Mother Imagism Poems | Examples
These Mother Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Imagism Mother poems written by international poets.
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that spot mother once
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There's a buzz in the forest tonight
I can see shapes in the dark of night
hurrying along the various paths
they seem to be going to a clearing.
I carefully follow them and see
what's causing the excitement
a new born fawn that will be king
his mother and father so proud
Interduce him to the forest animals
who one by one greet him with wonder
the moon sends down a ray of light
marking the spot where he lies.
Just like the fawn, was born Jesus
sent to guild in the Lords ways
this fawn will grow up to lead
all the creatures of the forest
The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look
aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack,
while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival;
the concept of horrifying death is as distant as imminent hell!
The voluptuous gal with artful fingers massages his client's body,
to her wishes are paid in hefty sums to satisfy her corporal desires;
morality has been replaced by want, nothing will deny her pleasures:
does incurable disease make her worry and go back to a life of purity?
The peachy-cheeked girl gently picks up the fragile petals of blue lilies
dispersed by gusty blows of rageful wind swooping above and around her;
she should be outraged and find a calmer meadow amid the lively hills:
no whim smears with anger her charming smile adorned by hair so fair!
The newborn baby, pulled from his mom womb, emits a scream into light,
there's no happier mother caressing him, nurturing him with sweetness;
life offers joys and awful moments, while death offers pervasive fears:
between these two stands immortality as conceived by religion, not fact!
her son
ambushed
mom
with kindness
embracing
obedience
My daughter who was then, just about seven.
The sun had just settled softlty in the Pacific.
We were in Ghiradelli Square, a joyful place,as is heaven.
Into an elevator we went so sparkling clean and spiffy terrific!
It was an elevator with walls of shiniest metal.
I pressed the command button, to take us merrily down!
Alas, the brightly lit buttons, did not work as itheu should.
Its tall, chrome doors shut, but the elevatotr refused to move?
How I frowned!!
Aha! But not to fret, I was intelligent enough to recall….
And reassure sweet Elena, that I would find a way out.
With lightning speed, I recalled the phone on the wall.
And so I could call and smoothly we’d be safe and let out!
My heart filled with joy, to that phone, I hustled posthaste.
I prayed, oh, please, let some Angels be very near.
But finding out the panel was dead, my heart sunk to my waist!
Suddenly, a knock on the door, help had arrined, Elena and I
gave three cheers!!
1/30/2024
Like autumn leaves tossed by the wind,
Memories of you spring up
from the concrete corners of my mind.
The brilliant colors surprise me
and I smile at things too easily forgotten.
Close up and behold gem of worth
Gargantuan with respect to value
Defying dirt from mother earth.
Through microscope midst vibrant light
Lens reveal precious treasure
Iridescent, glowing against dross’ blight.
Under microscope divine, held graciously magnified
There am I, faith-polished by the Creator’s hand
To fulfill His assigned role, as precious stone* beautified.
*1 Peter 2:5 - Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.
December 20, 2023
6th place, "Any Poem" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 4/16/2024
(A Palindrome)
New changes beginning through seasons circling nature circling seasons through beginning changes new.
Wintery winds with snow cold and icy and cold snow with winds wintery.
Grey are skies overhead while rain pelts rain while overhead skies are grey.
Change in season brings spring warming winds warming spring brings season in change.
Budding flowers do bloom abundantly everywhere abundantly bloom do flowers budding.
Suns sizzling hot summers blue sky with sky blue summers hot sizzling suns.
Daily sunbaking and swimming is enjoyed is swimming and sunbaking daily.
Leaves falling off stripped branches heralds autumn heralds branches stripped off falling leaves.
Nights become cooler as winter draws nearer draws winter as cooler become nights.
Constantly mother earth is changing colour changing is earth mother constantly.
** Mother Nature Draws the Dawn **
Already,
Dawn sets off
This longitude’s waking,
Displaying nearby trees
Into their scribbled silhouettes
In shades
Of gray with blasts of black masses —
Points gathered
Fronting the quick brightening over
Yesterday’s leaving darkness,
And bringing forth this day’s white-glazed,
Cloud-faced sky —
Appearing before my sleepy eyes
Without any distinguishable color, and
Simply seen as an unfoldng background —
A lightening
That shows even before the blendings —
With the coming gifts to sight
Of the perception of dimensions
And the aspects of perspective,
To be seen in the expanse beyond my window
In this dawning moment ~
As the world appears quite like
A flattened Earth,
Like a doodled scene
Of blotches and specs — in
Mother Nature’s ink line & wash
Landscape
Created on her personal, unbordered paper.
