Grandmother Poems

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

My Grandmother

My Grandmother ode

My grandmother is truly grand to the letter unique in every way, she made me better My grandmother brought me out of the cold delicate strong woman, she made me bold My grandmother is a masterpiece all year round in

Grandmother

Grandmother short poem

Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter

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My Innocent Dove

My Innocent Dove ode

She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.

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

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

Blessed

Blessed short poem

Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family You went through trials, hardships and burden… You married young hoping for happiness… You yearned for love and faith… You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone… Faith was what you

My Granny

My Granny long poem

My granny was a fierce woman, she was strong, Didn’t care to let you know if you were wrong, She was opinionated and she’d always let you know, Very quickly if you didn’t live right just where you’d go, She’d

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We Know

We Know short poem

The old tree, tall against the sky – It’s still there, black, gnarled and lonely. The small laughing children I knew – Are somewhere, older, changed. You and me. facing tomorrow and memory. Where are we? As old April, an

I’m Turning Fifty

Im Turning Fifty prose poem

Oh My “I’M Turning FIFTY” I remember as if I was just a little girl and did not have a care in the world. I saw myself and said gee I cant wait to grow up! I went to middle

Who Am I?

Who Am I? long poem

Who am I? Sometimes I wonder… I am a disciple…stumbling along an old, rocky path An angel?  No…just a woman… Straining just to touch the hem of His garment Longing to be closer, ever closer to Him I am a

In Memoriam

In Memoriam short poem

In memory of my Grand Mom who died over 30 years ago. Seeing you lying there In your eternal sleep; Lots of water has flown through since I was a child five year old Playing around the home Not knowing

South On I-75 With Our Daughter & Snoopy In Back

South On I 75 With Our Daughter & Snoopy In Back prose poem

Whenever you’d ask me how much farther I’d always tell you we’re closer Than the last time you asked And this seemed to satisfy you You’d say, “ We’re closer?” “That’s right,” I’d say “Then how much longer?” you’d want

All in One

All in One short poem

Little Jenny woke up and rushed to her granny. Granny sat by the window, gazing through ‘the window’ she held, Jenny gave her granny a peck and ran to her mama, Busy as ever, packing her darling’s lunch in ‘that

A Puccini dream

A Puccini dream long poem

A Steinway upright corners my grandmother’s parlor. As a boy I hid there and fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap. The notes awoke, bearing the boy across land and sea to the shore of an Italian lake where a

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

Woman

Woman prose poem

That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

Feathered Engineer

Feathered Engineer short poem

There is a chilbil tree near our grandmother’s house, Full of weaver bird’s nest in monsoon season, God has created everything for a reason. The grassy strands are woven into cosy, Intricate nests for their spouse. The male baya painstakingly

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone ode

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

The Piano

The Piano prose poem

In front of me are eighty-eight keys, Waiting in anticipation for music to be made. Gently, I place my hands on the ivory, And arpeggios and scales alike flow like a river. My grandmother sits beside me, Beaming like the

Ladies Football

Ladies Football short poem

During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she

Invisible Heartaches

Invisible Heartaches long poem

It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a

Tone Of The Change From Life’s Stage

Tone Of The Change From Lifes Stage short poem

I lay across the bench in the garden of my Life stage the curtain had opened into the Autumn learning to step back from from the work world was a shock and culture change to my spirit. My heart was

Under the Banyan Tree

Under the Banyan Tree ode

The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and

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Where Our Hearts Meet

Where Our Hearts Meet short poem

  My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt

So Far Gone

So Far Gone short poem

So far gone still so much to be done You needed me, you told me We have only begun still so lonely You loved me, the old me I used to feel homely but their jokes are no longer funny

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

The Agreement

The Agreement long poem

We didn’t do this! Believe me, please! We warned them instead. They didn’t know our tongue. We tried to stop them verily. But still they went on. The place is not good. We don’t even think of going! This is

Relationship

Relationship long poem

Unknown to each other in the Real world Man and woman fall in love in Virtual world Though They are not in touch physically they feel they are inseparable mentally Without knowing each other how the other look they get

Found you

Found you short poem

I wandered far and wide In search of the elusive You And you wandered around me Like a whiff of sneaky air I wandered within me In search of the elusive You While you played hide and seek With my

Blue Blood Moutain

Blue Blood Moutain prose poem

The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like

I Am The Flowing River

I Am The Flowing River short poem

You are the city by my side I am the flowing river I have came to you stepping down from mountains I have to mingle in a huge sea Even more huge than you At times I was tied by

Misconception

Misconception short poem

Why do you assume the other Dr’s got it wrong, Believe me when I say I have lived with this so long, I know I have some traits of the disorder that you speak, But I think you’ll find I

Can’t Stop It Flowing

Cant Stop It Flowing short poem

The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the

Just Try

Just Try prose poem

When I converse with him, He is high, up in the night sky.. It’s all about you and me, And about the silence that expresses the loudest thought that dwells in our mind. While shinning bright it does flicker at

Undecided

Undecided short poem

She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable  Her indifference for compassion was

The Confront; I Believe

The Confront; I Believe short poem

Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,

Moving On

Moving On short poem

We are here. Of that there seems little doubt. Why, or how there seems much doubt. Some say it’s due to the divine. That, to me seems like a punt. Humans have always used gods/god to explain the unexplainable. Gods

To Mom

To Mom short poem

To mom: You were there when I took my first look at the world. And you heard my very first word. It was not just your care, but you showed gentleness And made me feel like I was the best.

Enemy

Enemy short poem

Enemy out side of you is myth But Enemy within you is reality An outsider who deceives you is labelled as Enemy But the insider in you which deceives your conscience is never thought of as your enemy An enemy