Short Maternal Poems
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Maternal love is not to be trifled with ~
it's in all little touches and knows no bounds
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
M.O.T.H.E.R
Maternal Love
Of
Their Children,
Healing Giving Comfort In,
Every Aspect Of Them, To Help,
Resolve Their Pain.
I’ve seen the freezers
where they store the mother’s eggs
where the unborn sleep
cradled in maternal dreams
cribs of baby fantasies
The imaginary unborn
lives within my soul
It will never die
or ever get old
Yet there's a joy
that lies within
the depths of my being
The maternal/paternal instincts are the other side of the coin of the erotic/sexual instinct.If you corrupt one. one corrupts the other.
In darkness of wombs
Vines of umbilical grace
Flourish with navel blossoms
Of forever present maternal love:
Mothers are sharecroppers of God.
Baby powder soft,
warm security comfort -
worthiness restored.
Rocking, patting my back cures -
Maternal gifts give lifelong.
Of My MOTHER’S WOMB-
MOTHER
Vessel carrier
Nurturing birth child
The qualities maternal affection
MaMa
1/6/2025©
A Cinquain verse by James Edward Lee Sr.
Pain holds its insistence pressed against me.
I dream of a misty, selfless new morn ~
soft as maternal skin ~
easing me free with a true smile
to greet a
sweet day born!
Do they who feel
As much do think
Do suffer; doubly so.
Yet stronger be.
Raised of that voice
Inborn, heart-deep
Shakes the sensitive nerves
To almost break
(When not faint for whose sake)
In sympathy.
Nightingales nocturnes nurture
Everyone’s erroneous existence equipping earth’s enchantment
Harboring habitual happiness hearts
Projecting plentiful peace plus positivity
Mystifying mankind materializing maternal masses…
bountiful
maternal
magnificent
blessings
the universe
its heart
its soul
in sync
with
the chant
of its child
its dreams
of peace
harmony
abundance
and gratitude
fortunate as we
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
A poet gives birth to a poem,
Just as a mother gives birth to a child.
Lo! How innocent and mild!
Then comes day another;
The child looks after its mother
When it becomes grown;
So, does a poem take care of its poet,
When it becomes well-known.
‘neath piles of blankets
crying herself to sleep
she rocks ever so gently
in maternal arms
her loss too much to take
in shock she rocks so gently
in maternal arms
‘neath piles of blankets
crying herself to sleep
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Eggwagon hauls the future
Within her steamy womb
Caviar of destiny
Fragile and pure
Eggwagon requires
Sidewalks quite smooth
Maternal slope of peace
Genesis in transit
Rocks and bumps of hate
Zygotes in turmoil
Fissures of neglect
The shame of who you are
Gently does the westerly wind touch my face.
A loving maternal caress that does trace
The space that does thread round with each walking pace.
Reviving the flower within that I am
With grace, in an unblemished vase, called grandam.
she knew he was wrong, very wrong, yet she loved her son dear,
mother’s love is divine strong, from darkness would steer him clear!
Premier contest winner (9)
Written 25/09/21
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The crow dived in one
full swop
A chick to be picked for
lunch for her chick's
So the mother hen in
a daring response
fluttered her wings to meet
the crow in mid air
To redeem her chick's
This is maternal instincts
in foreplay
Writen 3rd March, 2025
Her voice provided cover,
my soul to turn away
Her message greatly treasured,
her protection my dismay
Her intention of the purest,
but she raised me more than sound
Into the dark I send her words,
exposed—my spirit found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
If at dawn,
in the first splash of infancy,
the cherub falls to the floor like a dead orchid, maternal
blood shall stain the symbol
of creation, a man
alone
without wisdom,
love,
or self-reflection,
is duly disunited from the root of truth,
“communication;”
the jewel
that brands us human.
My Lonely Child
I heard a mother poet say
My fertile fragile thought today
Is like my baby born too soon
Naked under electric moon
Word maternal it’s under glass
So my poem has had to pass.
And I must stand by a window
And I must look calmly somehow
As others touch my lonely child.
If I snatch
The sacred silence
Between the crystal drops
And the lotus
And fix with your
Soul-sanctifying lips-silence
Can't I unpeel
Peace from both
Perpetually
Like
Pearl-filled
Oyster-silence
Millions of meaning-filled
Maternal silence
Till
Lips and lotus
Linger longingly…!
The world needs to learn
the culture of peace love
as every mother practices daily
of each and every child
the mother with nobility and kindness
dedicated teacher she is always
is maternal protection
defense wall of life
in an invincible way to act tenderly
mother is love personified!
My Lonely Child
I heard a mother poet say
My fertile fragile thought today
Is like my baby born too soon
Naked under electric moon
Word maternal its under glass
So my poem has had to pass.
And I must stand by a window
And I must look calmly somehow
As others touch my lonely child.
Spring Awakes
Robin
Maternal builders
Patiently gather debris
Fragile wombs of blue
Cherry Tree
Blushing pink petals
Tossed in my path with shy love
Nature's flower girl
Budding Beauty
Nourished by warm sun
Buds awaiting deep within
Icy tree limbs melt