Mom Poems In English

Mom Poems In English

It may not be possible to describe a mother’s love and sacrifice in every moment of life, but we can put these feelings into words to some extent through poems. In this blog post, we have presented a beautiful collection of Mom Poems In English, which are heart-touching and highlight a mother’s pure emotions.

Here you will find poems with love poems that will give you a chance to express your feelings in a better way. These poems reflect our deep-seated feelings for our mother and will make a place in every reader’s heart.

These words of Mom Poems In English present the greatness of mothers and their love stories in a new light. Reading these poems will make you remember those moments full of your mother’s love.

Mom Poems In English

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,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.

“My Mother” by Ann Taylor
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet hushaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My Mother.

“Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes
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 no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.

“Rock Me to Sleep” by Elizabeth Akers Allen
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep—
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!

“Sonnets are full of love” by Christina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love-sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home;
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.

“A Mother’s Love” by Helen Steiner Rice
A Mother’s love is something
That no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
And of sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish
And enduring come what may,
For nothing can destroy it
Or take that love away.

“Morning Song” by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.
New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

“Only One Mother” by George Cooper
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather,
But only one mother the wide world over.

“The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Son,” said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
“You’ve need of clothes to cover you,
And not a rag have I.
There’s nothing in the house
To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with,
Nor thread to take stitches.”

“The Mother” by Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.