Mother Poems
Mother
Robert Burns - 7. Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
AH, woe is me, my mother dear! A man of strife ye’ve born me:For sair contention I maun bear; They hate, revile, and scorn me..- Mother poems.
Delmore Schwartz - A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother
At four years Nature is mountainous,Mysterious, and submarine. EvenA city child knows this, hearing the subway'sRumor underground..- Mother poems.
John Berryman - Dream Song 11: His Mother Goes. The Mother Comes & Goes.
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & thenthat dragoner's mother was gone.It seem we don't.- Mother poems.
John Berryman - Dream Song 129: Thin As A Sheet His Mother Came To Him
Thin as a sheet his mother came to himduring the screaming evenings after he did it,touched F.J.'s dead hand.The parlour was dark,.- Mother poems.
John Berryman - Dream Song 34: My Mother Has Your Shotgun. One Man, Wide
My mother has your shotgun. One man, widein the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, priedto his trigger-digit, pal.He should not have.- Mother poems.
Dorothy Parker - Godmother
The day that I was christened-It's a hundred years, and more!-A hag came and listenedAt the white church door,A-hearing her that bore.- Mother poems.
Emily Dickinson - If Nature Smiles The Mother Must
If Nature smiles -- the Mother mustI'm sure, at many a whimOf Her eccentric Family --Is She so much to blame?.- Mother poems.
E E Cummings - If There Are Any Heavens My Mother Will
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)haveone. It will not be a pansy heaven nora fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley.- Mother poems.
Patrick Kavanagh - In Memory Of My Mother
I do not think of you lying in the wet clayOf a Monaghan graveyard; I seeYou walking down a lane among the poplarsOn your way to the.- Mother poems.
Chris Tusa - KINDERGARTEN PORTRAIT OF MY MOTHER AT MARDI GRAS
She looks rather pathetic, really,leaning against the black air,the three mangled fingers of her left handclutching a yellow purse,her.- Mother poems.
Stevie Smith - Mother, Among The Dustbins
Mother, among the dustbins and the manureI feel the measure of my humanity, an allureAs of the presence of God, I am sureIn the dustbins,.- Mother poems.
Walt Whitman - Mother And Babe.
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother; The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long.- Mother poems.
Eugene Field - Mother And Child
One night a tiny dewdrop fellInto the bosom of a rose,--"Dear little one, I love thee well,Be ever here thy sweet repose!"Seeing the.- Mother poems.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Mother And Poet
I.Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,And one of them shot in the west by the sea.Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at.- Mother poems.
Eugene Field - Mother And Sphinx
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)Grim is the face that looks into the nightOver the stretch of sands;A sullen rock in a sea of white--A ghostly.- Mother poems.
Henry Van Dyke - Mother Earth
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,Mother.- Mother poems.
Walter Savage Landor - Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: O, if you felt the pain I feel! But O, who ever felt as I?.- Mother poems.
Julia Ward Howe - Mother Mind
I never made a poem, dear friend--I never sat me down, and said,This cunning brain and patient handShall fashion something to be read.Men.- Mother poems.
Raymond A Foss - Mother Of Pearl
An ancient shellon their shelfa memento, a reminder of the seaof the coastglistening under the film of dustof the passing yearsa clouded.- Mother poems.
Philip Larkin - Mother, Summer, I
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are.- Mother poems.
Langston Hughes - 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,And boards torn up,And places with.- Mother poems.
Faye Diane Kilday - Mothers Are A Special Gift
Mothers are a special gift sent from God above, They bless us with their nurturing,And fill us with their love.They pick us up when.- Mother poems.
Claude Mckay - My Mother
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; But in her quiet way she made me yield Reluctantly,.- Mother poems.
Mark Strand - My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer
1When the moon appearsand a few wind-stricken barns stand outin the low-domed hillsand shine with a lightthat is veiled and dust-filledand.- Mother poems.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi - My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generosity And Bounty
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy. Behold, the Marquis of Glee has.- Mother poems.
