Mom Tanka Poems | Examples
These Mom Tanka poems are examples of Tanka poems about Mom. These are the best examples of Tanka Mom poems written by international poets.
my new foster mom
stays one step ahead of me
planting seeds of forgiveness;
unlike my step mom
who merely plowed up my heart
When I was a child
I recall picking berries:
enjoying the day
with my Mom, and two sisters:
all the family I knew.
That was the day my
Mom taught me how to whistle.
I had just turned four,
and knew nothing of my dad:
he was off fighting a war.
I've blocked out the fire:
the winter our house burnt down;
I was not yet five.
Yet, I recall a neighbor
warmed my feet in her oven.
I recall the train
that brought us from New Brunswick,
to Ontario.
I couldn't speak any English:
yet relished the adventure.
*Image of Mother Son Kiss by Pixabay.
Childhood Nostalgia
a day of raining
the unavoidable mud
the look on mom's face
it slightly clashes with dad's
indelible memories
a day of sunshine
in the park with mom and dad
balloon on a string
ice cream melts and balloon flies
dad says no to cries mom buys
a night approaches
mom will share some mother goose
dad watches the news
rhymes magically shut my eyes
dad says good night mom kisses
2022 August 06
*1st Place*
Childhood Nostalgia
~~JCB Brul: Judged 2022 August 31
team building playhouse
with my neighborhood playmates
made from coconuts
great creativity showed
while lovingly watched by dad
Aug 6, 2022 3.46pm
PS Syllable counter
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 7 7
Total # Syllables: 31
Note:
The poem was inspired by my most unforgettable and most treasured childhood memory with my playmates. I was 7 to 8 years old that time. My playmates and neighbors were Sis Gem (10 yrs old; role: mom), Bro. Edgar (9yrs. old; role: father), Blessie (6 yrs old;role: child ) and my younger bro. Jess (6yrs old; role: child). My role was one of the siblings. My dad was our watcher. This moment was so precious having him watching my safety. Sometimes, he helped us find some materials for building our playhouse. The materials were coconut leaves, coco-midribs, large and small, coconut husks, coconut shells etc.
Childhood Nostalgia
Contest Judged: 8/31/2022 2:06:00 AM
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Place 1 (up to 2nd place multi-w)
the moon takes its place,
the stars accentuate the sky,
darkness' been summoned,
nightfall has opened its door,
we take strides in the moonlight.
July 6, 2022.
cradle of the womb
a mother pats, gives a name
countenance changes
a mother’s shine - God’s glory
preparations made - a safe space
she cups newborn’s head
the smallest body a part
of her soul for years
either on her shoulder or
next to her heart - a safe place
on pillow, her head
a mother in death’s cradle
daughter feels her heart
she smooths the reflection of
the cross on her chest; mom rests
the cycle of life
a daughter must bear the grief
did mom teach her how
she kept her safe in the womb
her mother’s presence brings peace
5/6/2022
mom's homemade stuffing
turkey, gravy, potatoes
it smelled delicious
family meals meant so much
without mom, it's not the same
Written 10/24/2021
For A Thanksgiving Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L. Milton Hankins
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE LEFT TO SAY
i awaken
every time you come near
i’m shaken up
at the squeeze of your hand
ghostly beauty of your face
no words thus far
you merely make appearance
does my mind conjure?
or are you real…really there?
are you perceived after death?
there you are
in the backseat of a car…
at a performance…
with your heavenly soft hands
re”count”ed hair on your head
were you ever real?
my memories deep and wide
come back one by one
like a lei stirring waters
ebb and flow…returns to shore
your vision faded
you were lost as if in fog
I couldn’t find you
harrowing trepidation!
ashes contained in a jar
will i find your voice?
you left it on recording
“i love you,” it says
on a merry-go-round, Mom
over and over it plays
7/21/2021
Mom and Dad, holding paper hearts, come to life in this photo taken on their 60th Anniversary. On the second line of this poem love-s-miles can be read two ways. Love smiles for the time my parents were together or Love’s miles since Mom passed away.
SNAP SHOT KEEPS VIGIL
each holding their hearts
love-s-miles in 3d vision
leaning on cloud nine
hand of mock clock ticks seconds
i n f i n i t e s i m a l squeeze
2/20/2021
Bite Size Poem no14
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
death deepens with months
the passing sands by swath-sweep
the telephone sleeps
except for sibling-mourners
moaning for vocals from mom
dad shovels himself
out of his quiet mattress
aching with absence
half-alive, not dead
the one left behind
dirgelike rings of cell
mom won’t answer, but dad will
stir the stomach biles,
tighten the chest, dry the throat.
sadness listing old man’s boat
6/27/2021
My mom has surgery this afternoon, a hysterectomy, to remove cancer. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. Thank you!
He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” Mark 5:34
STORMING THE ROCK
such lonely life in the dumplings,
clingstone as a cancerous mass —
robotic fingers
like a precise hurricane
must excise, smooth out, set straight
12/15/2020
From wikipedia: Clingstone is a house built in 1905, perched atop a small, rocky island in an island group called "The Dumplings" in Narragansett Bay, near Jamestown, Rhode Island. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clingstone
beddian birthday
1960
i’m brighter now
green eyes; few silver strands
mom has cancer…sucks
10/9/2020
AND SO, IT BEGINS
And so, it begins
Crow couple getting busy
to build nest cozy,
collecting hay, leaves and twigs
even snatch hanger, being crazy.
Strong nest is set up.
Cuckoo-couple notice sharp.
Cuckoo-Mom lays egg.
Got satisfied with burp
and flies away feeling free.
And so, it begins
Little birdie breaks the shell.
Crow-couple take care.
Little cuckoo fed by crow.
grows old, sings song of cuckoo.
02/12/19
'And So It Begins' Contest by Line Gauthier.
I took the bus mom,
h o l d i n g a bright rose for you;
clutched TIGHT in my hand . . .
I b r u s h brittle leaves away,
and lay down my w i l t e d ROSE.
__________________
June 21, 2017
Poetry/Tanka/A Wilted Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 06-991-443
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Tanka
sponsor, Laura Loo, Judged 08/2017
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1047)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/08/2022
First Place
Caring hands are soft,
Embrace you can not forget
Hairs turning grayish
Wrinkles on the face are out
She loves, unconditional…