Love Mom Poems | Examples

These Love Mom poems are examples of Mom poems about Love. These are the best examples of Mom Love poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberProud Mother

Mother's love is always running Nonparallel 
     Surely Normal Natural Human Instinct.
      No Controversy at all, Quite Distinct.
     Continuous Fluent Flow ! Unidirectional !

    The greatest bliss of my life to glitter and shine
    is children, while raising up and caring them.
  My  Family tree to grow , Me being Stem.
    The siblings are just branches in between.

    In their childhood, I was the light to show way.
    Being grown up they turned  my success after all.
   Siblings prosper and to impress each and all.
  The strong branches are cheerful, joyous, to sway.


Premium MemberNot sure how I feel

Some days I think I miss you.

Other times I'm mad.

Sometimes I'm glad your gone but at the same time I am sad.

I often stop and remember one of the memories you have shared. 

When you told me that your mom never really cared. 

You said you dream about her but she never ever talks. 

But I would say you're just like her a two face back stabbing mom.

I love you but I hate you it messes with my grief because I'm not sure how I feel now that you're deceased

Premium MemberMom's Home Cooking


         Never ever keep your kids guessing

             Morning’s menu ~ Love wrapped in a breakfast's blessing

Premium MemberMother Of Life


The miracle of birth alone 
For unto you can only be known 
Now your arduous journey has begun 
Like a flower blossoming under the sun 
The pain and emotions you go through and endure
A love unsullied and so pure 
And the source of strength you somehow derived 
Till your new born arrived 
For unto one’s life is born another 
There is no love greater than that of a mother

Premium MemberMOM GIFTS

May we be blessed to have been given a Mom
whose gifts are her kindness, her caring
her love, her support and her compassion…just to name a few…

Gifts passed down to us so if we ever have a daughter
Who decides to be a mother…
She will share those same Mom Gifts…
with all her children too.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberMYSTERY SHOEBOX

This old house is a mystery, it is filled with lots of history. It needs to be cleaned out, now what are we going to talk about? Let's go to the big closet, mom made this her big bank deposit. Look a very old dusty shoebox, wow!!! is it Ralph our pet blue fox?

Premium MemberMy un-tender feet

run on the beach
when I first hit the sand
and my hair is down
and I don't have makeup on.

I found a shark tooth,
a little one
and I carried it
miles down
the shoreline

on the top
of my tongue
to keep it safe

so I could show it off
when I got home

and say to my mom
"I found one!"

something less
than valuable,
but memorable
to her and
the man she loves.

I ran barefoot,
Lady Godiva style
on the beach tonight

I saw an oyster bed
at low tide
when no one else
was looking

and a seagull waited
for a sand crab
to surface
for dinnertime.

Children were crying
and laughing,
and adults were fishing,
walking seriously,
looking for shark teeth,
and/or smiling.

I am back home
at the ocean,
where my soul sings
and I am alive.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMiss you Mom

Alike a butterfly in flight You drifted off to paradise A journey to rainbows end Leaving broken hearts to mend. Always on you I could depend My cares and sorrows you would mend You brought the light to my dark days And lifted my heart in many ways. Today I miss you more than ever If only we could get together So I could have my mother’s love Today I’m in need of a huge hug. I hear your voice call from up above I smell the fragrance that you so loved I see you in both the moon and stars I reach out and I touch your heart. I know that one day we’re sure to meet Keep safe and sleep in heavenly peace Until the day our hearts entwine In the house of our Lord Divine.

Premium MemberMom

one tear pearled on her cheek but she never woke up did it fall between life and death God knows her voice still on my cell but it’s all in the past the covers of her book are closed no words her hands rose petal soft they held mine in a dream it was dark; we were in parked car woke up her food dumplings, gravy or soup and half sandwich a quick meal or delicacy so good miss Mom her quirky wit and her resonant voice even when she scowled at her love oh my!

Premium MemberOf the many love languages

Mom was a wonderful cook.
No complaints in that department.
Her way to express love.


Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Premium MemberMy Son's Embarrassing Mom

"Somewhere in time,"
(not the movie)
poetry
became a narrative
for recording
memories.

It must have been this evening
at my son’s first band concert,
the winter one.
(It was full of songs:

the ones I don't remember,
except for
'Spicy, Chicken Sandwich.'
It was the one
with lots of drums,
and his trumpet).

I told him so,
afterwards.
He was
somewhat less
than interested.


On our way home,
he made me laugh.

My line was:
“I filmed every song, honey.”
His line was:
“Yeah, well
I played every song,
so…”

The “lost in translation”
translation:

"I am a sixth grader.
Everything
you say and do,
mom,
is embarrassing,"

I am the proud:
“Village Idiot."

My mom used to say that
about herself, 
when I was his age.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberLOVE IS WOOL

Moma’s hands of comfort and skills ~~ the sweetest I’ve ever known

When small, mom’s loving hands knitted me Barbie’ clothes.
Bro and I were smitten with her puppet-like animal mittens.
My son’s toddler, fire engine sweater is displayed wall posed,
and a bed blanket of varied, unique squares does heart pull.
Wool surrounds me, it hugs and comforts me, love is wool.

Premium MemberBuried Treasure - Mystic

they say …
you cant take it with you
but you took so many little jewels
when you left -
your smile
your pure, unqualified love
your creativity and expression
your engaging mind
your encouragement, your empathy
your extraordinary patience …
but what I miss the most is
your exceedingly unlimited kindness
and … our talks -
about anything and nothing
and everything …
there was ne’er a doubt my heart was yours
and yours, of course, was mine
the truly ironic thing is
that we conversed SO much -
for many hours on end
when not a single, solitary word …
was ever needed.
oh, how I miss you, Mom
like a clown …
misses tears.

Premium MemberWatch

WATCH she gave I treasure when I check the time and see the diamonds on bezel and dial, I smile “her love stays with me all the time”

Premium MemberJune Bug



My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him – her pet name for Junior was “June Bug”


Junior had a beautiful mom
Unlike any other
Never knew a heart so calm
Ever the amazing mother!

Blessed by her light, her sacrifice
Unending grace beyond a price
Glory to God for love so nice!

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