Motherhood Poems - Poems about Motherhood

If I ever had a daughter like me, I’d call her my little desert rose so she knows I’ve lived it too— a brittle-stemmed rose blooming through sandstorms. Were I to have a daughter— someone soft like me... I’d tell her I’m sorry. Not for bringing her into a world where cruelty exists— but for letting her live in it when her petals part before her thorns remember...

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When a slap brings joy A voice cries out Newborn girl, boy Angels in Heaven shout A voice cries out Happy tears flow Angels in Heaven shout Trumpets in Glory blow Happy tears flow Breast milk fed Trumpets in Glory blow Gentle strokes to the head Breast milk fed Forever to enjoy Gentle strokes to the head When a slap brings joy...

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Shifting crown of thorns and a crown with the finest gold, for the most challenging but most rewarding title set on woman’s head: All Humans’ Most Honorable Role. With grandiose bouquet of roses so fresh yet, frequently withers; But once her tears flow down her eyes, her molding hands firmly flail and her dreams flow lovingly at fertile lands for...

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She taught me to pray with hands that bruised the bread and sometimes, me. The kitchen smelled of cinnamon, but the corners were quiet with grief. I was loved--loudly, then not at all. Her laugh could warm a whole December, but silence followed when I needed June. She carried me like gospel, until I questioned her scripture. Then, I became her quiet sin. Still-- I make her biscuits...

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Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world - Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless", It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one. Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture. It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading,...

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Picture this You're eight years old, in your bedroom, playing with your favorite stuffed animals. But not far from your door, the sounds of raised voices echo-voices that do not sound happy. You shift your focus back to your toys: Three different teddy bears. One is the daddy, one is the mommy, and one is the daughter. You make the bears do...

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If mothers didn't bear children, laughter would turn into monotony: can we imagine mankind's misery? No infant would cry when they are hungry, no noisy kids screaming and having fun! Wouldn't God be mad at us, calling us evil, selfish beings? Wouldn't empty cribs not be rocked while a sweet lullaby is not whispered? A mother's duty is to bear healthy children, God gave his...

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three generations of mothers created a fourth- mine, my children's, my grandchildren's between the late fifties and April this year I have welcomed thirteen births- my three five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren generations unfold in ways of the times as...

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a practiced smile on her face a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings— mistaken for a pest, but beneficial— to strike out and explore a thorny world resisting the siren call of spring’s scent turning their heads with songs of love emerging personalities unravel the cocoon spun in...

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Smile, Care, Love unconditional, sacrifice Mother, so should be Smiling, Caring, loving, sacrificing, bearing it all Mother, so she was Burdened, ridiculed, caught up in tangles, Struggling to find a way out Mother v/s I Thinking, questioning, fighting, making her way Mother in pursuit Father, brother, sister, mother all can mother Mother is not alone Mother is not just she Mother is duty, a ritual, a celebration to share...

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I sit here with guilt and recent understanding. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. I sit here with remorse, and now I’m rebranding. Because to live is to learn and to learn is it grow. It is like I stepped in your shoes when I became a mother. You were doing your best, one foot in front of the...

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I reach across the pillow bare And caress you with my thigh And upon your lips I gently bite And breathe your hungry sigh You pull me close Hip to hip My body is in song A hallucinatory return to where I still belong We are a skein of tangled feelings Traversing time and space Incantatory memories rouse us As we begin...

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We must clear the signs If visitors come. The instructions on how to Wipe and clean. It is for shame, to not Embarrass him. Signs encouraging growth and how to Self-sustain. What do they think of My old cracking bathroom? If they knew the battles fought here, the messes made! At least the dog can still be washed here. So that’s one...

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Motherhood Credit Is when you have lack of sexual activity and partners, passion, limited work options, Love, Fake Double imposter and Dating Time, Wear and Tear health and Food, depression, Debt, life experience, being stood up and call weird or to grieve, foot pain and physical pain, period pains, broken promises, baby daddy walkouts, never get...

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I woke up this morning with my hair in knots. Lines on my belly mapping where you had been. Dishes in the sink glared at me as I walked by. The stove harboring remnants of last nights dinner. Laundry remained unfolded in the hall. The washer crying as I added another load. Motherhood is ugly... But today you smiled at me....

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