by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
love, mother,
Around my mom, I always felt my guilt
My conscience seem to always take her side
Some years ago, I gave her a new quilt
I still recall the tears of joy she cried
My gift of love to warm her nights with pride
It's hand sewn patches in a ring design
It showed up at my door after she died
Inside a plain brown box tied with used twine
And though there was no note, I read her mind
She knew the message sent would be received
A gift of love, to warm, when life's unkind
She once made quilts to give to those in need
Her gift of love with message plain to see
She knew the one in need, this time... was me.
by Daniel Turner
by Robert Nehls |
Categories:
courage, faith, love,
MAMA PLEASE DON'T CRY
She smiled through the waves of pain
And held her mother's hand.
"Oh, Mama please don't cry," she said.
"And try to understand.
God wants me up in heaven now.
I hear him calling me.
There's lots of angels singing out.
It sounds so heavenly.
"Oh Mama please don't cry," she said.
"It's time for me to go.
You've given me your love and joy.
And Mom I love you so."
She wipes away her mama's tears
And looks into her eyes.
Then drifts into the Lord's sweet hands
As they say their goodbyes.
Now Mama hears her little girl;
"Oh, Mama please don't cry."
So brave and strong her little one:
The day they said goodbye.
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
baby, happy, mom, parents, sad, wedding, youth,
"A mother's love is made in heaven." Quote Written By Poet
She was a young and beautiful bride,
then her handsome husband died.
The fast car came out of nowhere,
there was nothing left but prayer.
Life was about to take her on a wild ride,
but she could not go and hide.
A precious baby girl was born,
she was told to be happy and do not mourn.
For now she is dressed in pink and is nameless,
lying in the hospital crib blameless.
Loving adopted parents would come,
and save her as she sucked her thumb.
Somethings can start out bad and end up good,
our new name is parenthood.
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, mom, mothers day,
My mother was your average country mom
She wasn't gorgeous. Some might call her "plain"
But had the patience to diffuse a bomb
Her eyes grew narrow, when I caused her pain
She never raised her voice nor slapped my face
Still taught me right from wrong and not to lie
Made sure I bowed my head when dad said grace
Encouraged me to find new things to try
And even though she worked, twas not for greed
She took great pleasure from the "simple things"
She told me, "Faith in God," was all one needs
That real love doesn't come with any strings
My mother was as gentle as a dove
My prayer this Mother's Day, she knows she's loved
by Daniel Turner
by Jeremy Martin |
Categories:
mother, me, love, me,
Though many songs are written of angels
I must add to the empire
This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life
Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure
I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars
And all light that is given is humbled in her presence
Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved
God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her
Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more
I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me
And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms
I love you mother, I love you
I will always love you
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
mother son,
Dear Mother,
Conceived in love, your passion gave me life
The very blood this heart pumps through these veins
A dream fulfilled as mother and as wife
I wonder now, if I was worth your pain
I did not walk the path you set me on
The gifts you gave to me are still like new
My body, I abused, A wasted pawn
I sang my song, performed my own soft shoe
But each thing I have done, I gave my all
Regardless of the deed, I did my best
I never asked you once to break my fall
Nor steal the grass or twigs that line your nest
At times in life, I know I've made you cry
Your passion, is my only alibi
Daniel Turner
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
mother daughter, thanks,
The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day
I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall
But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”
*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
emotions, family, feelings, love, mom,
When your fledgling heart is breaking
and tears silently start to fall...
mothers hear.
When you whisper of secret loves
suppressing muffled cries of joy...
mothers hear.
When lies are rehearsed in your mind,
and before you utter a word...
mothers hear.
When you struggle to stifle screams,
entombed in a cone of silence...
mothers hear.
When you learn to laugh at yourself
and take life less seriously...
mothers hear.
When you mumble, I love you, Mom,
and the words come straight from your heart...
mothers hear.
(Free Verse)
5/4/2015
by Regina Mcintosh |
Categories:
appreciation, beautiful, blessing, love, mom, mother, parents,
As a child, I stared at her
She was my world
And she was beautiful
Inside and out
She smiled like the stars
Shimmering and sparkling
Radiating kindness
Her spirit was like love
Blending warmth and hope
Hues of inspiration
Tangled with excitement
Her eyes were bright green
Laughing like the wind
Welcoming my heartbeat
To pound for her, breathing
In the wonder of this joy
A mother’s love in colors
Vibrant as life, enlightened
By shadows of beautiful dreams
Faith, hope, love – joy and peace
Her blend, a melody from His hand
Poured out, raining down, affection
by Jared Pickett |
Categories:
motherlove, me,
Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace
I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.
You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.
I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Sincerely,
Your eldest son......
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
12/18/05
by Briauna Brown |
Categories:
appreciation, i love you, love, mom, mother, mothers day,
Bearer of three bountiful births,
How could we show our gratitude?
—It would not compare to your worth.
Bearer of three bountiful births,
Our angel that walks on this Earth,
For our love, you always renewed,
Bearer of three bountiful births,
How could we show our gratitude?
(For my mom, Christina Marie. I love you more than words could describe.)
———————
Date: May 3, 2019
Celebrate May with a Triolet (tree-o-lay)
Sponsor: Adrea Dietrich
by Melissa Tracy |
Categories:
child, christmas,
Dear Santa I want a batmobile that can fly
I want to go way up above the sky
You probably think it's silly and are asking yourself, why?
