Mothers Poems - Poems about Mothers

In Gaza, the mothers don’t sleep, waiting in darkness, listening to the sky that’s been raining death -- nothing to inspire a fairy-tale to lull their children to sleep, their ears sharpened to the slightest noise, attuned to the whir of Israeli drones, incessantly circling above. Every day they are ambushed by grief. They sleep...

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Mothers don't let your children grow up to be soldiers and march off to battle without remorse or of course a thought of regret to get in the way boys playing follow the leader 'We're only following orders' the young may say yet greed and stupidity is the name of the game either for land or in God's name history has taught nothing on judging it seems and trudging...

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red robins eggs are in her nest as she warbles her mothers song melody flows from east to west red robins eggs are in her nest song birds agree her songs the best her neighbors gather in a throng red robins eggs are in her nest as she warbles her mothers song...

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Label each other, What a witch! Just like mother, Genes passed to smother....

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Missing my Parents Both are gone Jesus is with me I am never alone. Rest my dear Parents You've done your best Remembrance in memories Centuries, Decades, through Destiny All the rest. ...

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They say a mothers love Is everything You could say Infinite A key ingredient needed For the upbringing of her children For a black mother Parenthood is a little different There are so many factors to consider Like racism and safety They have to love their children extra harder Just to hide the noise of all the...

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sometimes in our live we experience pure joy mother with daughters Inspired by dear lovely friend, Mary Lababidi. ...

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The Queen Of Emeralds. Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love! Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms. Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea. Thy mothers passion is of furious pain...

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May is the month of Mary May is the month of love May is the month of all flowers May is the month of all Mothers. Let's celebrate all Mothers Those who are poor and are living in huts Those who are rich with fake eyelids Those who are small with high heels Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers Those...

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I've treasured memories like purest of gold ...

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Last time I saw her, you could feel the autumn breeze Digging through all these memories of a picture and a thousand words Remembering all the summers past, with a laugh on this day Although a mother's worries may seem to go unnoticed You gave us all someone to look up to all these years With the silent love two...

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I wonder what I'd be like if you had loved me As a mother myself, a friend, and spouse If your love had stretched like branches of a tree But I still keep your picture at the entrance of my house She's the Samantha before you had to take life by the handles The Samantha before you were consumed,...

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Mama, are you thinking of me? I was thinking of you, too Wonder what all you see And the things you do. Is the canvas from heaven breathtaking? I bet the peace feels like bliss No worries or constant aching Just a heavenly, gentle kiss. Wish that heaven had a landline, I know that we would talk I would hold your hand in mine And we...

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Shall I Compare You... ? Shall I compare you to the sun? Shining and warm, my dearest one Shall I compare you to the moon? Unique and bright, my greatest boon Shall I compare you to the light? Illuminating what not of sight Shall I compare you to the knight? in honour and dignity willing to fight Shall I compare you to the Queen? Admiring...

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Thoughts whisk me away to a foregone time, when things were peaceful with much less crime. Of a Mother who never complained of tired back, from a ten hour day pulling a twelve foot sack. She had six children and still worked in the field, her sleepless nights worrying she never revealed. A tub and rub board always kept our clothes...

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