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(c) sally young eslinger 8/17/2023
(For Jim. Happy 40th)
Windswept nimbus sentinels are gathering
quickly darkening the noon day sky.
Sunlight wanes, becoming veiled
behind layers of opaque clouds.
Like shrouds they hasten by.
Gusting winds approach from the north,
forewarning of a tempest storm.
I hear thunder beating on his drum,
followed by claps from many more
as the chilling temperature quickly falls.
Winter's fingers are traveling with speed
and waves are crashing along the coast.
Their frothy bubbles reach the shore,
filling puddles in the sand at high tide.
Gulls screech in search for one last meal
before finding a haven in clearer skies
and mariners hurry in search of safe harbor.
Maple branches sway with the wind,
collecting earthbound snowflakes
upon their bare limbs while
Mother Nature is changing her faded dress
from the wrinkled one she wore in Autumn.
It's torn and tattered upon the ground
in shades of gold, crimson and brown.
She's donned a lovely glittering new garment,
a brocaded gown and cloak of Winter white.
December 30, 2022
Winter Storm Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
White snow squalls shift to frigid icy sleet and rain
Coated tree limbs dance and sway, crackling in the wind
Sleet pellets pummel metal rooftops like a steel drum
Desolate roads glisten like mirrors under streetlights
Night winds loudly howl and angrily sing away
As Mother Nature’s roaring nightly chorus
Tall pines tiredly surrender and fiercely fall in booms
Early morning sun calms as amber rays peak out
Slowly warming silver frosted trees and roads
Birds chirp and perch at frozen feeders pecking at seed
As tree branches awaken and emerge toward the sun
12/25/22
Contest: Winter Storm Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Autumn colors beckon me
as I follow a spunky squirrel scampering into the woods.
The forest welcomes me as an old friend
that hadn't visited in a long while;
triggering a release of endorphins.
My excursion gets noted by a jaunty woodpecker;
tapping out a distant drum roll as I navigate
through a sea of crisp, crunchy leaves obscuring the trail.
The air feels nippy, fueled by a brisk breeze,
as scarlet, crimson, and cerise rain down from the trees.
A chatty chipmunk scolds me for disturbing its day
as I trespass through its territory, paying it no heed.
And the ground takes on the subtle, spicy scent of earth and decay
while I wander through this picturesque tapestry of color;
woven with gold, amber, yellow, and vermillion threads.
Beauty holds the power to heal the soul;
and Mother Nature is the custodian of beauty.
WILLOWS
Willow rise and flourish —
A verdant contrast
To summer’s sun-blanched sky —
Lifting your branches ever high,
But then curving, draping
In arcs on down, with your leaves
So set like rows of tears
In a passion of falling
Over the contours
Of Mother Nature’s cheeks..
Inviting my spirit to sympathetically
Identify
The symbolic, extending
Willows grown within me,
Created to mature
With all the stories and storms
Of my life’s passing seasons.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/25/22
Thanks be to God
I have a memory of picking wild strawberries with mother
on a sunny afternoon when I was just a little girl
it was a vast country field . . .
with many kinds of wildflowers swaying
(I picked mother a bouquet to take home too)
filling our baskets with the berries we headed home
(after eating a few, of course)
where mother washed and sliced them
and got out my special ice cream dish
I can still taste the sweetness . . .
of those wild juicy strawberries
and the cold smooth vanilla ice cream melting on my tongue
this is a memory . . . I keep pressed to my heart
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June 20, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/Vanilla Ice Cream and Strawberries
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-777-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Ice Cream
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 07/15/2022
I hear your whisper, mother,
as I walk a silent winding path;
where trees hang with tears,
and decaying bouquets sigh with love.
Don't cry, mother, I plead . . .
but, the weeping is mine
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May 07, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/The Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-128-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No 43
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 05/14/2022
Honorable Mention