#mothers day poem

[jude-thedude98]

A Poem for Mama

By Mr. PoetAll

Inspired by and sparked from a poet I was listening to on @wanpoetry on YouTube. His Mother's Day Poem touched me and finally got me to get my emotion for my own Momma and get me to lessen the pressure for something I've been trying to day for 10+ years since becoming by a poet which is write my mom a Mother's Day Poem.

So here's to you Mom.

I'm keeping it unedited for the raw and pure emotion of it where I wrote it all in the YouTube chat box and couldn't post it cause it was too long lol. Love you Mom!

Thank you Mom for giving me the strength of 10 million men to smile through the tears and the years of mistreatedness Thank you Mom for repeating this time capsuoed love that every time I'm hurt I keep digging up bcuz ur love I cannot get enough. ur love no one could match even if they even have a whole box of. Thank you Mom for being the light in the sky. When daytime looks like night. Thank you Mom for teaching me how to fight. Not with my fists. Because a physical fight can never attest to the mental shizz. Thank you Mom for checking my emotions even when I'm oceans and potions away. Thank you Mom for even though I have pain every day! You still check on me to make sure I'm okay. Thank you Mom for going to Wingstop and dealing with a demon girl named Angel. Thank you Mom for even though we argue you still have never closed the door on me that takes true Love. so Thank you Mom for teaching me manners, answers, dealing with my crabby emotions like I'm a zodiac cancer. Thank you Mom for being yiu. no matter what you do and what we go through let's always build this relationship on the foundation of Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw and the many more ancestors that are buried because true love comes from deep within. So thank you Mom for planting that LOVE SEED deeply in.

[ocibuloc]

3 Amazing Love Poems in English that hit your heart!

Poetry has a unique way of capturing and expressing the depth of human emotions, from love and longing to sorrow and introspection. In today’s post, we are delighted to showcase a collection of poignant verses penned by our talented contributors Hrisheekesh Gosh and Shree. Each love poem offers a glimpse into the intricacies of the human heart, inviting readers to delve into the complexities of…

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[thoughtsfromb4]

An Ode: For My Mother

Dearest mother, I wish to write to thee On this motherly day of love and glee To tell you how much I appreciate The role that you’ve played in shaping my fate. For, without your patient, loving way, I would most certainly have gone astray. Yet with all your strength (and some of your genes) I successfully made it past my teens, Through those times and on to the point in life Filled with happiness, and a loving wife. A wife with a quiet and gentle strength That is right in line with your wavelength. I’ll add her to my ever-growing list Of the things I love that, through you, exist. Things which, like you, there is no just other (For, to me, you’re a most perfect mother). And so, on this day of celebration Of mothers all over god’s creation, I would just like to simply stop and say — I love you Mother; every single day.

-- @thoughtsfromb4

[talesoftaru]

In another world, maybe my mom gets to live more of life, maybe she travels to different countries or states without worrying about us at home. Maybe she cooks her favourite food, not mine. Maybe she still saves money, but for herself. Maybe she is a professor at a Uni or has her own school. Or maybe is whatever she wants to be. Maybe she doesn't have to wake up at midnight because I saw a lizard. Maybe she gets love instead of grief, Or maybe she finds love again, or loves being Solo. maybe she eats the last slice of cake. Maybe she gets more than she has now. Maybe in another world, I don't exist but she does. And exists as a whole. But for now mom, I exist and I love you <3 - your daughter, taru.

[geopsych]

Mother Earth Season

Earth Day is tomorrow so here is my annual post. It's long but I mean it with all my heart. Everything we are, everything we own, everything that makes up our family, our lovers, our pets, our houses, ships at sea, planes in the air, shopping centers, factories, cities, computers, and, of course, all of the diversity and glory of nature, comes from the Earth. We have Earth Day, when we talk about problems with the Earth and try to fix them, but it's time for us to celebrate the beauty, glory, and nurturing of the Earth and show our thanks for this source of everything. Let's celebrate the time between Earth Day and the day the U.S. celebrates as Mothers Day as Mother Earth Season, a time to look at, appreciate, and celebrate everything wonderful and amazing about the earth and the living things on it. Find wonderful things in nature and show them to other people. Take an older person out of the nursing home for a picnic or a drive through the woods. Tell children stories of remarkable and beautiful places, animals, plants, or events in nature that you saw before they were born. Give nature parties, play nature-related music, dance, paint pictures, write poems, share photographs about nature and, most of all, take walks. Get up early to see the sunrise light on everything and take pictures, or not, find out when and where to see the Pleiades rise and set. Look at the landscape from hills, take paths along streams and into glens. Sit in a beautiful place with someone you love or sit and remember deeply someone you loved. Take it all in and share it with others! Most of all, take time to feel happy to be alive on this beautiful earth and let yourself feel wonder. Feel the joy of being on this living planet. Tell the Earth how amazing she is and that you're glad she's given you this time here. If these were your last days, what would you want to say to this, your home and source that gave you everything you've ever known, including your self? As Mister Eckhart said, "If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough." And as Rumi is quoted, "Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“mother's day for many is hard. this post is dedicated to those who see the cards come out and feel sick. some mothers leave, some abuse, some neglect, some have passed away. whatever the case may be, it can be trying. i hope you get through the day feeling as good as possible. just another day in the year. remember you are not obligated to love someone who hurts you even if it's a parent. for those who have good mothers, i hope you have the best day with them.”

