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Mum Prose Poems

These Mum Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Mum. These are the best examples of Prose Mum poems written by international poets.


My Growing Up
Title: My growing up (episode one)

I was born to a native parents 
I guess my mum was a woman of substance
Papa is so good 
I...

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Categories: prose, africa, art, growth,



A POEM FOR MY MOTHER'S DAY

The day I heard you had died I had no idea what to feel
I was not happy, I was not sad, I was not numb
I...

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Categories: prose, 9th grade, childhood, daughter,

Premium Member Lost
The chimneys perspire 					
The ghosts					
of miners past
wait for me 
Flashing white teeth, 					
Hobnails clicking the cobbles				
 
On the other side of the dark				
the old steam...

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© Tony Kirk  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, anxiety, dream, fear, gothic,

Talk Therapy As Fulcrum To Leverage Psychological Ills
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
     albeit beastie boy 
    ...

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Categories: prose, atheist, december, desire, health,

My prayer
my prayer : Dear  Father who  sent His Son  to  save this world  , please ,  if  my...

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Categories: angel, bible, brother, cat,

ABANDONED
Abandoned

I have read and told little white lies to bring smiles to faces of old folk, abandoned! I have reared lambs and calves and piglets...

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Categories: scary,

ONLY A MOTHER
ONLY A MOTHER

Only a mother truly understands when her child says
I wish my wife is like my mother.
Only a mother carries a baby in her...

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Categories: prose, mother, mothers day, poems,



the MHS Class of '77 chapter one
Re: Thank You to unknown 
   tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, 
   or dana from the MHS Class of 77, 
...

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Categories: prose, books, change, courage, environment,

Premium Member PUDDIN DAY Christmas Begins
Puddin  Day
Christmas Begins

they come on a Saturday 
in November, the Puddin People,
brothers, sisters, nieces arrive.
family with their arms full of parcels 
sacks bulging with...

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Categories: prose, beautiful, christmas, family,

A Mother helps
Today I made the cake, 
cradling the bowl.
Arm aching, 
pulling at the fruit. 
Her recipe in front, spidery and sherry stained. 
And she was here.
I...

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Categories: prose, best friend, christmas, memory,

Scotty the skunk
Scotty the Skunk was sitting in class,
when his English teacher gave her students,
a poetry task. 
      Write a poem for...

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Categories: prose, humor,

Premium Member Living Doll

She was my living doll.
I noticed that
When she blinked 
Her rolling eyes would click
Like a camera shutter 
Capturing images
On a very long exposure
Giving the onlooker...

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© Tony Kirk  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: death, loss, love, scary,

Where have the old days gone
Where have the old days gone - I used to as a child, run out of the door, bye Mum ,then I was gone, no...

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Categories: education, emotions, environment, feelings,

There was no other kind of love in my eyes part 5
So he invited me to his mum's birthday party. Well that was unexpected really, and because this is me who hate those sitting-at-the-table kinds of...

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Categories: birthday, emotions, family, fear,

The Womb
Despite training myself to be own hero, I know it when I am helpless, when everything is keenly unbearable and I’d have to recognize and...

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© Nicola An  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, love, may, mother daughter,

Another Little Mozart
One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the...

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Categories: child, christmas, memory, mother

The un-accused guilty
A murder has been committed today. Well multiple really. Many women have been killed
 and what’s sadder is that their killer will never be punished....

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Categories: prose, abuse, betrayal, body, child

Momma
Through the monthly pains,
Despite the hassles of childbirth,
Yet,you were stoic,
You brought me to life!
In bringing me up,you worked tirelessly.
You placed your dutiful hands to acts,
To...

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Categories: prose, family, mother, mum,

The House With The Golden Windows


Morning... the child awakes, 
steps lightly 'cross the threshold of his front yard. 
Windows of the mansion o'er the glen ablaze 
with sparkling brilliance draw...

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Categories: adventure, children,

Beneath the blues
Candle was center staged
A Candlelight Romance perspired 
Flame lit up beautiful faces
Flame, ruthlessly pierced with rushing Nicotine
Lovers Love drowned in the Sea of Smoke
Passionate kiss...

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Categories: anxiety, beauty, girl, love,