Mother I Miss You Poems | Examples
These Mother I Miss You poems are examples of I Miss You poems about Mother. These are the best examples of I Miss You Mother poems written by international poets.
In the early light of morn
I dream of puppies
I dream of riddles
I dream of flowers
Blooming, blooming
I dream of mother’s kisses
In the early light of morn
I dream of feathers
I dream of chocolate
I dream of snowflakes
Falling, falling
I dream of mother’s kisses
In the early light of morn
I dream of rainbows
I dream of kittens
I dream of gumdrops
Sweetly, sweetly
I dream of mother’s kisses
My knees wear the dirt like a second skin,
bruised to the bone, bright as bitten apples.
You press your thumb to my wrist,
her laughter, once light, now flickers in the air—
a kiln and the clay, forever bound.
But the kiln runs cold, the clay cracks wide,
her voice, once honey-thick, now thins to thread.
She curls inward, brittle as paper skin,
her hands, once rooted, now waver like reeds.
Black branches, draped in quiet decay,
whisper the slow unbinding of a once-nurturing bloom.
Blurry and bright, like the mornings she zipped my coat, but the puddles still hold my face—
the colours bled before they dried,
blue on your hands, red on mine.
Mylie gnawed the table, and time settled like ash
in the gaps of her fingers.
SITTING IN A QUIET LAKEFRONT PARK
LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MY MOTHER IN THE DARK
THE ILLUMINATION OF VIVID MEMORIES CREATE A SPARK
A TRUE HISTORICAL MILESTONE EXCURSION LANDMARK
SHEDDING A RARE TEAR, BUT CALMLY SANE
LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MY DAD AS IT BEGINS TO RAIN
WISHES AND REGRET CAN CAUSE SUCH IMMEASURABLE PAIN
I GET SHEDDING SNAKESKIN HANDS TRYING TO WIPE AWAY EVERY STAIN
DRIVING BACK TO A REALITY LONG SINCE RUSTED
THINKING ABOUT HAPPIER TIMES WHEN I WAS LESS DISGUSTED
MY LIFE IS BLUE BALLOON WITH AN INGROWN BOIL DOUBLE BUSTED
SO LITTLE REPLY AND REACTION HAS ALL THE FUSS DID
Bound to reach a close, everything goes as thus
Your farewell etched like a scar
Whispers in the dark, so it flows
Echoes in my mind as I still drift afar
Contemplating lies, contending excuses
Darkness looms as the harbinger gazes upon
Who refuses to take refuge from impending danger
One man's hero, the grief of another
Tormented by your graceful smile
My memories play a frightening illusion
No tears left to run its mile
Endless void only to be filled by your absence
Contending excuses, contemplating lies once more
Blinking back tears as I bask in your embrace
Your sweet words like music to thy ears
Shrouded by darkness no more, surrounded by your reassuring light
Your letters revealed thus to me
One man's hero, the loving mother of another
Warmth of resonance filling me
Dabbing gently my sobs goodbye
The pride of having you takes place
Your farewell, I see a new horizon
A calm push to transform to a new me
As a step into a new chapter of life
One that will forever be proud of your legacy
The sky was blue, a beautiful day.
The sun sparkled bright on the water beyond.
She sat in the grass, admiring the display.
She wondered if there were fish in the pond.
Grey marble lined up in long, even rows.
Names and dates, husband, father, brother, son,
Wife, mother, sister, daughter; all of those.
She was still breathing but their lives were done.
Memories flood her mind like never before.
For twenty years they shared a life and love.
She lay on the grass, read his name once more,
With thoughts of him looking down from above.
I guess you know how much I still love you.
One day I’ll be there, to stroll heaven, too.
A missing front tooth
Nightlight glowing soft
Height marks on the wall
Training wheels old news
Car keys in the drawer
Butterfly kiss
Mama bear hug
A runny nose
Love for my son
Brushing teeth
Bedtime tales
Shutting doors
Baked bread
Beer breath
Tears
Mom, Happy Thanksgiving
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere
Then I Turn 18 Again
And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button
When Some Stranger Named Paul,
Who Dwells In A Hard Castle On Avenue 19,
Plays A Nostalgic Tune Of Glorius Therapeutic Effervescence,
I Will Be At Your Burial Site With Flowers ?? For You
I Will Treasure The Memories In Tributary Showers For You
Without You Here, I Will Always Be Alone
Still Searching For Replacements But Failing Instantaneously
My Love And Appreciation For You Has No Expiration Date And Will AllWays Be A HolyDay EveryDay In Every Way More And More Each Day In Every Phase Like A Metaphorical Phase That Confuses Me With Similes, HowEver, I Still Find A Way Via Ginseng Vibes Of SunShine Inspiration Thanks Wholly To You......
