Mother Strength Poems | Examples
These Mother Strength poems are examples of Strength poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Strength Mother poems written by international poets.
At nine, lost a father
Raised by a single mother
Had to switch home
Not as a prince in a throne
Nelson's story lives on
Stripped of who he was
Forced to take an English name
And carry the weight of that shame
Made to wear a suit
Told to change his voice
But deep down he knew
He never really had a choice
The boy who slept on the floor
Chased cattle under the sun
Kept something burning inside
A knowing that he’d become someone
Years passed, he found his voice
Not too loud but firm and clear
He stood for those like him
With hope and not fear
He turned struggle into power
Loss into grace
Built more than a name
He gave struggle a bone.
They say a mothers love Is everything You could say Infinite A key ingredient needed For the upbringing of her children
For a black mother Parenthood is a little different There are so many factors to consider Like racism and safety
They have to love their children extra harder Just to hide the noise of all the hatred They spend hours doing our hair just For the school system to say its 'distracting'
A constant battle between love and protection For us They cannot coexist as one It's either be soft And they become naive to the world Or be tough To teach them how to avoid racism It's a constant battle Switching from one to the other Trying to find the perfect balance
Trying to shield our innocence Whilst trying to instill resilience
Trying to make sure that they can always come home Whilst trying to make sure they come home
They may not be perfect But to me thats irrelevant Because when I see all they've been through and all that they've done They are stronger than anyone And their love for us more special Because its tough being a mother But almost impossible to be a black mother A job no one else could possibly do So to all the black moms I love you
She smoked
She smoked,
my mother did, a LOT!
I never liked it.
To me she looked like
of those “molls” in
detective magazines,
later on television,
cigarette dangling
from the corner
of her mouth
acrid smoke
curling up (she didn’t inhale)
choking the air
as she played cards
or worked
at her desk.
To be sure,
there were “issues”
between husband and wife.
Mid-Great Depression
Dad out of work
or out of town for work
alone with
kids to manage
clothe and feed
with what?
So she smoked.
Small family Jewish
grocer let bills run up.
Smoking a comfort?
Housedresses, nothing new,
shoes needed for kids.
Teeth bad, pull them.
Children need dental care.
Sharp tongue cutting
no whining
“Just get on with it”.
Hurt, not understanding
we sulked. She smoked
Smoking and smoking
taking in relatives
with lost jobs, lost homes,
sick or in need, managing somehow
depressed (never admit it)
feeling put down,
frustrated, underrated
and underappreciated
never accomplished anything
worthwhile with her
college degree.
But, in her own way,
a saint in a housedress
Smoking away the grief.
my mother is sunshine on two legs
a garden on a summer day
she's also sweet as sugar pie
my mother is our pillar of strength
she doesn't see herself that way
but the years have proven so
my mother is the ship that's kept us all afloat
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
When I find myself in times of trouble…
That’s right, Mother Mary and all the rest.
Always right there on our shoulder
And in our hearts.
It’s all good you know,
And there can really be no regrets.
You wouldn’t know what you do now
If you hadn’t known what you did then…
And so it goes
Around and ‘round.
Until all that’s left of the terrifying tiger
is a cup of ghee to take home to mother.
(4/27/25)
I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.
I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.
I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style
And chose comfort instead.
I decide to look how I feel.
I may soar, I may burrow,
I may sail smooth
Or dive deep with in
I steer my life as per my wish.
Do not give me names
nor assign roles,
do not set standards
and place me in boxes.
I am not a commodity.
You are not the creator.
We are but children of Nature
Unbound by roles,
Both wild and free.
Let us embrace isness
and create some harmony.
She bears the weight of life in her womb
In quiet fortitude and strength in silence
Love flows from her hands, boundless, true
With every breath, she nurtures, she creates
A force of nature, shaping destinies and fates
In her heart, the universe is spun,
A mother, a warrior, whose battles are never undone
Through life's storms, through trials
She stands tall with a smile.
