Motherhood Poems

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual

In the bosom of a heart A mother bore a little one With all pangs of pain In motherhood and labor. In the chambers of her heart She kept him safe Suckled the little one With all her love. An

I will miss you till my last breath dear Amma I breath in each breath in remembrance of you dear Amma Growing up as a child in the family of five I worshiped you mother taking on life without any

This river breaks on rocks unmoving. Soft music unceasing on violin strings. My heart plays silent tunes in darkness. A picture melts into nothingness. ……………………………… Gather them, If you can, those broken pieces before the waves swallow. The sea is

A mother is a person, who is there for you the most, She gives you food and even makes you the toast, She makes the world a better place, To you she looks to have the kindest face. She is

I forget she had her own story Before mine had even begun But when she became my Mother Our stories merged into one She had hopes and dreams of her own Down which path in life she’d been led But

As a child you are a free bird Playing hide and seek, here and there Controlling a crumbling child is truly hard So your mother cooks up threats of invisible monster Your twinkling eyes may be fearless Designed devil may

Motherhood — Is it a blessing or a hidden challenge Or both of them finely rolled Into a status unique and strange ? A privilege granted by the supreme Maker To all female beings here on the earth Deeming them

A tie of life full of affection With a common dream for eternal continuation. Building a haven filled with passion Along comes a gift with a task of attention. A pensive journey through the long duration The whole nine months

In my good times.. in my bad times.. in my tough times .. in my rough times.. Only you have been there.. been there with me!! To lift my moods.. to make us sing together with cheerfulness and glee.. To

He came along into her life, Like a sunshine after a horrible night. The bliss that followed him, Buried the pain and let it dim. She held him close to her bosom, for the happiness that formed a chasm He

Walking downhill, I couldn’t control my speed. Suddenly I limped and there was blackout. I tried to open my eyes but failed. With difficulty I lifted my hand and felt my eyes wrapped. I could feel the jerks of a

You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be

My prayers are not prayers And my penance is not penance, Remarkable, the patience you show, Admirably greater than mine, I assure; Incomparable, thy dedication, thou Dried and dried under the hot sun, With no food nor drink, continuing endure,

Shedding the wholeness of negation you arrive: fear was sweeping the floor when smoke screen of love was hung on blue morning, you groped for a hidden coin, lost in the woods of mania. Distinguishing a chaste word, without thought,

‘The Cry of our Children’ is simply a marvelous collection of poems, full of emotions and feelings in one book by poet Ruth Andrews. Though the writer has dedicated her book to motherhood and child- mother relation, this book has

It did not stay in bed for long the ultimate. Clouds climbed down from immortality. The sick motherhood. We made love listening to winds draping our ashes. A father waited at the door. I am the sun I am the

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

One day as I was walking On a long and lonesome road, I saw an old dilapidated house Which once was someone’s abode. There as I knocked the front door It came as a big surprise, As an old man

Did wise men from the Buddhist east Worship the child Jesus as messiah? If so, may not fungible god or fungi yeast Raise dough over the same fire? Was it reincarnated lama or messiah The Magi come thus far to

Naughty Baby working me up into frenzy Naughty Baby oooh Naughty Baby Making a man out of me, taking me to the Heights of ecstasy oooh baby, baby I’m so hot and its good yeah don’t stop, Don’t stop, give

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With

The topic of discussion on Life and death appears futile When we are unaware how we came into the world Why should we be aware when we will be moving out of this world What we know is we are

Scribbling down the essence of my heart, Writing down the unsaid words so easily, Hiding it with those blank pages, Which will be filled with the same sweet agony, How I know the pre-written destiny, And still giving my all

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

If you visit me I will serve coffee and while you drink I will hang you over my window If I can see the sea roll behind your belly its foam washing up between your ears, I know you will

Dear Pain, Thank You……………….. For holding me in your soft hands when the mundane world ditched me, For caressing my untouched soul when the crooked world shot poison leaded arrows at me, For standing with me and facing the brunt

What that I am left with, impaled in jaws of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls. I gave you my voice, my

Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain whence it has arisen in noises surfing waves alighting high and low above the ravines careless and moody lushing and slushing movements of waves for only surfing Pale is

So I am 27 now, people says I am getting older now, but it’s just the same child who has just learned to grow somehow. Now I understand what my goal is, and what all are my priorities. Priorities may

With fireflies in a jar, I treaded along the path, Strewn with silver streaked flowers, Under the starlit sky. The moon hid its face , Behind the cloudy sheers, And beckoned to the trees, To sing a soothing lullaby. A

Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the

How sweet is the salt of the earth, Oh Skies! The world is a lie but I love its lies, Canals of honey may be tasty and nice, How can I pay its too high price! Water of canals that

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

I love the way you loved me. Unidentified body parts, Cold feet and warm hearts, Swapping stray hairs, no cares. Chocolate melts, hot lips, Holding hands and summer skips, Sunday in bed, rest your head. Toxic eyes and secret smiles,

A white cat crosses your path jinxed by a human again bad enough to be so strange but to be cursed several times a day is worse than incubating a squirming litter with no nest in sight to deliver them

You don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you back in time, connected more than any rhyme, you don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you any where, into hope or in

between unequals to and fro beastly joy of horror you want to press the trigger, timebomb, your laughter, and sneaky mind restless syndrome of legs you cannot stand on tiptoes to review the fall from the clouds the moon overshot

In a dark dark night About you I reminisce, Cropping more towards you I fall into abyss. Where I see you With your immense love, Holding me tight Where I be the dove. Your eyes so glittery Filled with fire,