I Miss You And Love You, M.O.M. (Mother Of Marty) Like The Purification Of Simplicity's Kindred Spirit In Its Maternal Essence
Keep Resting Easy........Love Infinity........
As I go day by day feeling this unbearable pain.
I can't help but feel as if these thoughts can’t be explained.
I try to change as I read her name.
But the hurt and the love will never be the same.
Mother and brother, I saw you the day before.
Next thing I know I lost you faster than a shutting door.
3 years ago till now, it felt like this feeling was getting old.
I can't help but feel as if I'm hanging by my throat.
When I blinked you were gone quicker than a lion.
I felt as if I was drowning deep in hell.
I miss you and I wish you were here.
Maybe then I can say the goodbye that was never near.
My darling, I am eternally grateful to you for:
Being the love of my life
Being my Florence Nightingale
Putting up with me all these years
Bearing and raising our children
Being a wonderful wife, mother and grandmother
Supporting me unconditionally
Inspiring me to be the best that I can be
Giving my life purpose
Being my calming influence
Making our home wonderful
Your creativity and skills
Your brilliance, tolerance and understanding
Forgiving me for my stupidity
Being my best friend
Accepting me for who I am
Always being there for me
Always looking beautiful
Always being a good listener
Accepting my terrible sense of direction
Your calm in the face of any storm
“I don’t know what you saw in me
but I thank God in heaven for making it be”!
One may think the walls must be tired of staring
at one another in that empty room.
its total emptiness has a void unique,
like silent remains of a memory lost,
a love that once was but now gone,
voice of a child that called to mother,
that relationship now is photo in an album.
bright light fills it from glass vents all around,
bouncing from wall to wall on to the floor,
like it is searching the occupants of past.
That room reminds me of my own heart,
that still glows with love, beats of a fervour
of a distant vision, a smile, a gesture and
a laugh receding into timeless vastness!
Please, leave this room empty.
Its own memories are its charms!
hang no pictures, or scribble a thought
on the walls. The faded paints are imprints
of hearts that once touched them,
that smudge is a kiss that she once left
on my lips.
Still so fresh!
When people comment on my strength
The thing that they don’t see
Is if I’d had a choice
I’d have you here with me
They asked me how I do it
Like it’s really up to me
If I could rot away in bed
That’s exactly where I’d be
But your brothers need me now
And as hard as it gets some days
They deserve a mother
Who’s made the choice to stay
Don’t think in the beginning
It was an easy one
Too many days to count
I wished I’d joined you son
It’s not strength that helps me through
These days so hard to breathe
I still can’t see the reason
That you had to leave
Just know that I’ll keep fighting
This battle every day
And when someone’s asks me how I do it
“For them” is what I’ll say
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MOM !!
My first shout out loud...
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never locked
She rubs my ear
When I fear
With vow to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
My blanket when
I am cold..
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice, fever and the pox
She cure's it all away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Who tucks me in with lullabye
And hugs me so tight
As if I was part of her body.
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Dad you are my food cart
Your place is high
In the house..
But MOM is my
My shout out loud...
First hero in this world
And my first cry out for help
Will always be ..
MOM !
My triumphant call.
It is almost a year since
My lovely mother passed away
I miss her more than anyone will ever know
So many precious memories
Shared which will remain in my heart forever
Yet her presence is always with me
Objects she treasured I just adore
Useless items to some, but to me they’re priceless
Many things were left
Unsaid but one thing is for sure
Mum I love you and think of you each day
I feel cut off
from the world I wish
to reside in.
No walks
in the park with my sister
discussing literature
and men. No romanticism
from my mother.
The books my father read
were standard American
true crime.
I say not
Hogmanay, but when
I'm here, I imagine
walking like the others
with their fathers
or their brothers.
Does warmth
measured out
by greater transience
collect and spill?
Will my sister
understand?
I'll see her
at Christmas, a month
of my every year
for this crime
of existence.
Will love
grow warmer
as I'm missing him?
I think so.
I'm resilient.
I'll adjust.
I'm giving in.
Peacefully gazing up at the sky
Thinking of my life.
And all that as been
An passed by,
Thankful
To my mother
For every day & night.
She made them
Alright.
Now I miss my
Family.
But I have memories get me by.
If I drift to far
I just look up at the SKY,
And moments
Recaptures me
And I smile Every
time.
Causes memories
Flood my mind