Moma Poems

Moma Dada

"MoMa Dada"


baby's first words spoken in broken English

Categories: moma, color,
Form: Monoku

Sacred Love

Before I knew how to spell blue,
When my best dreams were filled with chocolate,
Before I knew that she would be the glue,
That attached my hopes and dreams to reality,
The cement that helped me believe…
Forever is the future that grows more beautiful
As I pass through the doubts, the fears, the clouds
Constructed from heartbreak, from disillusionment…

She has

Categories: moma, angel, appreciation, blessing, how
Form: Free verse

A Visit To Moma

The puppets from “Pinocchio”
Were beautifully displayed;
Picassos, Cezannes and Van Goghs
Were artfully arrayed.

The photographs and furniture
Were waiting to be seen
By locals, tourists, school groups
And all people in between.

At MOMA* there is so much art – 
Kandinsky, Rothko, Klee – 
Just one thing has been missing,
‘Til today, and that was me!

*Museum of Modern Art

Categories: moma, appreciation, art,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Nothing But a Sunset - Living In the MoMA

This is no Nantucket watercolor, 
Closeted, waiting for the artist’s death 
To fetch a better price.
This is not some dusty postcard landscape, 
Motionless, stocked in a convenience store 
Beside the instant rice.
This is never taught to yawning students, 
Analyzed, cautioned as a stale technique. 
Dismissed as a device.

This is nothing but a sunset. 
Fifty shades

Categories: moma, allegory, sunset,
Form: Prose Poetry

Fashion At Moma

“Is Fashion Modern?” MOMA* asks
And so, in its new show,
The items on display are there
To let us know it’s so.

A pair of Levi’s, baseball caps,
Bikinis and berets,
A Wonderbra, dashikis, kilts
And suits from prior days.

A Rolex watch, Adidas, Nikes,
Mao jackets, too,
A leotard by Danskin,
Polo shirts (but not J. Crew).

Lipstick, flip flops, saris, Speedos,
Ties, stilettos, Spanx,
Jumpsuits, hoodies,

Categories: moma, clothes,
Form: Rhyme

Love Is Wool

Dedicated to my Moma

Mom’s loving hands knitted me Barbie’ clothes,
my son’s small sweater I display in pose,
and our blanket of unique square patterns.
Our cute child animal mittens were cool.
Wool surrounds me, comforts me, love is wool.

Categories: moma, cute, family, love, mother,
Form: Rhyme

Gone Sweet Moma

Gone Sweet Momma

I never told you thank you
I never thought I SHOULD

Now that your gone Sweet Momma
I think I WOULD

Thank you Sweet Momma
you did All you COULD

Never brought you Roses
Never thought I SHOULD

Now that our gone sweet momma 
I wish I COULD

Thank you sweet momma
If you were here I WOULD




By: Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}

Categories: moma, mom,
Form: ABC

Moma Cooking

she looks a mess
in her old dress
she can burn 
from her i learm
i allways finger licking
sticking
its got me hooking
i love

MOMA COOKING

Categories: moma, adventure, memory,
Form: Light Verse

Moma

Oh Moma, please don't leave
I had a bad dream
Don't leave me alone and scared
Scared of what I just saw there
I want you to stay
Tell me it's all gonna be okay
I need you here with me
To rock me back to sleep
Don't turn out the lights
Please don't leave my side
I'm afraid when you're not here
Won't you stay

Categories: moma, fear, growing up, mother,
Form: Classicism

Moma Said Shop

rememeber what told me
the key
to love
is from god above
you must move thur
the lot
don't stop
at one  boxs
MOMA SAID 
SHOP

Categories: moma, dedication,
Form: Light Verse

Moma Boys

i  admit ths
i can't excist
moma i miss
and her kiss
she alway bought me
as a boy my toy
am a
MOMA BOY

Categories: moma, happiness, boy,
Form: Light Verse

"a Year Later Moma"

It's been a year and I miss her so much.
I miss her face and I miss her touch.
My heart broke when she died.
Now I'm alone thats why I cry.
Our mom was all we ever had.
She was both our mom and dad.
I'll miss her with all my heart.
When she left it broke apart.

Categories: moma, mothermom, mom,
Form: I do not know?

Moma

She has held me times were bad
She has all ways been so strong
Never let us see her tears when she sad
Never  let us think we were wrong

She use to spank my butt when I got out of control
She would hug me and say I hate doing that you see
But one day you'll be grown
An

Categories: moma, life, love, motherme, me,
Form: I do not know?