Short Mother Father Poems
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Mother Father kids
Brainstorm vacation voyage
Car railway or plane
Entry in Brian's "Poetry of the Noun-Haiku" Contest
I know one thing reading through
Its been a long hard road hardly
Mother father thanks to you
And now I speak too long too
I am a doctor’s daughter: You go girl!
I am my mother’s (supervising psychiatric social worker) child: You’ve got this !
I am mission oriented: Fried tofu and rice.
Breakfast of champions!
You did it all wrong
where u had to do it right
you left me a big hole
in the middle of my eyes
you left me a broken soul
and a twisted mind
feeling like a walking fault
in life.
Jessica
(7/23)
Mother, father
Sister, brother
Screaming, fighting
Yelling, biting
My pain is ignored
My tears aren't implored
My life is a loss
No one is my boss
I stay in my place
Not wanting to face
The fantasy I've known
Just to be left alone
If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.
When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.
Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.
This universe
is your slaughterhouse.
I just work here.
my mother is strong
and she cries
every day is one away
from the first destruction.
my father is weak
and he dies
each year spent in search
for the end.
I am the junction
and I sigh
with the struggle to know
the power of the present.
Tell me, my unsmiling face,
Are you roaming earths lonliest place,
Without Mother, Father or friend,
Without beginning, middle or end,
Are you bereft, empty and hollow,
Soaked in grief, sadness and sorrow,
Tell me my unsmiling face,
Are you roaming earths lonliest place.
Mother Russia
Father Time
Uncle Sam's
a friend of mine
Chicken of the Sea
Polar Bear
Tropic of Cancer
don't want to live there
New York
New Jersey
Nova Scotia
what's new in this poem
~ I dunno
Pug puckered up
Gave the baby a kiss
No one noticed
Not his mother, father,
Or his nanny, a miss
Pug walked away, satisfied and happy
A dog who is sentimental and a bit sappy
Baby woke up and thought something was weird
But had no knowledge of the deed,
So no culprit was accused, convicted or cleared
Counting down days from years,
Hours from days,
Taking out minutes from hours,
Seconds from minutes:
Beyond the second,
There is infinite peace,
There is hope, not of things to come.
There is nothingness?
Mother, father, brother,
You fell beyond the second,
I wish you peace,
Not nothingness.
Everyday, the same old thing,
Whinging for this and that,
Never being thankful,
For the loved ones we have.
We want everything,
Everything everyone has,
But we're never being thankful,
For the loved ones we have
One day someone is lost,
A mother, father or friend,
And we're only ever thankful,
Once they come to an end.
MY PARENTS
Who brought my soul here
Where the world is so pleasure
Who listen me too near
When the soul feels displeasure
Who feel me so dear
How the tree gives us the air
Who make me no fear
Since the soul brought up dare
Who build me crystal clear
When mess of future near
Who never expect me fire
Where every chance of admire
Family Values
It made me feel good to see the family,
mother, father, son and daughter
sitting together on the spread blanket at the park
heads bowed around their picnic lunch, a tradition
of saying grace before the meal not often seen,
when they all look up at the same time, laugh and
point at the tweet just received on their iPhones.
All of his life he knew he was gay.
He wanted to come out, but didn't know what to say.
Finally, he approached Mom and Dad one day.
"Mother, Father," he said, "I am gay."
His parents looked at each other not at all in dismay.
"Well, DUHHHHH!!!!," is what Mom and Dad then did say.
The moral?
Come out of the closet. Don't be afraid.
Everyone knows that you're gay anyway.
Face the east my friends
And behold
The birth of a new day
Close your eyes and open your arms
Embrace the new dayOur Lord has blessed us with
So waste not the time that is given to us,for it is a gift
Show love to thy Mother,Father,Brothers and Sisters
Kindness to the stranger you may meet
Share a smile with the children
Waste not the blessing
Pass it on
Have a great day
Form:
Prelude of blessings in the cradle of nature
Bringing tears in my drained eyes’ stature
Care and love personified as dear mother
Door to the world opened by my father.
Door to the world opened by my father
Care and love personified as dear mother
Bringing tears in my drained eyes’ stature
Prelude of blessings in the cradle of nature.
Date of Entry : 12/08/2020
I sacrifice my happiness for my children
my mother, father, sisters and brothers
and sadly enough, to the one I give my soul.
I have chosen this path I live and now must endure
But I don't expect sympathy, but rather respect
For I live without regret
To know my loved ones have been spared.
by Ana Espinola Collins
Entered in Contest: any poem goes #24
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
Eagle,Dove,Sparrow,Peacock
Spider,Butterfly,mantis,Millipede
Tiger,Kapenta,Bream,Bottlefish
Girl,Boy,Mother,Father,Grandfather
Stomach,Liver,Kidney,Lungs
Pumpkin-seeds,Watermelon-seeds
Sheep-manure,Foul-manure
Rose,Amaranthus
Clouds,Lighting.
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PS;The poem about birds, insects,fishes,man,body parts
seeds,,organic manure,flowers,and firmament.
The strangest one I have ever seen,
fits well between two sections of a wall.
Yes, it is a door I speak of -
but what does it hide?
Have I ever seen the other side of it
and perhaps who is there?
It is a voice that is fair at times
but abominable at others.
Is it my mother's, my father's,
my sister's, my brother's?
Am I mad or is this a dream,
or something on the other side of my mind?
(May 2022)
Never offended
nor
rear-ended
neither punched in the face
or sat on a court case
Did not See
My ears never hear
The rope on the ceiling
is when THE DAY I'll DISAPPEAR
Mother Father
Brother Brother
the only ones
that are like no other
God don't like
Retards named Mike
for it was so
I'd be on my own
A lone song long ago
Feed the child
She my daughter
will never even know
The Loser that was her Father
Form:
Saw an infant child-tiny-head wounded,
volunteer-Doctor working on both her-
fractured arm, leg,
Mother-Father lost...
my soul-wept for her as I prayed.
Disease will run wild, frustration fear and hatred too,
burry them all you can the dead together in shallow graves,
though it cruel,
it's a greater justice for the rest.
Time is gracious, merciful-aware,
life precious,
peace-eminent,
love... hopeful... .
I’d walk across hot lava
Swim across the ocean tide
Hell, I’d move a mountain
One rock at a time
Nothing I wouldn’t do for you
Like try to move the sea
Although I have more luck
Moving the “C” in ABCs
Some things just aren’t possible
Though for you I’d try
I’d even give my last breath
Essentially for you, I would die
I would lay down today
put everything on the line
To assure you and your siblings
Live a better life than mine
Rock Me
Dearest Mother,
how should I begin?
You were/are mine,
"Claimed", forever.
You adopted me,
to see that life was not...
meant to be: cruel or hard,
evil or even maddening and manic.
It was instead,
a gift and blessing.
You made me feel of worth,
and that I had some value,
to someone...
other than the darkness.
Then you blessed me
beyond all reason,
and told me of Him,
on high...
You really do love me I know.
Miss you Mom.
America’s paint brush is the gun.
Its violent expression of blood
is only abstract
after the fact
when, body removed,
the outline of wasted youth
remains on the ground
in life’s final sprawl
that will never again
arise for a morning shower
or make a late sprint to class
or inscribe a blue book with thought
the least of which
to a mother and father somewhere
is too much to miss.