Mother Loss Poems | Examples
These Mother Loss poems are examples of Loss poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Loss Mother poems written by international poets.
L. Milton Hankins
Flits about in south-central West Virginia,
Fluttering gossamer wings, wondering in grace,
Hovering his colorful feathers in the United States Air Force,
Where he served for four years in the beautiful state of Hawaii.
He received his baccalaureate degree in history;
Later obtained his master's and doctoral degrees in theology.
His coat glistened with iridescent hues most easily seen
In the brightest sunlight, his fleeting views were enraptured in poetry.
He prized his poetic butterfly’s conversation,
Enamored with those presentations, wanting to hold you.
He displays colorful beauty that surpasses
Even Mother Nature’s finest creations.
His lovelier shades always created a blend of love and pleasure.
Mummy don't leave me today.
Mummy he hurts me again and again
Mummy I'm sorry I upset you
Mummy of course I'll go again.
News in the paper of a little girls death
News in the paper of the abuse
News in the paper of a grieving mother
News in the paper of a life gone too soon.
Cries the mother who didn't heed the cry
Cries the mother who failed to hear
Cries the mother who sent her there
Cries the mother for her dead child.
Lost on earth lost in space
Lost myself lost my place
Lost in karma lost in love
Lost in the devil lost in god above
Lost my path lost my way
Lost in darkness lost I must stay
Lost my mother lost my dad
lost the love I ever had
Lost in a maze so lost that I scream
I am not lost in my in my life I am lost in a dream.
Silence reigns in the corners of her room.
Shadows stretch where laughter once filled the air.
A chair sits untouched, the imprint of memory faded.
Light pours across empty spaces, seeking substance.
The walls echo with the hush of what’s missing.
You are the silver thread in the fabric of my life.
The clock moves, but time feels empty here.
Air, thick with a longing, invisible yet perceived.
Absence; shapes carved by what was once here.
Presence; her ghost forever resting in my heart.
What of the new year without you
your love for me was ever true
what of your sweet and caring eyes
no longer here, no longer mine.
What of the tender grass in spring
for you won’t hear or see a thing
what of the roses in full bloom
for yours have wilted all too soon.
What of endless summer days
of happy times, of loving ways
that only a mother could impart
your love runs deep within my heart.
What of autumn colors blazing bright
without you here it’s black as night
what of my tears, my heart has died
no words can soothe the pain inside.
What of the winter and the rain
your kisses on my cheek remain
as you look down from heaven above
someday I’ll be with you again in love.
I wear a hat because I've lost my hair
Folk would laugh out loud at my head so bare
Long ago my hair was thick and wavy
It was the colour of mother's gravy.
Her gravy was dark as the lumps of coal
She would light a fire with, when it was cold
If short of cash, then us kids had to sit
In the disastrous sweaters she would knit.
Often they’d be too clingy or too large
Though knitted with love for those in her charge
Mother said if we were cosy and warm
It did not matter at all what was worn.
The years have passed by, hair has disappeared
The worst of it is, it's cold on the ears
But my mother, bless her, before she left
Knitted a draw full of hats, socks and vests.
Oh, to be given the special chance
to rewrite history with but a glance
So many things in so many ways
So many words to simply un say
But, above all, I would like to give
My mother the days she couldn't live
The flu stole her when I was but two
She was someone I so wish I knew
She missed many hugs and so did I
I sent kisses to her in blue sky
Such a time she missed, Earth and I aged
she would hardly know us, at this stage
I'd love to find those moments for her
Show her what Earth now has to offer
The years added up, we'd need to find
Every hour she left behind.
She knew the joy of motherhood
once; for nine months:
Two hours, fourteen minutes.
she held him for his entire life
and tried to give
this tiny, unformed soul
all the love that he would need
as he moved on.
And all the hurts
they would endure together,
he and she;
falls from trees,
bruises, scratches, cuts,
broken bones,
broken hearts,
failures, confusion, anger.
She felt them
all at once
unbearable,
the weight of her grief.
i miss the way she looked at me
i miss the way she held my hand
i miss the softness of her cheek
i miss the games and girlish laughter
i miss the passion in her day
i miss the time she'd spend with me
i miss the years cruelly stripped away
i miss most the things she had to teach me
but since she's been gone i recognize
she's been the angel watching over me
AP: 3rd place 2025
"You left footprints on my heart that can never be erased." - Unknown
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Loss of a Pearl
In the dim SHADOW of moonlight
She MUTTERS her wrath in sorrow
As she looks for her rare JEWEL
Called up to the GATE of heaven
In the very prime of his youth:
Who can restore such a jewel!
Who can console such a mother!
..
A ghastly cadaver drops, for whose noble sake?
To ravish the grandeur of wildlife
In the thud of night; to mangle
Mother Earth's gift and its life's intent
Where each tender beast moves in a flow
Linking a primal, fond tie with nature’s deities…
But the affinity with innocent children, its tribe
Snuffed with one ruthless bang in the forest
When pitiless minds become delirious… heinous
A giraffe, a leopard perishes without knowing
The lithe body quickly turns into a gaunt shadow,
How sudden. Just like that: unable to play with birds
And race with own calf or cubs along an inlet...
O hollow night, O lamp of silence drained
By the vicious game from predators
Lusting after power...just like that
And no one can tell, for whose noble sake?
Last Full Measure
Car pulls into the driveway
two doors slam.
Gravel crunches as feet
walk to the porch.
Thump, thump, thump
slow walk to porch.
Ding, ding, ding, ding
doorbell chimes its dirge.
Mother traces her finger over
photo of son.
Tears drip to the floor, as she
answers the summons.
Two grim faced men in uniform
heads bared enter.
Ma’am we regret to inform you.
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.
How do you fix
the pieces of a life
you never meant to break?
How much of that pain
should I be able to take?
The rivers of loss
and the heart
fight for and against
a wishful part.
Things you hope
to one day fix
seem so far away.
Everything I've done
to right the wrongs
are just as hard
on their own.
The flesh of my flesh.
The blood of my blood.
One day I hope for my love
to be overwhelming...
to be as a flood.
Wash away the past.
Forgive for the future.
Almighty God
I beg you to bring my boys back to me
and give them the mother
that finally learned how to nurture.
~ for Mom ~
you …
kiss my hand three times
as tender as a thistle, borne
‘my angel’ you whisper, as I kiss yours -
skin as thin as paper
careworn by the million things you
have done for me, but warm …
I turn at the door to
shut the light -
just in time to snatch your
sweetened kiss from the air
I return the same …
hugging it to your chest like
a child’s doll,
you smile, eyes closed -
‘I love you’ we exchange softly …
such a silly little ritual
among a thousand others we have
yielded over the years …
but none as precious
none as dear to my being
none that I now miss as terribly
for the sadly sobering fact
that we will never, ever … ever
share it …
again.