Daughter Mother Poems | Examples
These Daughter Mother poems are examples of Mother poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Mother Daughter poems written by international poets.
Maybe I've never been enough for you,
On the occasion you speak the truth,
My heart gets broken over and over again.
Maybe if I looked like her,
Of course we would only know if I were,
Maybe that would make it harder to leave.
My heart goes out to those like me,
Others who feel like they can't breath,
Muddled by the presence of a wicked thing.
Maybe one day I'll get out,
Out of the darkness there's no doubt,
My spirit will be free and you will have no hold on me.
Warmer than the summer sun
Softer than the breeze
Sweeter than a rose in bloom
My mother’s all of these’s .
My mother always stood by me
Throughout my childhood years
She would always be around me
If I would shed a tear.
She would always pick me up
No matter when I fall
Because the love of my mother
Is the strongest love of all.
Yes , mothers are God’s angels
She is my angel too
That’s why I love her so much
And miss her loving touch.
I take
her hand in mine
and guide her down the street.
Will my daughter take my hand too, one day?
my mommys love was a loves room I knocked until my Knuckles bruised.
she taught me Silence like a bed time song, and bitterness in breakfast.
Her hugs were shark -skin
smooth if you dont move
but alisia moved
alisia always moved
She gave me her tired
like a hand-me down sweater
too tight in the chest
loose in the soul.
I learned to fold myself
like laundry she forgot in the
washer.
I wanted her wanting
but sne wanted drugs.
I wasent the drugs was
he child and i needed
her but
She needed them.
Now I carry mommy
In my Jaw in
in dreams
In the way I panic in someone
Says "mommy”
by alisia bentley
With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns
Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'
Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather
Love without fingers
a current that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps
Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood
At the supermarket, squeeze this,
sniff that. Of course, color is the
first attraction: Fruit should not
be green -- vegetables must be!
So, green is not always best.
Children, take note! (Her daughter,
Little Genie, as ordered, wrote)
And if the same price for
one, choose the largest and weigh...
but scales sometimes are purposely
light, seldom right. (Genie again
wrote) Now let's do this again: I said
vegetables should be green...though
carrots better orange-yellow. Then there
are eggplants, they must be deep
purple. Oh, and the beets should
be nice, round, earthy red. Sweet candy,
gumballs, hot-dogs, highly processed
foods, hormone chicken and beef,
barbecue with artificial flavoring
should be avoided like the class
bully. (Genie wrote, if it taste good
it is probably bad for you) Read labels
on cans: Mono-this, Chlor-what's it,
if you can't say it, never plate it. Make
a list of these chemicals. Genie
used all the reminding pages in her pad.
(ended with, in the future, only go
shopping with dad)
I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you interrupt her breath
into her child's new lungs,
and a simple harmony sang
She's now a bee to become....
I am made by the traits you gave to me –
Creating a person happy to know.
Independence and strength and loyalty,
Come from my mother who did truly show
There is importance to education,
And you made sure to provide me the best.
Creating in me a strong foundation
And for that I will be forever blessed.
You taught me how to be caring and bold,
As well as how to be a good mother.
Unconditional love never gets old –
Even my siblings support each other.
And so I watch these traits in my children,
and in their babes, again it is written.
‘Twas just yesterday I learned about joy.
You became mine and I became yours –
so happy for a girl instead of boy.
An instant love bonded us to the core.
Seconds, hours, days and years quickly fly.
Crawling and talking, walking and running –
you grew so fast, past hijinks and lies,
into someone so smart and stunning.
Time continues to pass so fast for me.
You became an adult and now mother.
You turned me into a bragging Nonni
with a perfect princess now to nurture.
I watch with amazement; the years go by.
Holding memories, I can only try.
