Top 100 Poems About: MOM

In this page, poems on / about “mom” are listed.
  • 1.
    Sonnet To My Mother

    Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
    Under the huge window where I often found her
    Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
    Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand, read more »

    George Barker
  • 2.
    To My Mother

    To-day's your natal day,
    Sweet flowers I bring;
    Mother, accept, I pray, read more »

    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • 3.
    Mother O' Mine

    If I were hanged on the highest hill,
    Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
    I know whose love would follow me still,
    Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! read more »

    Rudyard Kipling
  • 4.

    YOU are as gold
    as the half-ripe grain
    that merges to gold again,
    as white as the white rain read more »

    Hilda Doolittle
  • 5.
    The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth

    The Angel that presided o'er my birth
    Said, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
    'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.' read more »

    William Blake
  • 6.
    To My Mother

    Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
    The angels, whispering to one another,
    Can find, among their burning terms of love,
    None so devotional as that of "Mother," read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 7.
    Mother To Son

    Well, son, I'll tell you:
    Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
    It's had tacks in it,
    And splinters, read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 8.

    She taught me what her uncle once taught her:
    How easily the biggest coal block split
    If you got the grain and the hammer angled right. read more »

    Seamus Heaney
  • 9.
    Another Poem For Mothers

    Mother, I'm trying
    to write
    a poem to you— read more »

    Erin Belieu
  • 10.
    A Prayer For A Mother's Birthday

    Lord Jesus, Thou hast known
    A mother's love and tender care:
    And Thou wilt hear, while for my own
    Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer. read more »

    Henry Van Dyke
  • 11.

    What it must be like to be an angel
    or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.
    The last time we go to bed good,
    they are there, lying about darkness. read more »

    William Morris Meredith Jr.
  • 12.
    The End

    It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.
    When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out
    your arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, "Baby is not
    here!"-mother, I am going. read more »

    Rabindranath Tagore
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