Mother Iambic Pentameter Poems

Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep...

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There is a time in life we might regret
in missing opportunities to learn
that which we thought somehow could be offset
since living current days was our...

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Just yesterday, a special day it was-
    fifteen September, twenty-twenty-one;
        like every year, my tears...

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The Autumn Leaves fell down and down to Earth,
to feel the gentle touch of our Mother;
The Time, it ticked away,"Seconds" it snatched,
went devastating Life's much...

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“My Mother’s Love”

My mother, like a mother bear
Protects me with abundant care
In things she says I should not dare
Like whining that my life’s not fair

A...

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Don't clog,read this blog
Careful with the pipes
Don't stop up the toilets,
Cause aint no plumber coming'',
That bad tooth, that hurts to the root,
News flash, ‘ain't no...

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I summon Genie from Aladdin's lamp
Requesting he fulfill his wishes three -
I think of children (eyes becoming damp),
Wish 1: please Genie, end their poverty.

Then, contemplating...

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Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap...

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I smiled at you as you sang Christmas song
you stood enthronged by others, bringing cheer
my heart was sad; it thought of all that's wrong
and why...

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Blood and Envy - A Cautionary Christmas Poem
By Jude S. Walko 

Twas some time after All Hallows Eve.
The roof started to leak like a sieve.
But...

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FETUS
She wasn't swayed from how she set her mind,
but in a way, her heart was of a kind
that loved sweet life when life was understood,
but...

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The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous...

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We are all equal, though they say you lad
who do they think they are they're not my dad,
on battle fields we live or die the...

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Once upon a midsummer’s night,
I dreamed a dream of horses white,
of Billy goats and little fishes-
of dogs and cats and childhood wishes.
I dreamed of a...

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I have her nineteen fifties' Trifari
     fine costume jewelry, which I hold dear,
since my sweet mom bequeathed it all to me;
...

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