole in her chest
As if she had been hit with a bullet
But she would do it again if it protected her daughter from enslavement
Even if it meant the loss of her child would break her
But a mother love is selfless
It's why her daughter kanoa had to be let go
Her name important, her name meant the 'free one'
Her daughter the epitome of freedom
Categories:
baby, child, cry, death,
my mother died,
i was to die with her.
that was the pact, you see,
my dad & i made together.
while my mother died,
i never left her side;
over & over calling her name ,
hoping to send a spark to the flame.
but still my mother died.
now i'm naught but a shell;
because the day my mother died
i cursed my soul to hell.
i'll never be free
of this wrath brought on by me,
for every hardship i suffer
lets her know how much i love her.
but since my mother died
i wonder if she can hear
my screams of pain & anquish,
wishing she were near?
and though she's dead & gone
i swear forever long
tears for her I'll always cry
until the day i die.
Categories:
death, emotions, mom, parents,
Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly. Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘
‘This is not my house …’
‘Well, may I speak to Mr “X”?’
‘No, sorry. My father passed away an hour ago. We have just returned from the hospital—‘
The register in his voice went up an octave: ‘Well, put your mother on the phone, then.’
‘She passed away last week—‘
‘Of all the [expletive] excuses I have ever heard …’ And with that he slammed down the phone.
laughter is
the best medicine
s.c.a.n.d.a.l.i.s.e.d
don’t judge
till you know
the story …
Categories:
death, grief, parents, satire,
A Directional Curse
The first time I heard
“Go to hell.”
where it seemed
not just an aimless curse
but a direction.
The empty soul
in bright orange;
couldn’t miss him,
but they aim to.
No emotions,
just a fly on the wall
on sticky tape.
He can’t escape
the familys’ words -
they will be heard.
One father moved
the lectern
to face the beast,
to chastise him
to his face.
One mother preached
with scripture keepsakes
leaving his fate to God.
One day can shatter
so many lives;
temporal tears
will be wiped away
by God.
We don’t teach
our kids to say,
“Go to hell,”
except to send the devil
back where it belongs.
Categories:
death, fate,
The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace.
A mother presses lips upon a virgin son;
a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be;
a sister screams, at smoking guns, what have you done?
A Captain brushes some cigar ash from his knee.
Categories:
death,
It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia,
Its memories are as fragile as a vase
The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time
And it's something that no one forgets.
With a child snatched from his mother,
Begging her to pray for his soul
As fear ascends like a dark cloud
Standing in line and awaitng the bullet of death.
Why does it always hurt us much?
Hatred with all in the name of religion,
We deserve to live as equals
And always pledge to "Never Again."
Categories:
death, history, war,