Mom Free Verse Poems

I’ve known my mother 
since before I had a shape,
when my soul — a seed of silent stars,
was still searching for its furrow.

I was an...

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When I’m not tapped into a music stream.

I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled...

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Your love, Mom, is like a storm,
A Mother's Love, A Tornado's Embrace

A whirlwind, fierce and far from norm.
It sweeps through my life with tender rage,
A...

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He handed me the air-brushed t-shirt
and I thanked him, said I loved it.

He asked, Do you mean that?
I said, What would have possessed me
to utter...

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I miss my mom.
I don’t remember much about her,
It’s been over a decade and a half since
I last saw her,
Before she faded into
The person she’s...

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When you were born I was surprised, of this precious little girl of mine;
looking up at me with big eyes of wonder, I cried tears...

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The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl...

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Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
Bound by despair, with no respite to find.
My heart's chained to this life of strife,
Though all around me, family...

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Truth comes in one golden droplet
you can wait for days -weeks 
or a lifetime for it to appear 
in a dustbowl of faithlessness and doubt...
You...

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agree to disagree 


At a young age, I started to realize that the only way to make my mom happy was to agree with her.?When...

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I am a roadkill.

I had almost crossed the road when a bike hit me. I fell and he drove over my face before I realized...

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After "Being a Person" by William Stafford

“suddenly this dream you are having matches
everyone’s dream, and the result is the world” 
the synchronicity, perfect 
beating like...

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Why couldn't I hold your hand? You ask
Yourself in golden bowers of infinity -
Was it because he felt too old to do it?
It was too...

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She’s not me, 
She doesn’t have my name. 

Instant transformation,
but chic jeans just don’t fit. 
It’s body chemistry,
my scent on her? Rancid.

Baby I’m a trademark,
that’s...

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