Mother Poems | Beautiful Poems About and For Mothers

Poem submitted to "Those We Love Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor ECHOES I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as...

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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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I found her spirit heartbroken; she needed someone who would listen. Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten as on and on she labored, outspoken. In time, her story would in part, soak in; she wanted her baby to be christened. I found her spirit heartbroken; she needed someone who would listen. A neighbor’s harsh words had woken her to the fact,...

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I look back to the halcyon days When Mrs Johnson, A comely widow, ran fruitful Errands for the new railway, and for Our undeveloped district. A frail, little maid in green cardigan And sable wool hat for new mourners, She read the New Testament With zest, from Matthew to Revelation. And she battled with the stress of inheritance At the foot of her husband’s death...

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In a mother’s eyes no flaw is visible her heart a quiet refuge a place that always says welcome. In a lover’s gaze every glance carries meaning but her heart can feel like a clinic open only to wounds that don’t bleed too deep. In a father’s world tears are tucked away love spoken in silence offered through actions, never words. But in a lover’s world tears are...

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She was a gentle lady, sweet and kind She was also a fine friend of mine She was forward looking, hopeful and free She not only loved, but believed deeply in me She cheered me on as my biggest fan There was nothing about me she didn't understand When l was fanatical or quick to criticize, She sat me down caringly, and...

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The nights get cold on that prairie land, But she don’t break—she takes God’s hand. With a baby girl tucked close at night, She leans on faith when there’s no end in sight. She’s patched old jeans, gone weeks on beans, Fought silent storms no one sees. But through each trial, tear, and test, She trusts the Lord will handle the rest. Her...

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twitchy, fidgety, nervous Lee frightened of you, frightened of me we are not scary, so how can that be? you should meet his mother said Meridee She’s as high strung as a mean high wire snappish, waspish, angry, a non-hire jittery, jumpy, nervous, nasty too Lee’s only role model is his mama Sue...

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"Death is the mother of beauty;" Death as nothing is not separate from beauty~ death is mother appearing as beauty~ resulting in This as it is~~~ She says, “But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss.” Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams And our desires. Although she strews the leaves Of sure obliteration on our paths, The...

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Mother's arms reach across any distance. Your breath becomes her heartbeat. Love flows like morning light through eyes that see all of you. In your blood runs love, steady as sleep, bright as stars. Birds call your name in gardens you've never seen. Flowers wait, remembering your small hands. Old songs echo forward you inherit belonging like breath. Past, present, future the world turns...

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Mother Nature’s Fury, It begins to rain Rivers overflowing, roads begin to flood Devastation everywhere as homes filled with mud Loss of life and property, oh the heartfelt pain Mother Nature’s fury, as the story goes Wild winds begin to roar all across the land City and towns ravished by deadly tornadoes Loss of life and property we're dealt a lousy hand Mother...

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I felt like it was coming, not through buds breaking open, but through a softness in the air, like a soft napkin forgotten on the chest of an old icon. No one announced it not the wind, not the birds, not the old woman at the corner window, threading her days together with a broken needle. This spring has no footsteps, no voice, only the faint scent of resin and...

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For Dwina, in celebration of Talia's graduation from high school. Dear mother, warm around me-- tender home for just this while; so close together, you and I I feel good when you smile. Dear mother, here you've brought me to this world so vast and bright; oh, hold me close, protect me and we'll rest here, for the night. Dear mother, I'm so hungry-- right away,...

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I don’t like mirrors anymore They’re a reflection of everything I try to ignore The acne on my face My stomach gaining weight These love handles aren’t fake It sucks to be this way Cause all I see is ugliness staring back at me I don’t wanna be her The one I call mother For she’s...

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