Beautiful Parents Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Parents poems are examples of Parents poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Parents Beautiful poems written by international poets.
You've walked a long walk
It's time to sit back.
The journey's rough and tough
Thorns and thistles laid bare.
Your feet bleed and crack;
But you walk through the boulder.
Scorned on all sides
You heed them no more.
Sorrows, heartache etched
Within you, broken and shattered
But you built us home;
of love and wisdom to dwell.
Like a sculptor and a painter,
You chipped out the rough edges
Then painted a canvas,
Bright and beautiful.
You shed tears in rain,
Kissed the mud in pain.
Worn were your clothes,
Different patches stitch in,
Then burry the shame behind
To made us stand tall.
You've walked a long walk,
It's on us to shoulder your load;
A traveller, you'll see the world:
Beauties you've missed,
Clothe in majestic sapphire.
No one shall scorn you now,
We'll shield you.
Our house is made,
Our home is built
Our life shall shine.
Love so devine
You'd instilled within us
We'll nurture till we grow old.
"Love, understanding and unity",
Our precepts, shall live on.
Together with love'll shine,
Till we bow our head.
Embryonic Stage
So comfy and warm
Not feeling a hint of harm
Oh, what’s happening
Birth
Good grief, it’s so cold
O’er and o’er again was told
“Beautiful baby”
Child Age
Play sports, make good grades
Life’s full of adventure days
Hates vegetables
Teen Years
It’s an awkward age
Parents struggle through this stage
Just stay sane through it
Young Adult Years
Leaving home first time
Into unknown, a steep climb
Where will it all end
Middle Adult Years
Work and family
Agony and ecstasy
Stalwart day by day
Older Adult Years
Body , soul, and mind
Seeking peace of special kind
Beyond ever known
Brooke Hampton…a children’s book author
Is where I’m pulling today’s Nella’s blessing from:
Speak to your children
as if they are the wisest
kindest
most beautiful and magical humans on Earth….
for what they believe…
is what they become.
Did we let you down?
no Disneyland.
Instilled the outside.
Past experience judging decision.
Expectation eliminating comfortable choices.
Listening to old folk voices.
The highway to heaven or hell.
To Leeds.
Playing out wishful imaginings.
It doesn’t stop.
The road is wide.
Keep driving, searching looking for the beautiful people.
Your people.
The true.
The genuine.
The loving.
Embrace them with all the experiences.
Life is there.
Their despise never trace me
Free to every discerning eyes
Ecstasy eloquent and dilute
soft footstape asleep where
Echoes of mountains ever climb
Desertness solemn and wither
Torrent rain who can feel
When every moment dormant, wet
Pulsate maroon inalive memories
Forest cry deepen amidgreen
Gild never touch arid surface
Companion of endless and ephemeral
Landscape never escape their shares always
Dream dilemma shorten us
Bustle of necessities dare
Plaster abode everywhere
Rooten the gifted odur
Luxuriant hair unbounds the daisies
Mirrors of thousand overlook
Can catch the flight of mine
The distance of sky and surface
Breadth bridle us.
baby bumblebee believed beloved beautiful buzzing thoughts
Her life had been easy, exciting and entertaining, so why not?
Her parents were enthusiastic about things her good deeds brought.
She was considerate, kind, and creative, not ever a snot.
Nothing is more precious than a child's love;
innocent, they implicitly trust you.
And they're as pure as the Angels above:
every expectant mother's wish come true.
Nothing feels as honest as a child's hug,
as they tenderly squeeze your heart and soul.
Children get along with a simple shrug;
finding ways to laugh, play games, and cajole.
Humanity's hopes live on through a child;
for they're the inheritors of our dreams.
And though they can be rambunctious and wild,
it's hard to resist their smile, so it seems.
Nothing can match the love that a child brings;
an innate love that tugs on your heartstrings.
Lorine and Jerome were sitting in a tree
Both starry-eyed and talking profusely
Jerome turned to Lorine and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Lorine turned back smiling and said, "Yes, you're my one and only."
The two love birds sang beautifully in springtime
Beautiful chords played on and on, oh so sublime
Then 9 months later, early one cold January day
A little bird sat on the tree branch alongside Lorine and Jerome, just chirping away
"A mother's love is made in heaven." Quote Written By Poet
She was a young and beautiful bride,
then her handsome husband died.
The fast car came out of nowhere,
there was nothing left but prayer.
