Mums Poems - Poems about Mums

Mum was on the phone again when I woke up today, When I called her name she shouted "go away!" I just want to play with mum that is all I need, she's to busy on face book and checking her news feed. Mum can you play with me I am busy and all alone, she answered "stop your moaning...

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I’m the lady with a big bum A man offered quite a sum Of money to play With my bum he’d pay Until I reached out to his mum...

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More pans to wash … More pans to wash!!! They come umpteen times a day. My hands are chapped, My back is crook’d I wish they’d go away. But when they’re dry and shiny, sitting neatly on their shelves My thoughts can turn to what comes next - Some tasty treat, no longer vexed I now ‘create; and undertake Pie, bun, roast...

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my mother accused me of intentions I didn’t know were there and punished me accordingly though I was unaware I think she only understands what females say and do boys would never think that way but she ain’t gotta clue Boys don’t do the nasty things that little girls will do boys confront up front...

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Mellowing muted miraculous memories, mildly mannered, meticulously minted manly mirrored, mostly mastered messages, massaging misleading Manson Mongoloid measures, minus milktoast Mozart minuet membership monotone manuscripts, manipulating many manakin malignant mind melds. Might mindful micro mineral mankindedness marvel my molecular madness mediating medicinal meditative metronome mattresses manipulating magnum malevolent maelstrom monstrosities? Mother mayI?...

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life new forms flower seeds pressed inside earth peppered with color they blossom in full view fragrant tender petals bending in the wind white butterflies dance upon the mums life August 17, 2021...

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The luxurious feel of freshly troweled earth Sifting through my hands as I ready the plot, I shall plant roots for chrysanthemums’ birth Ere fierce sun rising spoils their golden spot. Sifting through my hands as I ready the plot Peaceful garden resting beside the narrow firth Ere fierce sun rising spoils their golden spot, More than gold the precious blossoms worth. Peaceful...

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I grow colorful, pretty poppies in springtime, And in fall, my lovely chrysanthemums shine! In my cheerful garden, I have only these two, And some even emerge in exotic shades of blue. Two very beautiful flowers, of such myriad colors, Are pleasant obsession, with no need for others! My mums are old-fashioned dark red, to fluffy pink, And my poppies range...

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Welcome to Home School today, A typical mum might say, We'll start with Maths, okay? First, I have an empty glass, There is 0 wine here for a blast, Then I'll pour in half, Before I top it up, Now I have 1 whole wine to sup, Home School does need wine o'clock, For Mums, not kids, quite a shock, Stop laughing at Mum,...

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Yesterday I planted the purple mums Which had sat forlorn on the porch for days. A monarch butterfly is scouring porch searching for mums today. Monarch is fifteen yards away from the goal plant. Will he settle for a light on the marigolds or the roses? I watch him take off, in an optimistic way. He flits up and down from...

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From the mother of all mothers tongue tied to a tree naked 5/3/2019 Navel Gazing Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gregory Barden...

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i see those blossoms top with brilliant colors bulbs aromatic scents aromatic scents colored red, yellows heads oh, I love them mums 11/07/18...

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Although you can not see them, they never hide Mums in heaven are right by your side. They hear your laugher They wipe away your tears They will hold your hands For many many years Do not cry that they are not with you Smile because they are near Whisper to them you love them Because they will always hear....

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Is it any wonder that we want to scream and shout but we hold it in so nicely, too scared to let it out, running ragged round the clock, and slightly round the bend, there's washing, ironing and dishes, whenever will it end. Pulling on a rubber glove, straightening up a chair, taking out the rubbish, clearing a plughole...

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Anxiously waiting trying not to clock watch Baleful noise breaks the silence, Calmness disappears, Distraught, sons first school day Excitement as flying body flings himself at her, at home time Penned October 1 2017 Contest : Sara Kendrick ....let's do some alphabet Based on own friends ordeal...

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