AH, woe is me, my mother dear! A man of strife ye’ve born me:For sair contention I maun bear; They hate, revile, and scorn me..- Mother poems.
Delmore Schwartz - A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother
At four years Nature is mountainous,Mysterious, and submarine. EvenA city child knows this, hearing the subway'sRumor underground..- Mother poems.
John Berryman - Dream Song 11: His Mother Goes. The Mother Comes & Goes.
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & thenthat dragoner's mother was gone.It seem we don't.- Mother poems.
John Berryman - Dream Song 129: Thin As A Sheet His Mother Came To Him
Thin as a sheet his mother came to himduring the screaming evenings after he did it,touched F.J.'s dead hand.The parlour was dark,.- Mother poems.
John Berryman - Dream Song 34: My Mother Has Your Shotgun. One Man, Wide
My mother has your shotgun. One man, widein the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, priedto his trigger-digit, pal.He should not have.- Mother poems.
Dorothy Parker - Godmother
The day that I was christened-It's a hundred years, and more!-A hag came and listenedAt the white church door,A-hearing her that bore.- Mother poems.
Emily Dickinson - If Nature Smiles The Mother Must
If Nature smiles -- the Mother mustI'm sure, at many a whimOf Her eccentric Family --Is She so much to blame?.- Mother poems.
E E Cummings - If There Are Any Heavens My Mother Will
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)haveone. It will not be a pansy heaven nora fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley.- Mother poems.
Patrick Kavanagh - In Memory Of My Mother
I do not think of you lying in the wet clayOf a Monaghan graveyard; I seeYou walking down a lane among the poplarsOn your way to the.- Mother poems.
Chris Tusa - KINDERGARTEN PORTRAIT OF MY MOTHER AT MARDI GRAS
She looks rather pathetic, really,leaning against the black air,the three mangled fingers of her left handclutching a yellow purse,her.- Mother poems.
Stevie Smith - Mother, Among The Dustbins
Mother, among the dustbins and the manureI feel the measure of my humanity, an allureAs of the presence of God, I am sureIn the dustbins,.- Mother poems.
Walt Whitman - Mother And Babe.
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother; The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long.- Mother poems.
Eugene Field - Mother And Child
One night a tiny dewdrop fellInto the bosom of a rose,--"Dear little one, I love thee well,Be ever here thy sweet repose!"Seeing the.- Mother poems.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Mother And Poet
I.Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,And one of them shot in the west by the sea.Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at.- Mother poems.
Eugene Field - Mother And Sphinx
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)Grim is the face that looks into the nightOver the stretch of sands;A sullen rock in a sea of white--A ghostly.- Mother poems.
Henry Van Dyke - Mother Earth
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,Mother.- Mother poems.
Walter Savage Landor - Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: O, if you felt the pain I feel! But O, who ever felt as I?.- Mother poems.
Julia Ward Howe - Mother Mind
I never made a poem, dear friend--I never sat me down, and said,This cunning brain and patient handShall fashion something to be read.Men.- Mother poems.
Raymond A Foss - Mother Of Pearl
An ancient shellon their shelfa memento, a reminder of the seaof the coastglistening under the film of dustof the passing yearsa clouded.- Mother poems.
Philip Larkin - Mother, Summer, I
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are.- Mother poems.
Langston Hughes - 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,And boards torn up,And places with.- Mother poems.
Faye Diane Kilday - Mothers Are A Special Gift
Mothers are a special gift sent from God above, They bless us with their nurturing,And fill us with their love.They pick us up when.- Mother poems.
Claude Mckay - My Mother
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; But in her quiet way she made me yield Reluctantly,.- Mother poems.
Mark Strand - My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer
1When the moon appearsand a few wind-stricken barns stand outin the low-domed hillsand shine with a lightthat is veiled and dust-filledand.- Mother poems.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi - My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generosity And Bounty
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy. Behold, the Marquis of Glee has.- Mother poems.
