Mom Valentines Day Poems | Examples
These Mom Valentines Day poems are examples of Valentines Day poems about Mom. These are the best examples of Valentines Day Mom poems written by international poets.
On Valentine’s Day
Back when I was a kid,
This, I recall, is
What my father did.
He brought me a heart
Filled with chocolates inside
And chocolate cigars
He’d my brothers provide.
I guess for my mom
There was candy as well,
But that wasn’t something
On which I would dwell.
A gift from my dad
Was a rare kind of treat
Which, to memory’s gaze,
Still remains very sweet.
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valentines day,
Be mine
Be mine
Be my
Valentine!
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valentines day, 2nd grade, cute love,
It’s the 14th of February
And I’m all by my lonesome self again.
Been searching on Tinder, Hinge and Bumble,
Hoping to find the love of my life, or even a special friend.
I’ve done speed dating, gone to all the local clubs and bars,
But all I get are “No thanks” or “I can only go out with guys with nice cars.”
Been hanging at Starbucks and the local bookstores too,
But it seems like the women all ignore my advances-
What’s a guy gotta do?
I’m working out at the gym five times a week
Hoping my physique will get the attention I seek.
But why when I go up to talk to the ladies,
Do they all seem to need to run to the bathroom a minute after I speak.
I’ve been writing poetry, reading books to have something interesting to say,
But can’t quite understand why the opposite sex won’t give me the time of day.
Well today is the day I’m really going to find a Valentine’s Day date,
Just gotta let my roommate (who’s my mom) know that I might be home a bit late.
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valentines day, funny, funny love, humorous,
Hey! Here is a valentine for Mrs. Kay, our music teacher, we said.
Mom rolled her eyes; her cheeks sprung red.
You mean your classroom teacher, Miss McGraff, she would reply.
We did not like her in the least, a fact that we could not hide.
But Mrs. Kay is fun, she makes Monday good, we said.
We would not miss McGraff if she were to drop over dead.
This was not a thing to say to our persnickety mother.
But when we said this, it delighted our eager-to-be-liked brother.
He laughed so hard, he fell over, and let out a stream of gas.
Mom hollered at him, because we were in Sunday mass.
The people in the pew behind us began to laugh.
But not the lady on the end – it was Miss Meanie McGraff.
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valentines day, 10th grade, 11th grade,
I remember well those eyes that sparkled every year on Valentines day
mom would adorn the dining area with red tablecloths and fresh flowers
A beloved Cupid kept vigil by the kitchen window as she shooed us away
from the melt in your mouth cupcake ganache, too soon to be devoured
Music streamed from an old radio, Barbra crooning to "The way Were"
dishes set side by side, while her Fleur De Rocaille wafted in like a blur
dad clean shirted and thankful bowed his head in prayer to St. Valentine,
Patron Saint Of Love, after all it was his day and so we drank a little wine
Years later she died but each Valentine's day dad brought home cupcakes
we'd sit around the table and recall the years she would bake up gems
it was a tradition we didn't have the heart to destroy, so we did partake
each year as if she were still here. When the rose died, I saved the stem
I recall her smile and the way she celebrated every moment of the day,
Cupid gets stored every year but he always returns, it was mom's way.
Feb 19m 2021
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valentines day,
This Valentine’s Day it is thirty degrees below zero
So flowers would die, right? Even the dog won’t go out there.
We plant marigolds, optimistically in styro-foam cups.
Breakfast is cinnamon and sugar toast for me, eggs for him.
We had bacon, but Sophie Helen, our cocker ate most of it.
My husband was in the snuggling mood. We tried.
Sophie ended up scooting us with her corpulent butt.
“Our baby!” We say oohing and ahhing about her.
She is the only one who stayed; our girls left years ago.
We watch car wrecks on the news; they are horrible.
Not sure why we are riveted. About five o’clock a child calls us.
She wants to know what we have been doing all day.
I am delighted, at first, until I realize she has the wrong mom.
“Which one was it?” My husband asks hopefully. We have three girls.
There is no way I am telling him it is a wrong number.
Why ruin Valentine’s Day?
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valentines day,
Handmade cards, white, red, and blue.
Made to exchange with our friends.
Some were for Mom and Dad, too.
Hearts were made with ruffled ends,
paper shapes all stuck with glue.
Paper doilies – a great boon –
thin disguise to a rough cut.
Snippets and scraps were all strewn.
Cards folded open and shut.
Fun hours for an afternoon.
Sweet words enclosed within hearts
not rent from stationer’s hand.
A simple poem imparts
Unwavering love’s grandstand.
Innocent, expressive arts.
Each design, solely unique.
Words hand-written from the heart.
A small child’s naïve technique.
Her love poured into each part.
Sealed with a childlike mystique.
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valentines day, child, cute love, feelings,
Simpson dad Homer
Is quite the chrome-domer:
His belly is jello;
His skin, gleaming yellow.
Simpson mom Marge
Is beauty writ large:
She sports a bright blue,
Colossal hairdo.
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(For Clerihew Couples contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.)
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funny, valentines day,
I love you.
You're great,
you cutie!
Won't you please
be my sweet
Valentine?
Tonight I'll
dream of your
big blue eyes.
Tomorrow
you'll get the
card I sent.
I got yours
today. Thanks.
I love it.
Mom says I
have to end
this long text.
Hope you call
or text me
tomorrow.
See you at
school next week.
One more thing:
Without you,
sixth grade would
be so BLAH!
posted in February 2016
entered in John Hamilton's Your Best Free Verse Love Poem on
February 4, 2017
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children, valentines day,
1 Billion Rising.
For Men Everywhere.
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
Stop!
Stop the abuse!
Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,
all women.
Listen!
Listen to the voices!
Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,
all women.
Think!
Think of how you treat,
grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,
all women.
Act!
Act now to change yourself!
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,
stops when you stop,
the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,
is perpetrated by,
grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,
men,
all men.
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,
stops when us men stop,
The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,
today, now.
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
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valentines day, baby, boyfriend, brother, child,