I will watch over you
Till my dying day
I'll nurture and cherish
The times that we play
The times when I read
Of adventures to come
As I tuck you in bed
And you suckle your thumb
I will watch over you
As you learn how to live
To become independent
From the knowledge I give
The cruelest of fate
As I watch you this way
The role of a mother
To prepare for this day
To live and to love
And to help you be free
Able and strong
For a life without me
I'll wistfully see
All the days in my mind
Of watching you growing
To your own special kind
I'll wistfully dream
Of the days I won't see
When I will be gone
From this entity
I promise I'll stay
In your heart and your mind
In the love that you share
Forever entwined
I will watch over you
Until my last breathe
The love is still with you
It does not fear death
It lives on in the sun
The wind and the rain
It lives on in the thoughts
Which consume your brain
It lives on in your eyes
As you see through the years
It lives on in your spirit
And softens your tears
Know that I'm there
When you need me to be
To comfort and guide you
To set yourself free
Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt
Buy she knew this was the right decision
She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her child's next life
I'm the early morn before the rising of the sun
She sung lullabies from her mother She learned
Before giving her only child a tender kiss on her forehead
Then ending her last moment with a hug
Her child's cries drowned out by the silence of freedom
Her child sunk to her watery grave
Protected from ever becoming a slave
She was born to be free
And that all her mother ever wanted her to be
Her love for her daughter transcended time
She felt a hole in her chest
As if she had been hit with a bullet
But she would do it again if it protected her daughter from enslavement
Even if it meant the loss of her child would break her
But a mother love is selfless
It's why her daughter kanoa had to be let go
Her name important, her name meant the 'free one'
Her daughter the epitome of freedom
How she loved diamonds, her birthstone.
Literally diamonds were her best friends.
She worked very hard and each piece
of jewelry she bought made her happy.
Cluster of diamonds or solitaires, emeralds
and sapphires with diamonds set in precious
metals of gold or platinum, earrings, bracelets,
necklaces in gold and Rolex gem-set watches.
The most precious ones were the four carat diamond
solitaire ring, the twelve carat graduated
Riviere necklace bought at auctions and the Rolex
watch with diamond-set bezel and dial.
She collected her precious jewels for decades.
Those precious jewels were her pride and joy.
Her eyes sparked when she showed them, and
her excitement filled the room with joy.
She died ten years ago, and her eldest daughter
kept them without sharing any with her sister.
Where are the precious jewels now?
Sold, pawned, or given away?
This scene occurred just days before she died.
Somehow I made it through before I cried.
While pale and weak, eyes closed, in bed she lay,
I thought of all the things I longed to say.
I whispered “Beautiful" and kissed each hand.
Confused, Mom said, "What? I don’t understand.”
“Your HANDS,” I said. She answered, “They’re worn out
and wrinkled. That’s what aging’s all about.”
I said, “You’ve worked and cared, as mothers should.
Your strong but gentle hands made life so good!
With smiles and hugs for all your family,
you made us safe and happy as could be.
Again I say, about these hands I hold,
they're beautiful, and you are good as gold.”
You’re gentle, judgemental,
A freak in sheep’s disguise
Yet in some ways you’re burdened by self sacrifice,
You’re obsessive, compulsive,
Afraid to let me go
You’re afraid of what’s left of you,
If you have not my hand to hold
You know I love you,
But it’s time to move on
Take a fall, and crash out, if I’m wrong
Be scared, I’ll hold you,
If again our paths may intertwine,
Someday you’ll see me smile,
But now is not your time
So I guess we have little left to say,
But happy hurt day,
Let’s eat our heart ache
We’ll bake ‘till we can’t feel
Lind’s eat your cupcake,
Made out of mistakes
Let’s wrap up what’s concealed
‘Cause it’s your birthday,
But not anymore
Since you chose the hurt held door
So happy hurt day,
Look, I baked you cupcakes
Blow out your candles,
Close the door
My Mother's Daughter
No one listened to me
No body finds me
No one fought for me
No one took a stand
I slept in a strange land
awaken a stranger
I cried a river
the steaming tears
dancing with the undulating water
reveals a saddened reflection
mirroring my world
sweeping me back to yesteryear