Love Parents Poems | Examples
These Love Parents poems are examples of Parents poems about Love. These are the best examples of Parents Love poems written by international poets.
Moon, well rounded,
far more approachable
directly than the sun,
a severe Father – melting
with grading glare.
But your gentle
mother nature, willing to
overlook, hide and protect, to love
in shadows as well as light –
Able to ponder and choose
my best stars for safe distance,
having found less glitter often
more appealing, more revealing
than any impatient Truth.
Parental love is not a scalar measure,
it’s giving each child the individual support and care,
devoid of judgment or comparison,
without favoring one over another.
I do not pour the vastness of oceans in a single spoon,
nor do I capture the rainbow rhapsody in a single frame.
For me, one child is the gleam of the morning light,
the other, the soft shine of the twilight tinge.
One is the ebullience of the cascading stream,
another, the calm depth of the bottomless sea.
I love to the full the one in front of me,
enticing me with unique identity,
until moving away from sight, not from mind,
giving the space in my heart to the other.
If God gave me multiple children to love
And one day, one of them came and asked
“Mom, who among us do you love more and the most?
“All of you, my sweetheart!” I’ll say with smiles...boast -
“For you’re all my precious gifts from God
He gave me the most bounteous blessings and love
Each time I gave birth and heard your cries
Pain of labor brought me million-karat smiles.”
I’ll hug that dearest child and call the rest
Alternately sit on my lap giving my warmest embrace
An equal treatment with steadfast sacrifices, love, care
A parent’s love dousing their jealousy anytime, anywhere.
As parents,
we never know what a child will ask.
All we can do is,
be prepared.
Out of the blue I was asked,
"which one do you love more?"
That was an easy question and answer.
When I give out cookies,
each of you get the same number.
Because I love you each equally.
How sad that curse of sibling rivalry
that makes most children strive to be the best,
and puts dear parents in a painful place
which causes them to solve an unfair test.
“Which one of us do you love more?” may ask,
to put your heart and soul right on the line.
Each parent's feelings certainly cannot
divide unequally love so divine.
Although I never had to answer this-
but if I did, so they could somehow see,
ask them to choose 'tween our dear pup or cat
to find how hard a choice like this would be.
Surely, they'd look at me with quite a stare
and screech, "Mommy, we think that's so unfair!"
I saw you for the first time today as a lady.
You were sitting in the sand in the late day sun,
Your face framed by the broad-brimmed hat.
You smiled so beautifully under that,
That even your father could see the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time on your birth day.
And I thought I’d never seen a song til then.
But angels whispered and parents prayed
So fervently that angst was stayed.
And the Father blessed the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time as a woman.
It had somehow not occurred to me til then.
That you could have a life apart from me
Or anything other than this family.
But even fathers, someday, must see the lady inside.
And if Love were merely
A matter of purchase,
Corner store on every block,
Heart-shaped port for every
Dock --
At a terminal of wings
On every ticket counter
Always accepted sizable Rings –
But great kings have sadly found,
Some rings Slip off, having changed
A round --
Rich man, Poor man, Good man, Thief --
Love neglected~ is love brief.
"Every time I catch a glimpse of you, I wonder... when did you start looking so much like me?"
"Every time I steal a look at you, I see so much of myself staring back."
I never tire of wings
How about you, a flier?
I never tire of moon and stars
How about you, a dreamer?
Never tire of love
How about you, a kiss
And a hug? --
Sometimes I tire of life
But hang in there
Sensing always a new
Verse to be had for most
Everything --
How about you, a flier?
A dreamer? A lover?
A poet?!
tough love
some say it is the best way
so they toss their child out with the trash
she climbs back in the window
huddles under her blankets
praying you won’t find her
you do not feel guilty
you do not care
you are a parent who is stressed and strapped
for forty-six years you have coddled her
working three jobs whereas she has had none
whose fault is this?
when I tried to be me.
Ben (my son)
told me
(the academic,
politically-correct
child of mine)
to shush.
Parents-
caring, sharing,
encouraged me always,
respected and loved. Sadly missed
both gone
Husband-
he is my rock
married young, we eloped,
together now for fifty years- still
in love.
Children-
one girl, two boys,
always fun and loving,
fantastic kids, all great adults
so proud.
Grandkids-
one boy, six girls,
bringing so much delight,
always give me a hug and kiss
feel blessed.
My friends-
are like diamonds,
each one a precious gem,
they sparkle in my daily life
true finds.
A Valentine with a twist in the tail Poetry Contest
2/1/2026
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Driving home, finally in sight.
Soft winds drift through the silent night,
Twinkling stars cast a gentle light -
turning off the car.
Dreams arise in the quiet air,
Hopes and wishes floating with care.
Night without kids, a lucky pair -
and yet, here we are.
"Somewhere in time,"
(not the movie)
poetry
became a narrative
for recording
memories.
It must have been this evening
at my son’s first band concert,
the winter one.
(It was full of songs:
the ones I don't remember,
except for
'Spicy, Chicken Sandwich.'
It was the one
with lots of drums,
and his trumpet).
I told him so,
afterwards.
He was
somewhat less
than interested.
On our way home,
he made me laugh.
My line was:
“I filmed every song, honey.”
His line was:
“Yeah, well
I played every song,
so…”
The “lost in translation”
translation:
"I am a sixth grader.
Everything
you say and do,
mom,
is embarrassing,"
I am the proud:
“Village Idiot."
My mom used to say that
about herself,
when I was his age.
I thought my middle child needed to have a play date
She did not agree, but I knew she’d love it once it began
So I invited a five-year-old; his parent brought him at eight
It was a Saturday morning, my plan was grand.
Five minutes after the mother left my, child came to me.
Take him home, I am done with him, she said. Her name is Tee.
I thought she was kidding, but she was not. His name was Drew.
I spent four hours trying to entertain him, I wish this was not true.