[sanddollarpoems]

My mom taught me about rejection,

with her embarrassed dismissal of my need to be seen.

She taught me shame for my edges.

My mom taught me to make myself small,

hiding the parts that grew too fast.

She taught me that modesty was fear of my female body,

and a hearty dose of insecurity.

My mom taught me how to be lonely.

She demonstrated how to die slowly in a relationship,

And never say a word.

And part of me hates her for all these things,

And part of me cries for all her dead dreams.

[secret-tester]

Mom, Mom, Mom

Mom, mom, mom

Mom's amazing love

That reaches above,

Above space.

(WAY higher than space)

Mom, mom, mom

Mom's food

Changes your mood!

She's the best chef I know!

(literally)

Mom, mom, mom

Mom's bravery,

saved me,

Something I'll never forget

(Physical and/or mentally)

Mom mom mom

Mom, we love you!

Thank you for everything!

We love you, to the moon

And back

[cosmicwriterof21stcentury]

My mother never told me stories

So most of the time,I spent my time living in my head

Creating stories of my own

And in one of them, I could always run upto her and cry when I wanted

I imagined her love and held myself through the nights

I told myself that my mother could only love me because I loved her too

But it never occurred to me if my mother really loved me

No kid ever thinks their mother doesn't love them

We open our eyes one day and make up our minds that the womb we've left isn't the same womb that threw us out

We eat the food on our plates because she makes it for us, we never really wonder if she feeds us out of duty or love

We hold her accountable of the love we deserve,like her duty ,like her job,like her oath ,like her promise

And she'll hit us and we'll curse her

But she's cursed to have birthed us,nobody asked her if she wanted children

What if she didn't?

She hated her life and she told me how I ruined it ,she kept telling me so I could remember

Memorize that I've damned her soul and body and her youth

She'll still cut fruits for me

And remember how I like my favourite dish

She'll know me inside out as a matter of fact

But she'll never understand me.

-tamanna

[avrupasya]

my contributions to the valentine's day celebrations in the otomeisekai discord server

[wordedarchive]

born of a woman of resilience and strength.

khush bakht, to my mother who birthed me and has looked after me since then every day.

[ocibuloc]

The 6 Amazing English Poems with Emotions, Love, Care

In a world where emotions flow like a river, poetry serves as a vessel to navigate the depths of the human experience. Within these English poems verses penned by the enigmatic poet Raj, we embark on a profound journey through themes of love, loss, resilience, and self-discovery. 6 English Poems by Raj represented by Unique Things by Oc These all English poems are written by Raj, hope you love…

[webweabings]

TE AMO MAMÁ

Unknown; // “Amor Eterno”, by Juan Gabriel; // “A mi madre en su cumpleaños”, by Manuel Acuña; // “Letters to Mothers” (1839), by Lydia Huntly Sigourney; // “El brindis del bohemio” by Guillermo Aguirre y Fierro; // Abraham Lincoln; // “Te amo mamá”, by Marco Antonio Solís; // “Mi madre, mi ángel guardián”, by Aracely Abundis; // “Dulzura”, by Gabriela Mistral; // Sir Edwin Arnold; // Unknown; // William Makepeace Thackeray; // Oscar Wilde; // Unknown; // Unknown

[theereina]

*not my poem but relatable

[poems-to-read]

You are a cemetery of anguish.

You are dying from the inside out, possibly already dead.

You are a graveyard of tears, pain and guilt.

(and you learned how to water the grass with alcohol)

You are a cemetery where no bodies are buried.

You are a cemetery of nothing.

You are a cemetery for other people,

They bury everything in you

And it haunts you.

I ignore them all.

Your torments,

Your regrets.

They're just ghosts to me.

I ended up becoming a ghost too.