Short Mums Poems
Short Mums Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mums by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mums by length and keyword.
OK,
what if
my Mom was
right and I won’t
be happy ‘til someone
actually does lose an eye.
Is that what’s been missing?
I’m the lady with a big bum
A man offered quite a sum
Of money to play
With my bum he’d pay
Until I reached out to his mum
i see those blossoms
top with brilliant colors bulbs
aromatic scents
aromatic scents
colored red, yellows heads
oh, I love them mums
11/07/18
From the mother of all mothers
tongue tied
to a tree
naked
5/3/2019
Navel Gazing
Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
life
new forms
flower seeds
pressed inside earth
peppered with color
they blossom in full view
fragrant tender petals
bending in the wind
white butterflies
dance upon
the mums
life
August 17, 2021
Anxiously waiting trying not to clock watch
Baleful noise breaks the silence,
Calmness disappears,
Distraught, sons first school day
Excitement as flying body flings himself at her, at home time
Penned October 1 2017
Contest : Sara Kendrick ....let's do some alphabet
Based on own friends ordeal
Although you can not see them, they never hide
Mums in heaven are right by your side.
They hear your laugher
They wipe away your tears
They will hold your hands
For many many years
Do not cry that they are not with you
Smile because they are near
Whisper to them you love them
Because they will always hear.
I miss her smile and a hug.
I miss her voice and laughter.
I miss the love she gave.
i miss that plaster on my knee.
I miss the medicine she brought to me.
I miss the care she gave.
I miss her every single day.
I miss the best mum there's ever been.
I wished I had missed today.
Has my mum as passed away.
happy mothers day to those with mums , treasure her !
Mum’s The Word on Father's Day
Hey DAD I didn’t forget you
I remembered I forgot
That’s just how it goes these days
my own kids I have got
It’s the way you brought me up
I didn’t have to think
Until the day you kicked me out
told me “Swim or Sink”
My kids will never forget me
though it's just a bit of fun
I would let them off with it
but they are told by MUM
I grow colorful, pretty poppies in springtime,
And in fall, my lovely chrysanthemums shine!
In my cheerful garden, I have only these two,
And some even emerge in exotic shades of blue.
Two very beautiful flowers, of such myriad colors,
Are pleasant obsession, with no need for others!
My mums are old-fashioned dark red, to fluffy pink,
And my poppies range from white, to black as ink.
Yesterday I planted the purple mums
Which had sat forlorn on the porch for days.
A monarch butterfly is scouring porch searching for mums today.
Monarch is fifteen yards away from the goal plant.
Will he settle for a light on the marigolds or the roses?
I watch him take off, in an optimistic way.
He flits up and down from bush to flower,
Settling on the purple mums.
This determined butterfly amuses me.
More pans to wash …
More pans to wash!!!
They come umpteen times a day.
My hands are chapped,
My back is crook’d
I wish they’d go away.
But when they’re dry and shiny, sitting neatly on their shelves
My thoughts can turn to what comes next -
Some tasty treat, no longer vexed
I now ‘create; and undertake
Pie, bun, roast a glorious cake?
Foods to soothe the ravening beasts
My pans cook up some wondrous feasts.
Welcome to Home School today,
A typical mum might say,
We'll start with Maths, okay?
First, I have an empty glass,
There is 0 wine here for a blast,
Then I'll pour in half,
Before I top it up,
Now I have 1 whole wine to sup,
Home School does need wine o'clock,
For Mums, not kids, quite a shock,
Stop laughing at Mum, okay,
She flunked Maths too, along the way,
Some Mums are not teachers, okay,
Now who farted? She'll say,
End of Home School for the day!
Mellowing muted miraculous memories,
mildly mannered, meticulously minted
manly mirrored, mostly mastered
messages, massaging misleading
Manson Mongoloid measures, minus
milktoast Mozart minuet membership
monotone manuscripts, manipulating
many manakin malignant mind melds.
Might mindful micro mineral mankindedness
marvel my molecular madness mediating
medicinal meditative metronome
mattresses manipulating magnum
malevolent maelstrom monstrosities?
Mother mayI?