You see I've got to get to heaven so it has to go real high
Don't get the wrong impression, I don't want to die
I wish to meet a couple grandparents,for them mom and dad do cry
They say they'd love me and wish I could have met them as they let out a sigh
If I can't have a batmobile I'll settle for a set of wings,just bring me something that can fly
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
love, mum,
When time stops,
and the world is resting a little bit
Where the veil of beauty
and love is revealed by moonlight
- I don't want to give you red roses
- or blue violets
- even the finest diamond is not enough
... a mother understands what a child does not say
04/30/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Free verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
* Original title: Gift
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
photo: 1
2nd place in the contest
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
happy, humorous, love, silly,
Brenda Gail
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I love to sing in a choir and have a song for just about everything. I love to make others happy.
I feel loved, appreciated and very blessed.
I fear not being healthy enough to make it to my son’s wedding, getting sick this winter and losing my mom.
I’d love to be able to travel again, walk around a mall, and would love to be in a poetry slam.
Living in the GTA Greater Toronto Area, Ontario.
Meier-Hans
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.13.2014
Regina Riddles Contest: Bio Poems
1st
by Jl Sadberry |
Categories:
angel, autumn, birth, universe,
August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another of their own; Celestial's child ?
* ...."Lawana Faye Workman-Sadberry, Born August 8th, 1937, 'Her Beauty,'
A Journey Unto Love's Stars, May 16th, 2013 * 'I Love You Mom,' Always.... *
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
baby, birth, child, love, mother, son,
You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.
With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.
Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.
So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is
For me to be your mom.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2002
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse
by Elaine George |
Categories:
childhood, writing,
Tiptoeing in the middle of the night
Certain that Mom and Dad are out sight
Stealing away to do what I love best
Heart pounding like a hammer in my chest
There on those linen sheets you wait for me
All spaced out, and as blank as blank can be
I close the door and hide away the key
Escaping from a life of drudgery
Once again putting my life on the line
Though Mom and Dad say it is such a crime
Neglecting my homework to be with you
Knowing to thine own self I must be true
So with pen in hand I lay myself down
And pray that this diary won’t be found
Author: Elaine George
Written: may 19, 2014
Inspired By my imagination for the contest
by Brandy Wassam |
Categories:
age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
by James Nichols |
Categories:
daughter, family, grandmother, life, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, day, day,
Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.
Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.
Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.
Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.
1/1/2013
by Whitney-Renee Johnson |
Categories:
conflict, dark, inspiration, spoken word, strength,
Don't do it.
Don't fall back into that dark hole.
Not again.
You're strong.
You're very strong.
You've come far and you are able to go further.
Don't give up.
You got this.
I promise.
Mom is watching.
She's proud of you.
Just because you made
A few bad decisions
Doesn't mean you're a bad person.
She loves you.
But you have to learn
How to love yourself.
You're not that person who's trying to take over your body.
Fight against her.
That's not you.
You're stronger than your enemy.
..
Don't do it.
Don't fall back into that dark hole.
Not again.
You ARE strong.
Now look in the mirror
And tell that reflection
That she is beautiful.
Because you are.
by Wendy Lee Klenetsky |
Categories:
appreciation, celebration, how i feel, love, memory, mom, poetry,
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER
Throughout childhood and adolescent days,
She was my staunchest supporter,
And through teen years and young adulthood
I was glad to be her daughter.
As a mother-in-law and grandma,
She’s there whenever/wherever she’s needed,
And if this was to be her lot in life,
She’s definitely succeeded.
But whatever she is to other folks;
A friend, sister or other,
She is to me, and will always be
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER!
BY
WENDY LEE KLENETSKY: PROUD DAUGHTER OF CECILE SEIGAL
by Kash Poet |
Categories:
tribute, woman,
All women are perfect
my heart knows better than you,
be it mom,wife or daughter
perfect they are,this is very true.
Just look around you and see,
there can't be imperfection in them
perfectly they are doing their roles,
to find imperfection is a shame.
It is not that they are imperfect,
it is the way we look at them
give little more respect and love,
see how they glitter like gems!
By :kash poet
Contest:The Perfect Woman
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by Black Eyed Susan |
Categories:
daughter, loss, love, mother, sad, me, me,
Please please PLEASE
Say you recognize ME -
My face, my name;
Please say you know me today.
Say you know me, so we can converse,
A normal chat, words unrehearsed.
No more who are you’s, or who am I’s,
No more confusion when I stop by
I miss you mom and you’d miss me too,
If just once, you only knew…
by Linda Walden |
Categories:
kids, heaven, i love you, mom, mother, son,
I’ve seen all my life
So many people come and go
Passing so quickly
Leaving a faded memory
Of the moment we crossed paths.
So sadly I must say is true
Rarely do I see anyone
Staying around long enough
Getting to know me.
Hardly does a person stay.
You, Bubby, My only son,
The most important man to me,
I’ve come into my life only
To stay and never ever leave
Me all by myself.
So grateful to know you,
And proud as a mom can be
You’re the greatest
Young man this world has seen.
My only son, my BUBBY.
To see you smile, hear your voice,
Always fills my
Heart and soul with love.
My only son, my hero,
Sent from up above.
by Joseph Sergi |
Categories:
bereavement, death, family, goodbye, loss, mom,
I remember your smile and that twinkle in your eye.
How I miss those talks at the table by your side.
The blessings you had were very many it’s true.
A husband by your side with four children too.
Wife, Mother, and Nanny were the names you took.
Sometimes you liked to sit and read a book.
Above all you were loved and they stood by your side.
Even on that darkest night when we all cried.
We know the love you have for someone never dies.
But sometimes when we think of you we still cry.
Because sometimes it’s hard to say Good-bye.
JSergi