Mother short poem

Photo by Paul J Everett

With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed
And tears rolling down cheeks.
My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her.
I want to forget all the pain she had left me with.
Oh ! But they are just enduring.

All these years I’ve lived with bitterness deep inside me.
My bruises splitting me into two halves,
One half of me wants her and
The other half of me wants to slay her.
She who crippled me and took my soul from me,
Made me a shy and shuddering girl, who cannot stand for herself.

Now, when I think about her, she’s my mother.
My heart craving for her love,
And my arms for her hug.
My pale skin pining for the warmth of her kisses.
Oh ! I wish she was here beside me.
I wish she knew how much I need her.

I wish she was here to console me when my soul tore apart, when tears flowed like a river.
I wish she knew how dead I am.
I wish.
But she remains there adoring the marvel of her life,
And here I lay, shattering as the tears roll down my eyes.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

Being A Mother

Being A Mother long poem

Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God

The Fertility Of The Mother

The Fertility Of The Mother short poem

Here below the oppressive heat On ground parched and cracked In dark and pregnant sheet A thousand clouds above gathered Streaks of lightning signal the vent As thunder roars in rapture With joyous cries they mingle The first drops downwards

His Mother

His Mother short poem

Somehow I simply can’t forget The first time that i met her A little glimpses from the window pane On the special day of your first born A single call from your little one What changed everything upside down A

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mothers Day short poem

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Intelligent man says, I feel it is a special day It is not my birthday It is mother’s day When our daughter came to bring us happiness, I felt it, A special day Children truly excited to