Short Mother Son Poems
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Russian spy Boris Badenov
Met CIA double agent Gregory Gudenov
They winked at each other
~ They had the same mother
“ Why did you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Run over that [dead] squirrel?”
“Because I’m heartless”
“What?”
”Huh?”
No greater love than a mother’s
for her children
‘til the world saw a father’s for his son
Quiet baby
wakes and wants thirst quenched.
That why his lips quiver?
04/06/2017
For Broken Wing's Form Q contest.
With gentlest care
as cool mountain air,
she heals the wounded
scars of why I am.
Mother's whisper,
soul's soothing balm.
Tears stained her good skirt.
Lapped child, he’s fair hurt.
Kissed knee with first aid.
Soft wiped the laud dirt.
She doesn't remember her son.
She lives somewhere in the distant past.
She's happy, that's what counts.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Poor child crying his eyes out;
Clutching on with vice-like grip...
Peeling her child off her legs;
Sad mom heads to work.
once an old con bob hanks
greeted tellers with thanks
please call me dom
named for my mom
then thieved his way through banks.
Mom’s words cut like a knife, honed razor sharp
Which shattered my new wife
Mom now, after years of strife
Says I married up in life!
the mothers of war
gave their golden wedding rings
and sometimes a son
date: 1/1/20
contest: Senryu on Mother
sponsor: Jenish Samodas
mothers day pilot pam bass
feeling a bit bored and crass
flew east in a wink
right into the drink
losing her sons boarding pass.
In the dark I am alone
Without my wife, without my son
I wish to die but then I cry
I cry, cry and cry
Till the tears in my eyes all run dry
Feeling warm,
Mommy’s cold,
sense of duty,
Mommy stays,
First of four clouds,
She clears the sky,
So light can shine,
On the cloud she raised.
Form:
Wow! What a great move!
He fakes them out of their shoes!
Fifty points tonight...
Yeah, my son, 'the superstar'
~ Wish he'd treat his mother right
Pure, sweet voices
in the arms of their mothers
Cheering on Al Sharpton
and Maxine Waters
A charming way to educate
innocent sons and daughters
Her only son is this remiss in
that to advice, he won't listen
But her friends say, this find bliss in
your son cries not when you French-kiss him
Teary mom waves ciao.
Through the school's louvre, he shouts,
"I want to go home!"
16/04/21
Ansar
Listen to poem:
Mother's
Day
Roses
I
gave
Who
tends
your
grave
but
I
to die I pray is not the end
son send me a sign
Written 13th August 2020
Contest Two Line Poem Ziket
Sponsor Line Gauthier
FIRST PLACE
We are all of us kings and queens
I don't mean in family genes
But: God loves us to smithereens
We're adopted to royal means
(Jesus is King, Mary the Queen)
dumped like trash
feeling like garbage
his wives had never understood him
he wished now he had treated his mother better
she would not pick up the phone for him
King arrives
Bawling
Squalling
Swift smack
On bottom
Really mad now
Everyone is smiling
Except King
This world
Is a shocker
Two seconds
Out of womb
Too often, I find, you’ve fallen behind
Brightly, you shine, at end of the line
More passion than most
Intensely you boast
Embrace your design, in a world, unkind
some called them desperadoes
their feats were written up in dime novels
bankers dreaded the day they would show up
I called them sons, they were sweet babies to me.