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Mother Narrative Poems

These Mother Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Narrative Mother poems written by international poets.


Premium Member God's Tiniest Missionaries, Andy the Man of God
     And, as I began to play the tune, the power of the words from my song, “There is Healing in...

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Categories: christian, health,



Fighting Three Witches
I am facing multiple personalities
‘Beautiful faces are everywhere
But beautiful minds are hard to find’

Three witches fortified with deceit
Equivocation written all on their faces
I see through...

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© Mark Frank  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: corruption, dark, destiny, education,

The Eightieth Trimester, Part II
Hux said,"My mother realized
that I was a being apart,
but if you’re all sure I’m a mistake,
then please, come stab me in the heart.”

To ensure that...

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Categories: abortion, conflict, courage, culture,

The Eightieth Trimester, Part I
Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d...

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Categories: abortion, conflict, courage, culture,

Premium Member This Is Part Of My Story
On a snowy Sunday night in the City of Syracuse, NY, as I sit at my computer and write part of my story from the...

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Categories: africa, age, black african

No Judgement Jamie
No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.

And the media...

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Categories: confusion, culture, death, education,

Something About Ed's Wife, Part II
We though she was just feeling alone,
and we wanted to be there for our friend,
but what happened when we stepped inside
shocked both me and my...

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Categories: friend, life, loss, marriage,

Something About Ed's Wife, Part I
I first met Ed’s wife when he moved in next door,
it was hard not to see such a beauty,
nearly six feet, with long, honey-blonde hair,
and...

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Categories: friend, life, loss, marriage,

Premium Member The Young Immigrant
The Young Immigrant
   by Edmund Siejka

Every night he had the same dream 
There would be a soft knock on the door
Like a friend...

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Categories: life,

Hello, 50 Years Ago
In my senior year of high school, my mother signed me up to go
to a computer school in Texas where I was to go after...

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Categories: destiny,

A Silent Movie
	I watch people move around me on a silver screen. They kept their eyes averted, making slight faces as they walk by.
	The other children spoke...

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Categories: 9th grade, abuse, appreciation,

The Fantasy of the Woods
Barefoot, I stepped on the twigs and the dry leaves,
Loving the cracking sound they make as they break,
Hating the noise at the same time,
As, they...

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Categories: faith, life, love, mystery,

Hello Mother
Hello Mother
It’s me the son you don’t remember
The son you were ashamed of and ready to give up on
I bet you have forgotten about me...

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Categories: absence, anger, character, growing

Premium Member In The Waiting Room
An eighteen month old wearing puppy pajamas is running back and forth
in the doctor’s clinic. the waiting room. He has pink cheeks and a loud...

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Categories: 4th grade, 5th grade,

Premium Member ''And Angels Wept''
We dressed him in an ivory lace christening gown,
      that had been handed down generation to generation;
I asked my mother...

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© Dear Heart  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: baby,

The Trapper and The Brave, Part I
It was back in nineteen-nineteen
when Timlin Rivers checked his traps,
by one he found just a weasel skin,
did not know what to make of that.

Why would...

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Categories: adventure, family, friendship, grandfather,

The Christmas Mule
So many years had passed, he was the offspring of a horse and ass. 
Quickly discounted, the young mule was sold over and over again...

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© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: animal, god, mother son,

The Son of Tyrants, Part II
Reporters swarmed, the rabid jackals,
around my house they made a big crowd,
even harassed my poor old mother
to the point she could barely go out.

I growled...

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Categories: america, change, dark, family,

The Son of Tyrants, Part I
I was born in far Morsania,
a small, backwater Eurasian state,
known to most folk in this wide world
for my grandfather’s prodigious hate.

My given name is Jocefeus,
but...

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Categories: america, change, dark, family,

Premium Member Waiting For A Good One
She cannot keep a job; she has had several. Anger issues.
Cannot spell or write either, or be nice, but those are secondary problems.
Showed up at...

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Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade,