Mom Ode Poems | Examples
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I needed someone in whom I could trust
to let me know of my three strongest suits.
I asked my daughter; instantly she gave
a quick summation of my attributes.
The first she named (my easy-going ways)
I had not quite expected, but in her view
since I’m rarely ruffled, I am at ease.
The more I think about it, that’s very true.
I’m tolerant; not much will set me off.
Forgiving and relaxed is how I am.
As Popeye the Sailor Man was wont to say:
“I yam what I yam, and that’s what I yam!”
The second trait my daughter mentioned was
I’m fun – an easy one for me to guess.
Housework I will shirk if there’s to be had
a good time! I’ll just leave the house a mess.
Fun and easy-going go together.
What reason in the world is there to be
too hard on others or on my own self?
I love to laugh and often I’m carefree.
I like the last thing that my daughter said.
Of scriptures, it would be my favorite one,
which starts out with the two great words “Be kind.”
“Be kind to one another,” said God’s son.
I’ve never been the perfect nurturer
as a mom, but I feel at least I’m kind.
To know my daughter thinks of me this way
gives me much gratitude and peace of mind.
Over four decades I’ve made memories,
faithfully captured and held dear.
On my knees as a 10 year old begging,
‘Mom will you please take me to see her?’
So may tears and so many smiles
your music has always brought solace.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over..
( See what I did there?)
Lyrics that just won’t quit. The G.O.A.T.
Undisputed and she’ll defend her title.
Mastering the art of veni vidi vici
is what this icon was born to do.
She’s set the tone and created an outlet
for our feminine wiles to divinely explode.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over:
there is only one Queen of Pop.
From a plane to a venue screaming,
just to be in such legendary ubiety.
Been to eight tours and I’d do it again
over and over …
Madonna!!!
Long may she reign.
I grew up surrounded by bright flowers,
my mom had a pretty cottage garden;
of vibrant blooms going on all summer,
my favorite was the Painted Daisy!
With lovely feathery green fern-like leaves,
multi-color petals and gold centers,
sparkling in the sun with bright rainbow bursts;
rich nectar bringing butterflies and bees!
Imagine ceaseless blooms in pinks and rose,
in purples oranges, yellow and white;
from one glorious lovely summer plant,
sublime in gardens, a vase or as dried!
Oh, divine the steady stream of color,
it represents many things for this girl;
purity, love, energy, happiness,
and joyful, boundless, endless memories!
In you, dear Mother, my pride resides,
No hate could ever in my heart abide.
Nine months within your loving embrace,
You nurtured me with boundless grace.
You taught me to speak, to write, to stand,
Guided me with a gentle hand.
A part of you, you gave to me,
A bond so strong, for eternity.
Today and always, I honor you,
For all you've done, for all you do.
My love for you will never fade,
In every moment, in every shade.
I am honored to be your child,
With gratitude, my heart compiled.
To the world, I proudly proclaim,
My mother, my joy, my cherished name.
As we sat around the table drinking our glasses of tea
My father wanted his bottle squeezer, so he asked for it, from me
As I searched through all the drawers and looked through every door
I couldn't find that bottle squeezer, nor have I ever did before
As we sat around the table, dessert time now was due
My mother asked me- son...would you like to try some "Snu"
Not knowing what the stuff was, I asked my mom "What's snu"
She said to me- "Nothing much- what is new, with you"
I asked her where the bottle squeezer was, so I could give it to my dad
She said- "Sorry son, but ya know, I think you've just been had
There's no such thing you're looking for dad called a "Bottle Squeezer"
He's pulled that joke on me before, your dad is such a teaser
Write An Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
2/28/2023
Be that as it may
You are perfect in every way
I don't think that words can say
exactly what I'm trying to explain
just your presence eases my pain
And just your glow dries the rain
there's no man no stick nor stone
nothing on Earth quite as strong
In my eyes you do no wrong
So i think I know what I'm trying to say
and there's no need for words to explain
So be that as it may
you are perfect
In every way
Ps.
I hope this poem makes your day the way you do mine everyday
Love your son
In comfort next to you mother,
fifteen Christmas I spent with you,
in time’s orchards fruits picked together,
those fruits now bitter without you!
Tears that run down my pillow,
are tears that will not dry,
With years hope heart will mellow,
I shall try not to cry!
‘In praise of the Ode’poetry contest
2nd placement
sponsor nette onclaud
topic 3 about an orphan
8 lines 6 words each!