Life was about to take her on a wild ride,
but she could not go and hide.
A precious baby girl was born,
she was told to be happy and do not mourn.
For now she is dressed in pink and is nameless,
lying in the hospital crib blameless.
Loving adopted parents would come,
and save her as she sucked her thumb.
Somethings can start out bad and end up good,
our new name is parenthood.
Your tumbling forth was a joy.
None asked, then, you're a girl of a boy;
We never cried when you cried.
Rather, each one had a smile of pride.
You cried when you felt hungry.
You cried for all and sundry.
All you needed was everyone's care.
And of your every need, each one was aware.
You learned to smile too, but that was less.
The angels are blessing you; each did guess;
Did anyone ever feel upset
Though they found you often wet?
Each day, your mom and I eagerly counted,
Whether your growth was health-founded,
You started sitting straight without falling.
You fell to your face and rose while crawling.
When you gradually stood up and toddled,
And, very pleasantly falling swaddled,
For walking, you started finding your space.
In each step, we could find grace;
There was a celebration when you babbled.
How beautiful your toy horse you saddled!
We could find, yet annoyed and sad,
When, with your toys, someone else played
When with other children, you expressed your wrath,
We know all these are part of your growth.
All these happened, dear. Now you’ve started to school,
We still watch over your growth, though we look cool...
You will made them cry
And believe to have roseses of bed,
You want them to eat less
And you believe to have dessert.
Never they asked for much,
Just they want is your happiness,
They made there life miserable,
To make your life luxurious.
They never showed there hunger
But made you to eat full of stomach.
The dream you saw they made them true
Even if not able to wear a proper clothes.
But what you gave in return,
You made them childless, homeless all alone
Even after having a beautiful family.
Remember God is there,
For every blunder there is a trial (punishment)
And if there is tear in their eyes be ready to have in your eyes.
I watch her even now-running,
Toward unknown paths, forever in a hurry,
With tears streaming down the eyes,
Always pretending to be tireless.
So was the mother and so were the children,
Torn from the luminaries of the soul,
My mother- the Word in my house,
And dad- the pillar that lifts us up to the clouds.
My parents, protective same as the saints,
Guides through the absurd darkness,
Through which even the grandfathers fought,
With faith in my soul and in my heart- words.
Despite everything, their love prevailed,
Even through the overwhelming gloominess,
Same as the saints shining,
Ahead our parents, and we behind them.
The aroma of mellow gardenias, the dance of a ballerina,
the sound of an Italian concertina
Purple, shaded, toe shoes that glide across a stage with
footlights and an applause of praise.
Tender thoughts to remember, in winter, Spring or even
a blustery, Midwest September.
Birthdays that my parents bought me corsages for, and
many relatives with presents at the door.
Birthday dinners on ivory and gold linen with candle lights,
such elegance.leaves, my soul, sparkling bright.
Decades later, I recall, my little daughter, Maria born three
days prior to my birthday, was the most blessed gift from
God~overall!
I may be eight-five today, but I still am full of life and to plan
to play, full-out, till God calls me home on my final day.
3/13/2023
Mom and Dad, though not here,
this day forever, makes me so
glad!
To many others, of all colors and
creeds, you gave, greed was not your
need.
God saw what you did, blessing you
with such outstanding, endless,
abundance.
I think of you each day, and truly,it makes
your daughter's heart twirl, doing a happy
dance!
Because of you both, I have all my fingers
and lovely
toes.
Your granddaughter, now as beautiful,
as a blooming, fresh,scented Spring
rose.
Your grandson,intelligent, a true American,
ethical, kind and never
bold.
We live in a city, where God, country,
family always comes
first.
It all began with you, two, and thus we
live lives with no spiritual
thirst.
Thank you for life, what a fantastic couple,
husband...and his loving,
wife!
My love and respect forever,
Panagiota
6/9/2022
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As a child, I stared at her
She was my world
And she was beautiful
Inside and out
She smiled like the stars
Shimmering and sparkling
Radiating kindness
Her spirit was like love
Blending warmth and hope
Hues of inspiration
Tangled with excitement
Her eyes were bright green
Laughing like the wind
Welcoming my heartbeat
To pound for her, breathing
In the wonder of this joy
A mother’s love in colors
Vibrant as life, enlightened
By shadows of beautiful dreams
Faith, hope, love – joy and peace
Her blend, a melody from His hand
Poured out, raining down, affection