Grandma Poems

Grandma poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of grandma poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on grandma are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Our Superstar…. Grandma!

Our Superstar.... Grandma! short poem

Grandma… What was it like to be called “Grandma” at a young age of 47? Was it joy, happiness, excitement, love or fun? You had it all and you showed us all… From your first to the last two, you

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Into Your Kingdom Of Love

Into Your Kingdom Of Love ode

Which time is better? Which season is better? Which companion is better? Which age is better? Were some of my thoughts as…… I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders cautiously walking in my garden so that innocence is not

Poems containing references to : Grandma

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

This is not a season of the expected

This is not a season of the expected prose poem

Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

For Nepal – I Am Moved

For Nepal   I Am Moved elegy

The asphalt glints silver As the pitter- patter of my feet Mingle with the sounds of laughter, Anticipation and wonder Seem to echo from the brilliance Of the mountains as they glint, Glow and rejoice in the sun. Now I

The Land And The Soul

The Land And The Soul prose poem

From my point of view, grandma was my pillar of love and strength Mother was a faithful wife, a loving homemaker, and a good hairdresser Daddy was a breadwinner, versatile entrepreneur, and plantation manager Jack, given to me when just

The Little Muffin King

The Little Muffin King short poem

Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King

…Heal My Wings Once Again

...Heal My Wings Once Again prose poem

…. Heal These Broken Wings Perhaps I was addicted to the lighter side, Smothered in darkness put whippings on my backside Somehow as an adult my heart became alive, It used to be asleep blind & only smiles I don’t

Keep Your Head Up

Keep Your Head Up long poem

This is for the kids who feel like GIVING UP, DON’T, Don’t think im telling YOU, how to live your life, I WON’T, I won’t stop until YOU know, that YOU are NOT ALONE Imagine What MOM would feel like

Ice Cream

Ice Cream ode

Sunday, the ‘Holy Day’, declared by the ‘Old Testament’ After the hard work of the universal creation, for six days, Continuously from Monday to Saturday, fulfilling everything, From a ray of light, sea, sky, earth and all living and nonliving

Garden In The Sky

Garden In The Sky long poem

At the end of every visit, as though it was the last time we would meet They gave a hug and say “Good Luck” then wave us down the street I looked back, see them both and then begin to

The Slaves

The Slaves long poem

We have to keep all these bodies, And save them from scavengers; They have been roaming around. But the war scares them greatly. So, they prefer the tired nights. However, I saw last day that A dog ran away with

The Coffee And The Kid

The Coffee And The Kid prose poem

I do not recall which brand of coffee she liked best. Nor do I remember whether she liked it with cream and sugar. But I am certain that she liked it strong and hot; so hot in fact, That she

Depression Sucks

Depression Sucks long poem

My Childhood Was Depressing, I am talking about dolphins with no water depressing, fishes with no fins depressing, candy with no flavor depressing, I mean so depressing that I grew up wondering if happiness ever existed in this place we

At The End Of The Rainbow

At The End Of The Rainbow short poem

I was a little kid, reading books, listening to my grandpa and grandma, telling stories about the rainbow. I was fond of it, I was even sharing it, Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

Pray

Pray long poem

Persistently Reaching And Yearning for a blessing and your Grace. Pursuing Relentlessly After You from my knees, clenched hands to my face. Before speaking with you O Lord my mind always raced, life situations sealed my fate, this wicked world

Epochs

Epochs prose poem

Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end

Summer holidays in Madurai

Summer holidays in Madurai prose poem

A recent visit to Madurai – a vivacious South Indian town, reawakens my pleasant childhood memories. This vibrant town teems with life and vitality; juxtaposing both tradition and the contemporary way of life. I am awakened at about three in

The Hustler

The Hustler short poem

yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was

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A Hybrid Of Man

A Hybrid Of Man short poem

Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. The ultimate otherness, of an

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

Eagle’s Enhanced Rainbow

Eagles Enhanced Rainbow prose poem

While out hiking high in the Cascade Mountain Range, with jagged mountain peaks acting as my back drop, I watch as I behold in the glory of Creation a rainbow being created after a gentle rain shower. An eagle appears

Hell Of A Show

Hell Of A Show short poem

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

English Sir

English Sir short poem

Scary monster with big specs, A bald head and long legs. Same two shirts at alternate days, A dirty nose and an unwashed face. Not introduced himself with his true name, Teaching in class which is untamed. He speaks English

We Left Too Much Behind

We Left Too Much Behind short poem

We left too much behind. A milky moon floating in our coffee Unbuttoned thoughts A mason jar filled with sunshine, And words. Words that still float mid air waiting to be spoken, incomplete, cracked, dusty Do you remember any? And

Little Less Love

Little Less Love short poem

Having to watch the person You love the most Slowly start to lose interest in you It starts a little But you can’t point it out Things have become different Everything feels slightly off You can hear it You can

The Roadside Tree

The Roadside Tree prose poem

Passing by that deserted road one autumn evening My eyes caught sight of a forlorn tree All dried up without a single green leaf It looked pathetic and a picture of grief Lost , as if in the memories of

Let’s Tie The Knot

Lets Tie The Knot short poem

It’s chilly and cold but Elaine I know You drizzle in the rain but never show Shrouds a tear shed by the raindrops Which fall from the cloud crying loud Howls the wind but Elaine I know Roars your heart

Veiled Inferno

Veiled Inferno short poem

Take it to the doors of heart: features are same, of whores and nuns. Small steps, big hands move towards the blood-gates of ropes to pluck the thorns from books. Tomorrow was yet to come. Today it is bloodbath in

Like A Moth To Your Flame

Like A Moth To Your Flame short poem

I thought I must be crazy, Becoming too attached to someone I can never see. And it’s difficult to believe, You could become just as attached to me. Drawn to your fire, Like a moth to a flame. On and

Realization

Realization short poem

When I saw some kids, playing in the street, With a wish to join them, in that summer heat, Soon, a ray of realization came, That my innocence was no more the same. When I wanted to join, the youth

Service

Service long poem

cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,

Who Am I

Who Am I ballad

A sleepless night exploring an expectation My mind eye playing the reel Anxiety clicking with time My self – doubt will maybe? The inner voice begins to play The same old Sun awakes a new day This is I the

O My Friend Jerry

O My Friend Jerry ode

O my friend Jerry, You are a sweet cherry. You have perfected your life, After a great great strife. You have maintained self discipline, Marking your life neat and clean. As a poet I can understand you, For you are

Photographic Vision

Photographic Vision short poem

Its different how the sky is blue, the layman never had a clue. How beautifully the flowers bloom, and the bright setting sun calls for the day’s doom. Little children, smiles innocent, who knew what actually they meant.. Until one

Black Sheep’s Blight

Black Sheeps Blight short poem

I wonder how many poets died with voices unheard How many minds were robbed from the herd The amount of people with beautiful science in their mind Forced to neglect, to go through everyday’s struggle and grind Why must a

Why (a Love Poem)

Why (a Love Poem) short poem

When a song for you sings my mouth why the stars start twinkling at night when cold waves blow from the south why the moon hug the stars very tight When I search you in the rock caves why candle

The Confused Childhood

The Confused Childhood long poem

She was the pride of her father The brightest star of her class He showed her skills off To everyone visiting Curious she was as ever Asking questions till answers she would gather Something happened one day She changed so