Short My Mother Poems

Short My Mother Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about My Mother by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about My Mother by length and keyword.


Premium Member Senryu For Mom

you are my mother

soft and gentle with your love

precious in my sight









karen croft
senryu for mom
Form: Senryu


My Mother

she is to me
the key
and some
for all i have done
she is like a rose
a flower of goal
and she like no other
thats
MY MOTHER

Love My Mother So Much Horn Haiku

Love My Mother So Much Horn Haiku

still can feel her clutch
do love my  mother so much
sweet thing she is such

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Senryu For Mom Contest

my mother
blood sweat tears
foster care 


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Contest: Senryu
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Submitted by: Judy Konos
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Cofin Nails

35 years tonight without my mother,
Way longer than the time I spent with you,
Missing the fun we could have had,

db May 2014


My Mother

My mother was
         my first room
         birthplace and address...
         After there, I came to
          the world...

Welfare

My Mother didn't want me
She wanted
Free Housing
Free Food 
Free Education
Free Medical
My Mother didn't want me

But I did

Supportive Parents

My umbrella’s my mother,
My raincoat is my father
In my life’s rainy weather.

Form: Diona
Translation of Raymond Pambit’s poem.
Form: Verse

HOW MY FIRST POEM WAS BORN

My first word, “Mama”
According to my mother.
Next I said, “Papa”
Which almost rhymed, said father.
So my first poem was born
Form: Tanka

Premium Member My Mother

Born across the sea
Freedom through Ellis Island
Worked her life long
Gave her children her own dream
Worn, lined, beautiful face
Form: Tanka

Premium Member I Release a Prayer

I release a prayer
into the air
it flies on high
into the sky 
I know not why

but where it goes
only heaven
God and 
my mother 
knows

Premium Member cancer was killing her

I suddenly remembered my mother
the last time I saw her
she was kicking off her blankets
cancer was killing her
her legs were sticks

My Mother Taught Me Well

as i grew up
i remember this stuff
some good some bad
am not mad
cause am not in a shell
my lifes a ringing bell
my MOTHER
TAUGHT ME WELL

Two Survivors

My mother and aunts
All suffered from breast cancer
Mom’s right breast removed

She had the choice to abort
But she risked her life for me
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Most Beloved

You are my friend, most beloved.
Today, I share with you my love
To let you know how much I care
For you, my mother, 
My answered prayer.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Pipe Down

My Mother liked to whistle
Which made my Father bristle
Although Mum whistled well
Dad thought it unladylike for a gel
To whistle, abyssal
Form: Limerick

Presidents Holiday

Laundry billowing in the wind
Drove my mother around the bend
She'd greet with scorn
Each Monday morn 
But with ironing done, she grinned!
Form: Limerick

Mother Taught Me Well

she said stand tall
get off the wall
if you should fall
have pride
let god be your guild
don't fall in to hell
my MOTHER 
TAUGHT ME WELL

Mother Taught Me Well

she said stand tall
get off the wall
if you should fall
have pride
let god be your guild
don't fall in to hell
my MOTHER 
TAUGHT ME WELL

Her Attitude

Since the day I was born,

Is the day my mother won.

A mother who gives birth is born again,

Because she is a mother she lives in vain.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member When Things Go Wrong

I'd always blame my mother
  My father, sister, or brother
Yet when I finally looked in the mirror,
  I saw my own face; there was no other!
Form: Didactic

Quarantine Quavers

My mother-in-law is a ghost
Who lived her life on beans and toast
And since her parting
Never stops farting
Nor complaining I'm a poor host!
Form: Limerick

Janna

I’m sorry my mother yelled
And that it made you cry.
Come by again tomorrow
And I will protect you better.
I still want to be
Your big sister.
© Sun Lee  Create an image from this poem.

My Mother House

we go home
where we're not alone
we're family team
that has dreams
this is where it began
we're family of friends
it clean no mouse
MY
MOTHER HOUSE

Your My Mother

mabe not by brith
you mabe me a lert
no longer do I search
you prove to be
everything to me
in you I've decoisver
like no other
YOUR MY
MOTHER

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