The beacon of resilience and of light
She gives, she grows with hands that heal
A love so deep blooms, it makes the world a home.
On International Women's Day
On the days at home we watched TV and didn't play outside
On the days my hugs were not enough, with you I sat and cried.
On the days when giving up too easily or there was more I could have tried
On the days we did not read together, books were pushed and put aside.
I'm sorry it has not been the smoothest, and sometimes a bumpy ride.
But one thing you can be certain of... I'll never leave your side
For the whole entire journey, having mummy as your guide
Formed from the sinew
Of the twisted pine
That bends to the wind
On the mountainside
In the summer glare
And the winter snows
Where the temper flares
Where the temper cools –
And in strength you grew
In twists and knots
On the alpine edge
Of a thousand rocks -
Sound of limb and lung
And of sturdy foot
For your Mother Earth
Where you cling barefoot
With a grip the worth
Of your granite birth
Your twisted root
And your taproot thirst –
Honestly, I'm exhausted
I don't know how to do it all,
Giving each day my everything,
One step away from a free fall,
But still I continue on,
One foot in front of another,
Across life's tight rope,
Because I'm thier mother,
These three little blessings,
Completely sweet and innocent,
My god, they're my world,
They fill me with content,
How did I get so lucky,
I thank the stars above,
That I get to be their mom,
Giving them all my love,
So each day I push through,
Because giving up isn't a choice,
I never want to miss a day,
Of hearing thier little voice.
It was not very stately standing all alone,
A small tree full of pinnate foliage,
Had no appearance of being strong,
Looked rigid, this songbird and squirrel village.
Thought how vulnerable and helpless it looked,
All by itself out there on the lawn,
The trunk of the tree had a severe crook,
Yet, it had stood and survived numerous storms.
Once again heavy and stormy clouds rolled in,
Wind speeds soared at a massive rate,
Unbridled fury twisted each limb,
Without doubt, it would snap and death would be its fate.
The howling wind swelled with extreme deadly force,
Power only Mother Nature brings,
But defeat it refused to endorse,
For this submissive tree was strong enough to bend.
When the storm passed and the sun was shining bright,
The tree was straight though some broke in the wind,
Thought about our humanness in this light,
In hardships, the rigid snap; just the strong can bend.
My life should be like that tree,
Able to endure life’s harsh winds,
How much better it would be,
If I was strong enough to bend.
Jubilation at last
Not tribulation
After conclusion.
Joyfully
Liberated
From all limitations.
Gratitude
Father God Almighty
Guidiance
Provision and protection.
Mother God divinity
Mother of fertility
Life giver right from the womb
Restore and rejuvenate.
Christ Light
Empowerment
Grace to flourish
Favor in all dealings.
Maternal strength
Can't be measured by anything
It's mother sixth sense.
Mother said, "In the depths of your plight,"
"Face the storms, even when you’re not right,"
Though life’s breadth may stretch wide and tight,
Hold onto dreams, let them shine bright.
She spoke of a world with borscht and more,
Of paths where the warmth is hard to restore,
Face the false and the depths you deplore,
Keep your heart steady, as you explore.
In moments of struggle, her words are a guide,
Through the troubles, where doubts often bide,
Her strength in your heart, let it reside,
Her wisdom, your light, with you as your stride.
It keeps calling,
And you keep calling it.
The more you think and feel, the more
you see how perfectly you both fit.
That thing...
That beautiful thing you have to get.
So be wise and ignore distractions and all
superfluous things so you never forget.
You see it as clearly as a supermoon in a swarthy
Georgia sky.
It reflects your dreams and desires,
And further signifies why you must try.
You feel it as deeply as a beloved mother with
her adorable newborn.
You see it,
You see how your life can and will beautifully transform.
It keeps calling...
And you keep calling it.
This thing,
This beautiful thing you're destined to get.