Famous Short Parents Poems

Famous Short Parents Poems. Short Parents Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Parents short poems

Before Sleep  

 I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.

Driving my Parents Home at Christmas  

As I drive my parents home through the snow 
their frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.
I call over the cliff 
only snow answers.
They talk quietly
of hauling water of eating an orange 
of a grandchild's photograph left behind last night.
When they open the door of their house they disappear.
And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears it through miles and miles of silence?
They sit so close to each other¡­as if pressed together by the snow.

Sorry  

 Dear parents,
I forgive you my life,
Begotten in a drab town,
The intention was good;
Passing the street now,
I see still the remains of sunlight.

It was not the bone buckled;
You gave me enough food
To renew myself.
It was the mind's weight
Kept me bent, as I grew tall.

It was not your fault.
What should have gone on,
Arrow aimed from a tried bow
At a tried target, has turned back,
Wounding itself
With questions you had not asked.

The Parent  

 Children aren't happy with nothing to ignore,
And that's what parents were created for.

The Little Park Planted  

 The little park planted in memory of a boy
who fell in the war begins 
to resemble him
as he was twenty eight years ago.
Year by year they look more alike.
His old parents come almost daily
to sit on a bench
and look at him.

And every night the memory in the garden
hums like a little motor.
During the day you can't hear it.

The Fall  

 There was a man who found two leaves and came 
indoors holding them out saying to his parents 
that he was a tree.

 To which they said then go into the yard and do 
not grow in the living room as your roots may 
ruin the carpet.

 He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he 
dropped his leaves.

 But his parents said look it is fall.

Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers  

 THE Lady Mary Villiers lies 
Under this stone; with weeping eyes 
The parents that first gave her birth, 
And their sad friends, laid her in earth. 
If any of them, Reader, were 
Known unto thee, shed a tear; 
Or if thyself possess a gem 
As dear to thee, as this to them, 
Though a stranger to this place, 
Bewail in theirs thine own hard case: 
 For thou perhaps at thy return 
 May'st find thy Darling in an urn.

April 26  

 When my father
Said mein Fehler
I thought it meant
"I'm a failure"
which was my error
which is what
mein Fehler means
in German which
is what my parents
spoke at home

Morning  

Dear Lord, another day has come,And through the hours of night,In a good bed and quiet homeI’ve slept till morning light.[Pg 019]Then let me give Thee thanks and praise,For Thou art very good;Oh, teach my little heart to raiseThe prayer that children should.Keep me this day from faults and sin,And make me good and mild;Thy Holy Spirit place within,Grant grace unto a child.Help me obey my parents dear,For they are very kind;And when the hour of rest draws near,Another prayer I’ll find.

529. Song—How cruel are the parents  

 HOW cruel are the parents
 Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
 Poor Woman sacrifice!
Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter
 Has but a choice of strife;
To shun a tyrant Father’s hate—
 Become a wretched Wife.


The ravening hawk pursuing,
 The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun impelling ruin,
 Awhile her pinions tries;
Till, of escape despairing,
 No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless Falconer,
 And drops beneath his feet.

Hymn 157  

 Satan's devices.

Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
And threatens to destroy;
He worries whom he can't devour
With a malicious joy.

Ye sons of God, oppose his rage,
Resist, and he'll begone;
Thus did our dearest Lord engage
And vanquish him alone.

Now he appears almost divine,
Like innocence and love;
But the old serpent lurks within
When he assumes the dove.

Fly from the false deceiver's tongue,
Ye sons of Adam, fly;
Our parents found the snare too strong,
Nor should the children try.

To William Lord Mounteagle  

LX. — TO WILLIAM LORD MOUNTEAGLE.  Lo, what my country should have done (have raised    An obelisk, or column to thy name, Or, if she would but modestly have praised    Thy fact, in brass or marble writ the same) I, that am glad of thy great chance, here do !    And proud, my works shall out-last common deeds, Durst think it great, and worthy wonder too,    But thine, for which I do't, so much exceeds ! My country's parents I have many known ;    But, saver of my country, THEE alone.

I Have A Home  

I have a home in which to live,A bed to rest upon,Good food to eat, and fire to warm,And raiment to put on.[Pg 028]Kind parents, full of gentle love,Brothers and sisters, too,With many faithful, loving friends,Who teach me what to do.How many little children haveNo food, nor clothes to wear,No house, nor home, nor parents kind,To guide them by their care.For all Thy bounty, O my God,May I be grateful found,And ever show my love to Thee,By loving all around.