Mom Poems | Examples of Mom Poetry

The world in black and blue, no visible outline, the colors blur. Headlights bright red, and the people covered in smoke as I stand in the back- alley surrounded by old graffiti stains and a half eaten tuna fish sandwich. The alley cats devour the carcass leaving the bones and eyes behind. I look at the eyes and I see my...

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My English translation of "Hai Ma" by W. S. Rendra, a son to his mother and soulmate. HAI MA ("HI MOM") by W. S. Rendra translation by Michael R. Burch for Zeelhan Zahraa Mom, It's not death that disheartens my heart but a lifeless life, a life unlived because life loses its power and nature. There are nights when I walk these corridors with nowhere...

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I’ve known my mother since before I had a shape, when my soul — a seed of silent stars, was still searching for its furrow. I was an imperceptible vibration, a faint flicker in the chasm between being and not-being, and she — the only soil where I could take root. She never promised time would be gentle, but she gave me her...

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When I’m not tapped into a music stream. I like quiet no - let’s be exact, I like silence ear plugs in - deafening quiet or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound That’s relatively new technology My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes like the patterns sound forms in sand. But if you’re going to...

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"Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day" Years may come and years may go still the memory of her scent still flows "I'm praying in an angel, just for you" she'd say then whisper, "I love you" Echoes of her love still stir in me beneath the silent...

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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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You were my first and truest guide, With open arms and heart so wide. A listening ear through sleepless nights, A steady hand in all my fights. You taught me love, you taught me grace, You held me in your warm embrace. But I, your son, was not always kind— I lost my way, left truth behind. I broke your heart with foolish...

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I miss my mom. I don’t remember much about her, It’s been over a decade and a half since I last saw her, Before she faded into The person she’s become now. But I remember when she was kind, I remember when she loved us, I miss my mom. I miss swingset rides, Her pushing me, Higher and higher, Into the sky. Snapshots, memories, A blink of her smile, I...

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Why couldn't I hold your hand? You ask Yourself in golden bowers of infinity - Was it because he felt too old to do it? It was too infantile an act to make? Questions! Always questions! It is the time. And I tear myself away from this I should not defile the memory Of the dead, or besmerch their truth - If truth...

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So calculated so planned that man, Never telling a soul what he truly comprehends, From years of watching his elders survival, He masterfully knows how to cheer on a revival, And smiles so gracefully to draw ppl in, They all gauk he's so kind as if he lives with no sin, The compliments egg him on and so his ego grows, And...

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Having learnt the art from her mom, ...

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I carry you with me Everywhere that I go. In my eyes, In my smile, In the way I walk, How I talk, Even how I act and dress. I am something of you merged, Bits of what you were, Pieces of what you are, Snippets of what ..you could have been, And as I continue, I will become something of you never seen. I carry...

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The best compliment I have ever received is, “You’re going to be a wonderful mother one day.” I adore the idea of having children, treating them with love and kindness, nurturing and caring for them even when it’s hard. I daydream of dancing, playing, laughing, crying, and everything in between. In the very midst of...

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Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care,...

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A mother A carer An aunt she might be A growing bond like a best friend is what she is to me A warm and comforting heart of love and care A strong personality that would take on a dare Reflects as inspiration in her glare Footprints I will follow as it guides me a far Shadow I want to...

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