Mums Poems | Examples

Mums the Word

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

Pans: Again

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  a glorious cake?
Foods to soothe the ravening beasts
My pans cook up some wondrous feasts.

Mums and Sons

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 and blunt and do not think it through 
when men clash they fight the fight it’s physical abuse 
but women will manipulate and spread a lie or two 

Boys don’t play the mind games that my mother thought I did 
so how can you respect her when she’s clearly quite stupid 
when my father got involved he showed me he understands 
and that relatability could only come out of a man 

if you have never been a boy then you haven’t got a clue, 
you might be a mum but being male was never you, 
so never think your sons intentions match your point of view 
you might accuse him of things boys would never do 

And every time you do that he’ll think less of you

Mums the Word

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?

White Butterflies and Mums

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

Planting Mums By the Firth

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 garden resting beside the narrow firth,
Where warm summer gentle breezes kiss the sea
More than gold the precious blossoms worth,
I knead the fertile soil carefully on bended knee.

Where warm summer gentle breezes kiss the sea,
I shall plant roots for chrysanthemums’ birth
I knead the fertile soil carefully on bended knee
The luxurious feel of freshly troweled earth.


Written May 18, 2021
For "Pantoum Rhyme" poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Picture #5

Mums and Poppies

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 from white, to black as ink.

Home Schooling Mum

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, okay,
She flunked Maths too, along the way,
Some Mums are not teachers, okay,
Now who farted? She'll say,
End of Home School for the day!

Monarch Seeks Mums

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 bush to flower,
Settling on the purple mums. 
This determined butterfly amuses me.

Mums the Word

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

Lovely Mums

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

Mums In Heaven

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.

Manic Mums

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 full of hair,
hoovering the carpet, another sticky bit of glue,
new drawings on my paintwork,
mind you its a very nice shade of blue!

Cleaning muddy footprints off the kitchen floor,
scrubbing chocolate fingerprints covering the door,
dusting all the pictures of the family i adore,
see its not that great a wonder,
because its never been a chore.

Mums Ordeal - Contest Lets Do Some Alphabet

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

Mums Mothers Day Present

This weekend is Mothers Day in South Africa 
So my niece Schade decided to send my Mum 
A lovely bunch of flower's and a Hamper 
They arrived on Friday
And she hasn't stopped smiling and crying 
Since she received them
They say its not the actual gift but the thought behind it that matters 
And watching my Mum in sheer bliss
Proved that fact beyond a shadow of a doubt
Its was not the gift she actually loved
Just the fact Schade had though about her

If anyone out there reading this can take the time
To do anything for someone they Love
Do it if not for themselves then do it for yourself 
Its the greatest gift you can give both of you
Love is sharing
Love is caring 
Dare to Love

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