Mother Missing Poems | Examples
These Mother Missing poems are examples of Missing poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Missing Mother poems written by international poets.
I opened the door
it was unfamiliarly wet outside
the water eroded the memory
I have opened the wrong door
each door has a history
didn't know that
so I accidentally changed the story
now I'm entangled
it feels like drifting through the ocean
while seagrass has taken over your body
pushing you back
I don't want to go back
it is dark and wet
the sky is pouring heavily
compressing my lungs
I don't want to go back
I'll be forced to open my eyelids
and see
how mothers are wearing their children as a hat
… your mother
while the walls are detouring from our house
may keepers hold you safe
we didn't know better
That other voice I hear inside of my head—
It speaks when the day is silent and dead.
A whisper not mine, though shaped by my tongue,
The child repressed, the mother undone.
He murmurs dreams I dare not claim,
In shadows stitched with guilt and shame.
He mocks my calm with primal need,
And plants in thought a savage seed.
Not madness—no—it has a name:
The id, in chains, still plays the game.
It craves the touch, the fire, the thrill,
The lawless joy, the wish to kill.
But I, the ego, stand between
Desire's flame and conscience clean.
Still, late at night, when reason sleeps,
The voice returns, from caverns deep.
It knows me more than I know myself.
My mind is a raging storm
Of never ending thoughts
And constant 'what if's
That chase away dreams
And plague the mind.
Not a day goes by
That you are never there,
You've come to occupy the space
As though it were your own.
And through every tear,
Heartache and moment of pain,
Just know the day
I reach Heaven
If I am so allowed,
You are the first
I will come to find.
And though time will heal,
It will never repair
As achingly beautiful
As life tries to be,
Know I cannot wait
To be reunited with you.
Shall I Compare You... ?
Shall I compare you to the sun?
Shining and warm, my dearest one
Shall I compare you to the moon?
Unique and bright, my greatest boon
Shall I compare you to the light?
Illuminating what not of sight
Shall I compare you to the knight?
in honour and dignity willing to fight
Shall I compare you to the Queen?
Admiring how you yourself preen
Shall I compare you to the heart?
You are the love bathing in my heart
Shall I compare you to life?
Of essence, lenient and tough
Shall I compare you to...?
You are beyond my similes and metaphors
You are above what I write of poetry forms
You are my mother
Of words I can add no other
Mother
I watched my sister fading away.
She did as she was told
Day after miserable day.
Do this, don't do that,
It's bad for you, good for you,
Mustn't get fat.
Could Nurse Ratched not see
The harm that she caused?
The pain she inflicted
Gave me pause.
Play by the rules,
Sound advice for some fools,
But not for this one.
I make my own laws,
Simply because
I have no wish
To live forever.
The world didn’t stop, and neither did I,
but something’s missing when I walk by.
I wait for her in spaces that don't know her name,
a place where only the quiet remains.
Your mother is not gone.
She will always be in your heart
To ease all of the grief and pain
You will always remember
Her beautiful smile
And the way she always
Said I love you in so many ways
These memories will be with you
The rest of your life
You will look up at the shining star at night
And you will know she is watching over you
When you feel the breeze
Blowing through your hair
You will know she is standing
Right beside you
She will always be with you day and night
And anytime you need to talk to her
You will see her in your dreams
That will bring smiles and lots of tears
And you will just remember
All the great memories
You shared in your dreams
Just remember you will find
Love and peace in remembering your mother always
My dusty box of memories
can be compared to
Aladdins wonderful lamp
Yellow brass with a shiny
and elegant appearance
Everyone has a genie
that resides in the subconscious
When the lid is opened
it smells of jasmine and rose petals
feminine and unique
Feeds my heart with
the scent she loved
It did not belong to a royal person
but my dear mother
She was a woman who spent time
finding the right outfit
with different bijouterie
A wide range of jewelry, bracelets,
earrings, necklaces and rings
As an aged photo album -
I let the jewelry
run through my fingers as a rosary
Dear memories flow
I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I hate our memories
I loved hanging out with you
I hated being with you
We used to love each other
Now the love is turning into hate
I love my dad
But, I hate Mark
A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To this day and from now on we miss her in every single way.
Sitting under this Weeping Willow
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.
The special times I spent with my
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.
They're no longer here, God took
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in the clouds my son, that's
where I'll always be."
Now I go through life wishing I had
spent more time with them.
Wishing, I could go back in time
and relive my life again.
On a beautiful sunny day when those
beautiful clouds roam free.
I see the outline of my Mother's face,
like she said, my Mother, Anais.
O Child of Mine
Where have you gone?
With whom have you hidden with?
Come back to your mother
O Sibling of Mine
Who are you with?
Why have you gone astray?
Come back to your sister
O Grandchild of Mine
Why did you go?
Why are you not home?
Come back to your grandmother
O Lover of Mine
Where have you gone?
My sheets are cold without you
Come back to your eternal lover
When I die, make sure you hold me till the very end
Do hold me in your arms, while I fade away.
When I die, let those know, who doubted me in my misery
That I loved them, and didn't let down the judgmental society.
When I die, command them not to forget me,
After all the hardships I faced to set them free.
When I die, wrap me around your motherly scent,
Kiss my temple for a meaningful end.
Nobody prepares you
For life after a loss.
All the words are the same
But they don't tell you it's hard.
They expect you to know
That waking up is weighed with guilt.
They don't warn you
About the fear of forgetting.
They don't know what it's like
Moving on with nothing left
To remember the lost by.
Everyone grieves with us
But it may be easier for them.
At least they have
More to hold onto
Other than a memory.
And while memories are special;
While we lucked out with pictures...
I won't ever get to say:
"It was my sisters" again.
I can't say, "My mom gave it to me."
Everything that belonged
And all that she gave
Has been lost to the flames.
All I have now
Is a resemblance
That will change
As I grow older
While they stay
17 and 43
Forever.
My dearest Mom, now fifty-two years gone-
although to me, it seems like yesterday.
You were too young to leave this Earth at dawn
that dark, regretful, cold September day.
I feel your presence more than I can say
because I know your spirit lives in me-
yet miss together times I hoped would be
had not, your death left each of us alone.
Dear Mom, please know that not a day does flee
that I don't miss the smile and love I've known.