#mother poems on Hello Poetry

Dakota May 2021

Summer night,
The feeling’s right.
All through to daylight.

The morning’s plain.
All to noon,
When that scent comes back.

The smell of summer’s morning dew.
The smell of bacon.
The smell of Saturdays with mom.

Dad kisses goodbye,
Mom says hi.
And that sweet smell of summer’s morning dew.

All this time,
Spent with you.
And that smell of summer’s morning dew.

CC BY-NC-ND

#mom #dad #love #mother

Anthony Casamassima May 2021

Parents Before Parenthood: part 4

live hard,
care free on
the open lanes
just to get a
break
from it all.

besides,
how am i supposed to
have any fun
cooped up
like a house cat?

this place is different,
just enough light and
not too sticky but
the hops taste like
stale lollipops.

"call for a good time"
thanks, way ahead of ya.
two-dollar condoms?
what a way to make
an extra buck.

i'm back, sorry
wasn't expecting
to stay so long.
i'm parked out front,
what's your favorite
breakfast food?

Mom warned me not to
trust these dogs,
should've used
my last eight quarters.

for L.J.W.
--
the ones that teach you,
who lift you up over
their heads
in good faith,
these are their stories.

#biker #parent #work #grind #father #mother #poor #survive #job #pregnant

Thomas Mackie May 2021

Grapefruit

Bitter, sour, barely sweet,
when I was in your tummy,
you craved that acidic fruit,
and even though we've since leaned towards
different suns and
fermented,
it's still my favorite.

Your twisted seed,
what has become of me?

Growing up your love was a grapefruit.
Pulpy, complex cuts, precision with a tiny knife.
It left a sting on my lips,
but it fed me,
and it gave me vitamins and it was
juicy.
This morning as I consume these two halves I think of us.

Duplicate cells, my pink flesh and thick skin and
biting taste, all from you.
Both of us hollowed out and squeezed until we have nothing left to give, but we're still
bright yellow on the outside.

A poem for my mom

#mom #mother #grapefruit #fruit #food #parenting #transgender #queer #son

Just Another Flower May 2021

Late for mother's day

If you have a mother to celebrate mothers day with you are lucky
Wagging our tails for their affection like a baby puppy
What if that puppy was abandoned at birth
Because it didn't prove it's worth
What if that puppy grew up on its own
But it grew up alone
With no mother shown
It hasn't felt a mothers love
As pure as a white dove
It hasn't felt a mothers care
Why was it so unfair?
Is it wrong for it to compare
So much damage that needs repair
A mother and child, such a beautiful pair
If I had a mother I'd feel like a millionaire
10/5/21

If anyone is wondering why I didn't post a poem about mothers day here's why...

#mother #abandoned #alone #love #feel

Abimael May 2021

Ma' is Love

Tears dropped as Niagara does,
Such pain she left
That it will never fade
as it felt.
Cold and shiver,
hot and warm
as her soul,
is her heart
My tears falls,
but I swear,
I will be a great man.
Thanks Ma'!

There will be no other women, whom bring tears to a man, as a mother does.
Because time does teach.

#mother #love #is #eternal

Shattered Thoughts May 2021

Iced Caramel Macchiato

The first sip they say
Takes your breath away
And so it did
As I lifted the lid
Again to my smiling lips
The liquid falls and drips
But my mind is elsewhere
Thinking of a moment I share
With only you
Just us two

Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers out there!

#icedcaramelmacchiato #mother #day #memory #remember #daughter #love #mom #mama #bond

May May 2021

In love with the Lie

Lost in the maze called my life,
Lost in the haze, called your eyes,
Lost in that gaze , that beautiful gaze,
wishing everything could be alright,
You'd stroke my cheek and tell me the comforting lie,

"everything's alright"
I knew it was a lie, mama
I just taught myself to believe it

U gotta love those who taught u and loved u , aka mom and dad

#mother

Juhlhaus May 2021

This Dry Spring

This dry Spring
the parched earth drinks quickly,
every cool droplet precious
as the tears of the bereaved.

The rain furrows the dusty creek banks
like sunken, careworn cheeks.
the timid water hurries
past sandbars and gravel spits,
around balding rocks crowned
with rotting riverweed.
and in the green places that remain
to be sought and found between
the highway noise and the factories,
there the shy ones grieve with us
for all those lost to disease and violence,
miscarriage and mischance.

We round the bend;
the yearlings start and bolt
through the tangled underbrush—
an exercise in their own fragility.
The mother does not run.
she moves warily
a few paces away
and meets our gaze: measured, assessing.
She takes us in, then bows
her graceful neck to the tender shoots
that break the hardened clay,
the gesture her benediction of peace.

#spring #springtime #mother #nature #life #death #grief #loss #bereavement

Methmi Mandara May 2021

Mother

All the months you kept me in the womb of you
Memories of those will never fade in you
Months after I came to you
All the love is here for you

AMMA, You are the best!

My life, was colored with vivid rays because of you
On sleepless nights, since I was sick, stayed you
The pains of those is still in you
Holding my hand, took me to light, it's you
Escape, I can't, Want to stay with you
Remembering memories of me and you

MOTHER, you are the best!

Our goddess in the shelter is you
Kind heart gleaming bright in you
At my success, behind it's you
Act as rough but soft hearted you
Sang lullabies when cuddled by you
And the milk I ****** from you
Never I can repay, I owe you

OKAASAN, you are the best!

Entered to the world because of you
Obstacles were gone, who chased, it's you
Many facts of life I learnt from you
More long years, I'll be beside you
And I know, with me it's you

EOMMA, you are the best!

Middle in my heart, always you
Apologizing for moments being angry with you
Maximum love received from you
At your feet, I respect you

MAMA, you are the best!

Melting buttered heart in you
Amazed by qualities of you
Deepest love for kids of you
Resembling the love, she is you
End isn't written in the story of me and you

MADRE, you are the best!

AMMA is the word in Sinhala (My mother language) for mother. OKAASAN is the Japanese word for mother. EOMMA is the Korean word for mother. MAMA is the Chinese word for mother. MADRE is the Spanish word for mother.

As my mom wants me to learn lots of languages, she deserves this poem

#mother