A tiny runt who cannot run,
mom kicked me out because I limp.
The big dogs call me dumb, a gimp,
off-beat orphan, claimed by no one.
A Mowgli bumming all around,
Where is that warmer welcome mat?
there sits Bagheera, mama cat;
a foundling's hope perhaps is found.
She takes me in with her own kits;
they share and care for me at last.
Not long and I forget my past;
my name escapes the dog obits.
October 5, 2020
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest: In Praise of the Ode
Theme: # 3. About an Orphan
MOM'S BIRTHDAY DEW IS DUE
Just like a balm in bed you are to me.
I may leave my thoughts unspoken
till the day my muse is inked-out.
Mom, I may sometimes keep mum (mute)
but there's no day that passes
without a reminisce of your kindness,
your thoughtfulness & sacrifices,
your sweetness and your love.
Warm-hearted as noonday sunshine,
restful and peaceful as the night,
deep hearted like depth of ocean,
uplifting as the waves of the sea,
strong and steady like the tide
sums up all that you are to me.
Your love has always been unconditional
even when my moods were transitional.
Hope today, your birthday is special
like sparks that rattles sensational;
Feel yourself renew 'cos your birthday is due.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY from me to you.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 28th, 2020.
Yay! Puddles!
Splish! Splash! Splish!
Wonderful Puddles!
You fill this rainy day with fun!
Thanks for always being there,
Right at the end of the driveway!
Although Mom might not like you,
I always will!
Because once my spashing is done,
I get hot chocolate!
Wonderful Hot Chocolate!
Mother
Better lose the saddle than the horse’.
Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words
To her child, not just out of love,
Not entirely for love but for joy.
The joy of motherhood.
This life will be hard (they say)
Nwa m, ma o ga-adiri gi mma
She assures her young child.
n’ihi na o buru na nwatakiri adighi
Enwe oganihu o no n’aka nne
The pains of motherhood.
A mother is a child’s guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go;
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.
Nne enweghi onu ahia
A woman who has children, does not die.
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she’s gone.
Every child will grow up,
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother’s milk is priceless.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
SPEAREPOETRY
My teeth crunch into golden heaven,
savoring fresh cream and salt.
This is my tenth - wait, no - eleventh
cob of corn. Time for a malt.
Corn cob, Mom, Bob,
Can't have another?
We love each other,
so you must.
Cob of corn, my golden heaven,
After you I love to lust.
An Ode to my Mommy
I have my mommy on my Mind,
The words I cannot find
My mommy is strong and fierce
And even her words could pierce
She can change my soul
And make me whole
My mommy tells it like it is
Her advice is not a story or a pop quiz
She picks me up before I fall
When I need advice I give her a call
When I am sad her words are a gift
Her smile always gives me a lift
Mommy I don't mean to make you sad
I just want you to be happy and glad because you are the best mommy I ever had.
Mussolini saved Italy
from a possible Nazi conquest,
he saw an alliance with Germany
as an opportunity to avoid
another horrible Holocaust!
This truth was never told
for fear that the Italian people
would have declared
Il Duce the savior of Italy;
wasn't his decision the smartest
choice he had ever made?
Although Mussolini invaded
many countries, he also
did good deeds; women were
fascinated by his charm,
my mom was one of them...
he was the perfect image
of masculinity and also
of obstentious vanity!
Sadly, Mussolini was hanged
upside down in that Milan's public
square; the Americans wanted
him alive, but his voice
was forever silenced by
the revengeful partisans!
Italy never gave him
the credit and the honor
he deserved, but he was
spat on, kicked and
by a vicious crowd!
I am honoring Benito Mussolini
with my ode for his great
leadership despite his errors;
may History remember him
not as a traitor, but as a savior
and a citizen who loved his country!
Written on 7/8/2017
Sleep Baby
Sleep Baby
Sleep all you want
you will never be lonely with Jesus your own
Sleep Baby
Sleep Baby
Sleep all you want
you will never be lonely with Jesus your home
Hush, quite down
There's no danger here
Jesus, your mom and I will always be here
Close your eyes and relax
Don't be afraid God will guild you for always
Sleep Baby
Sleep Baby
Sleep all you want
you would never be lonely with Jesus your own
Sleep Baby Sleep
Baby Sleep all you want
you will never be lonely,
you will never be lonely,
you will never be lonely with Jesus your home
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (c)1978
Dedicated to 1st born daughter of Carmen & James Edward Lee Sr