Famous Mom Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Mom poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous mom poems. These examples illustrate what a famous mom poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...shul?)I could play tag all day and always be "it."Jay Spievack, who's fourteen feet tall, could want to fight me.My mom and my dad--like Ted's--could want a divorce.Miss Brearly could ask me a question about Afghanistan. (Who's Afghanistan?)Somebody maybe could make me ride a horse.My mother could maybe decide that I needed more liver.My dad could decide that I needed less TV.Miss Brearly could say that I have to write script and stop printing. (I'm better at printing.)Ch...Read more of this...
by
Viorst, Judith
...tle drunk,
and asked me to forgive him for
all he hasn't done--; but, What the ****?
Who would have wanted to stay with Mom? with bastards
not even his own kids?
I got in the truck, and started to drive
and saw a little girl--
who I picked up, hit on the head, and
screwed, and screwed, and screwed, and screwed, then
buried,
in the garden of the motel ...
--You see, ever since I was a kid I wanted
to feel things make sense: I remember
looking out the window of my room ba...Read more of this...
by
Bidart, Frank
...I think my dad is Dracula.
I know that sounds insane,
but listen for a moment and
allow me to explain.
We don’t live in a castle,
and we never sleep in caves.
But, still, there’s something weird
about the way my dad behaves.
I never see him go out
in the daytime when it’s light.
He sleeps all day till evening,
then he leaves the house at night.
He comes home in the morning
saying, “Man, I’m really dead!”
He kisses u...Read more of this...
by
Nesbitt, Kenn
..., one following
another like the banners of a lost army. I have here a very
important message that just arrived a few moments ago.
It says "Stalingrad. "
TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA
TERRORISTS
Long live our friend the revolver !
Long live our friend the machine-gun!
--Israeli terrorist chant
One April morning in the sixth grade, we became, first by
accident and then by premeditation, trout fishing in America
terrorists.
It came about this way: ...Read more of this...
by
Brautigan, Richard
...es and cake
instead of fruit.
The Queen remained the fairest in the land.
It was hard on Snow, having such a glamorous mom.
She rebelled by wearing torn shawls and baggy gowns.
Her mother would sometimes say, "Snow darling,
why don't you pull back your hair? Show those pretty eyes?"
or "Come on, I'll take you shopping."
Snow preferred
staying in her safe room, looking out of her window
at the deer leaping across the lawn. Or she'd practice
her dance moves with invisible pri...Read more of this...
by
Duhamel, Denise
...My mom says I'm her sugarplum.My mom says I'm her lamb.My mom says I'm completely perfectJust the way I am.My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.My mom just had another baby.Why?...Read more of this...
by
Viorst, Judith
...runk Company." The frame is wood—
big, heavy, cheap—covered with imitation leather,
its blue just slightly darker than Mom's eyes.
"It's beautiful. Much too expensive," she told Dad,
and kissed him. The lining is pink, quilted
acetate. Three sides have pouches with elastic tops—
stretched out now, like old underwear.
I watched Mom pack them with panties and brassieres
when I was so little she didn't blush.
The right front corner has been punctured and crushed.
(I could ha...Read more of this...
by
Webb, Charles
...the first extra
force, she swung her head, as if checking
who this was, and looked at me,
and saw me-yes, this was her mom,
her mom was doing this. Her dark,
deeply open eyes took me
in, she knew me, in the shock of the moment
she learned me. This was her mother, one of the
two whom she most loved, the two
who loved her most, near the source of love
was this....Read more of this...
by
Olds, Sharon
...hands, and Rudolph's
nose blinks like a sad ambulance
light, and in a tract house
in Houston, Texas, I'm 8,
telling my mom that stupid
kids at school say Santa's a big
fake, and she sits with me
on our purple-flowered couch,
and takes my hand, tears
in her throat, the terrible
news rising in her eyes....Read more of this...
by
Webb, Charles
...our English brother,
(But he does not understand);
We've drunk to the wide creation,
And the Cross swings low for the mom,
Last toast, and of Obligation,
A health to the Native-born!
They change their skies above them,
But not their hearts that roam!
We learned from our wistful mothers
To call old England "home";
We read of the English skylark,
Of the spring in the English lanes,
But we screamed with the painted lories
As we rode on the dusty plains!
They passed with...Read more of this...
by
Kipling, Rudyard
...ed to find a phrase
For your easy light dispraise
Of a spirit you did not know,
A nature you could not plumb
In the moment of meeting,
Not guessing a day would come
When your heart would ache to hear
Other men's tongues repeating
Those same light phrases that jest and jeer
At a friend now grown so dear— so dear.
Strange to remember long ago
When a friend was almost a foe.
XVIII
I saw the house with its oaken stair,
And the Tudor Rose on the newel post,
The panell...Read more of this...
by
Miller, Alice Duer
...scary,
or monstrous or frightful or bad.
You can call them whatever you like, but to me
they will always be called “Mom and Dad.”
--Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © Kenn Nesbitt 1999. All Rights Reserved....Read more of this...
by
Nesbitt, Kenn
...ay, if only he
had eaten much less celery,
avoided cabbage, ate no kale,
why, then, we’d have a different tale.
So, mom and dad, I’m here to say
please take these vegetables away
or my fate could be just as grim.
Yes, I could end up green like him.
So, mom and dad, before we dine,
please give a thought to Frankenstein.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © Kenn Nesbitt 2012. All Rights Reserved....Read more of this...
by
Nesbitt, Kenn
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