Famous Poems About Mother

Poem The History Of One Tough Motherfucker by Charles Bukowski.
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten andterrorizeda white cross-eyed tailless catI took him in and fed him and he stayed grew to trust me until a friend drove up the drivewayand ...

Poem Young Mother by Robert William Service.
Her baby was so full of glee, And through the dayIt laughed and babbled on her knee ...

Poem The Consecrating Mother by Anne Sexton.
I stand before the seaand it rolls and rolls in its green bloodsaying, "Do not give up one godfor I have a handful."The trade winds blewin their twelve-fingered reversaland I simply stood on the beachwhile ...

Poem TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER by Barry Tebb.
This is one spring you will not see.The fifty roses of your spraySmelt soft across that February dayWhere trees, heavy as only crematoriaCan bear, sloped down the fallen banksTo where we waited in the chapel, ...

Poem O Germany, Pale Mother! by Bertolt Brecht.
Let others speak of her shame,I speak of my own.O Germany, pale mother!How soiled you areAs you sit among the peoples.You flaunt yourselfAmong the besmirched.The poorest of your sonsLies struck down.When his hunger was great.Your ...

Poem KINDERGARTEN PORTRAIT OF MY MOTHER AT MARDI GRAS by Chris Tusa.
She looks rather pathetic, really,leaning against the black air,the three mangled fingers of her left handclutching a yellow purse,her right arm raised over her headas if to shield herselffrom the silver shower of starsraining down ...

Poem My Mother by Claude Mckay.
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, for she was breathing low. ...

Poem The Virgin Mother by David Herbert Lawrence.
My little love, my darling, You were a doorway to me; You let me out of the confinesInto this strange countrie, Where people are crowded like thistles,Yet are shapely and comely to see.My little love, ...

Poem A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother by Delmore Schwartz.
At four years Nature is mountainous,Mysterious, and submarine. EvenA city child knows this, hearing the subway'sRumor underground. Between the grate,Dropping his penny, he learned out all loss,The irretrievable cent of fate,And now this newest of ...

Poem Godmother by Dorothy Parker.
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 meAnd all my kith and kinConsiderately, for me,Renouncing sin.While some gave me corals,And ...