12 Mom Poems

Whether it be mothers day or your moms birthday or just because, a mom poems is always a nice way to reach out to your mom and share your love. Find several poems about moms here to help you in your search.

  1. I. Believe me when beauty shall fade and depart.
    And the golden locks silver to gray,
    Thou, “Mother o’ Mine" shall still reign in my heart.
    Its queen as thou reignest today.
    Every precept for good, ev’ry aim for the right.
    Thou hast deeply instilled in my heart;
    Thou hast taught me the tempter to shun and to fight,
    And ne’er from right ways to depart.

    II. Thou hast taught me to walk in the old-fashioned way,
    That will lead me at last up above,
    For thy sons and thy daughters thou ever dost pray,
    That their hearts may be filled with God’s love.
    Ne’er on earth shalt thy life find its true, rich reward.
    But as truly as God reigns on high
    Thou shall meet Him, and hear His sweet meet welcome -
    “Well done." In the land of the “Sweet Bye and Bye."
    Pauline P. Arnold
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  2. I've got a mother with a heart that's true; Who does the things that mothers do; 
	And her for, God, I do thank you -- What a wonderful thing - a Mother!

  3. To Mother
    Some years ago a poem I read,
    And I classed it with any other,
    Just a poem, the title read -
    “What a wonderful thing – a Mother!"

    I tossed it aside like a story book,
    Never gave it another look;
    But today through my mind like a babbling brook -
    “What a wonderful thing – a Mother!"

    She raises her boy, for what today?
    For the hellish din of the battle fray;
    Her hope, her joy, she gives away,
    And she stays at home to hope and pray. -
    “What a wonderful thing – a Mother!"

    Her heart is sore, but she wears a smile;
    She’s glad to know her boy’s worth while;
    That’s he’s being a man, and in manly style,
    He’s doing his bit in the rank and file, -
    “What a wonderful thing – a Mother!"

    It’s easy enough for a man to die,
    But the brave one is she who stiffles a sigh;
    Who ears a smile that hides a cry
    As she bids her very all – good-bye, -
    “What a wonderful thing – a Mother!"

    I’ve got a mother with a heart that’s true;
    Who does the things that mothers do;
    And her for, God, I do thank you - -
    “What a wonderful thing – a Mother!"
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  4. The Best Letter
    You may write a thousand letters tot he maiden you adore,
    And declare in ever letter that you love her more and more;
    You may praise her grace and beauty in a thousand glowing lines
    And compare her eyes of azure with the brightest start that shines.
    If you had the pen of Byron you would use it every day
    In composing written worship to your sweetheart far away;
    But the letter far more welcome to an older, gentler breast
    Is the letter to your mother from the boy she loves the best.

    Youthful blood is fierce and flaming, and when writing to your love
    You will rave about your passion, swearing by the stars above;
    Vowing by the moon’s white splendor that the girlie you adore
    Is the one you’ll ever cherish as no maid was loved before.
    You will pen full many a promise on those pages white and dumb
    That you never can live up to in the married years to come.
    But as much more precious letter, bringing more and deeper bliss,
    Is the letter to your mother from the boy she cannot kiss.

    She will read it very often when the lights are soft and low,
    Sitting in the same old corner where she held you years ago;
    And regardless of its diction or its spelling or its style,
    And although its composition would provoke a critic’s smile,
    In her old and trembling fingers it becomes a work of art,
    Stained by tears of joy and sadness as she hugs I to her heart;
    Yes, the letter of all letters, look wherever you may roam,
    Is the letter to your mother from her boy away from home.
    Frank M. Vaneil
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  5. She who tried to make others happy though she had to grin and bear...

  6. A Mother
    In this world’s gay throng of fashion, oft we meet with ladies grand,
    With fame and style and oh such beauty sculptured by rare nature’s hand.
    Mingled with their cultured talents and their cunningness to please
    Lurk the charms that please so many men of all – degrees.
    Thus we learn to cherish them dearly, also father, sister, sweetheart, brother;
    But grander visions loom to memory when we hear the name of mother.

    She who toiled so long and faithful yet had pleasant smiles to wear
    She who tried to make others happy though she had to grin and bear;
    Many burdens tried her patience as they came anew each day,
    With the same sweet smile that greeted us, as we would hear her say
    Consoling words to comfort, when all others were in vain,
    While we loved to have her near us, whene’re we were in pain.

    We learn to honor these kind deeds mostly after she is gone,
    And her gray hair lies mouldering beneath some grassy lawn.
    ‘Tis then we long for one short look into that dear old face,
    And for one brief spell, just those careworn marks to trace,
    So wandering down life’s weary stream we are asking one another
    If there’s any human being that can take the place of mother.

    But, ah! She like the flowers doth bloom and fade;
    Too soon she departs to the realms of shade,
    Though after she withers and goes back to dust,
    We do not forget her but long for her thus.
    Home, home, sweet, sweet home, is lisped from one shore to the other;
    Mother, mother, dear, sweet mother, what is home without a mother.
    Harry G. Cole
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  7. Only A Day With Mother’s
    Say, Time, I’ve a bargain to make with you;
    Take one whole year of roses and rue,
    Give me a day in its place –
    A day you will find in the past somewhere.
    With sunshine and springtime and all things fair
    Centered in one sweet face.

    O Time, you have cheated me through the years,
    Stolen my laughter and left me your tears,
    While signs I must vainly smother.
    My life is sad ‘neath its load of woe,
    My days are gray and the years move slow –
    Give me one glad day with mother.

    For I know bright hours would come again,
    Joy would conquer my heart’s strong pain,
    Could a boon be mine like this,
    My youth’s illusions, now lost and dead,
    Would return with her touch on my aching head,
    And the world grow new with her kiss.

    One whole year of shadow and night –
    What a bargain is this for one day of light!
    You will never find such another.
    Take what you will of sorrow and bloom,
    Call back a voice from the silent tomb –
    Give me a day with mother.
    Ella Z. Harris
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  8. Name that means rest and tenderness our lips can frame no other - so precious that 'tis half divine - 
	the blessed name of mother

  9. The One Dear Name
    Name that tis breathed on battlefields,
    And from the dying bed;
    Name that we chisel on the stone
    Above our holiest dead;
    Name that twe lisped in infancy,
    The first we learned to call;
    Name that endures when memory
    Can naught but that recall;
    Name that means rest and tenderness
    Our lips can frame no other –
    So precious that ‘tis half divine –
    The blessed name of Mother
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  10. Hundreds of starts in the pretty sky,
    Hundreds of shells on the shore together;
    Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
    Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather.

    Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
    Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover;
    Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover;
    Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
    But only one mother the world over.
    George Cooper

  11. He moved the gates of Heaven apart, and gave to earth - a mother.

  12. A Mother
    God thought to give the sweetest thing,
    In His mighty power,
    And deeply pondering what it should be – one hour
    In fondest joy and love of heart, outweighing every other,
    He moved the gates of Heaven apart, and gave to earth – a Mother.
    G. Newell Lovejoy

  13. Birthday Mom
    Another year at being the perfect mother,
    One I love and continue to adore.
    May your days be filled with joy and happiness,
    And may you have many, many more...Read More
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Mother's Day Poem:

  1. The White Carnation
    Here’s to the white carnation,
    Sturdy and spicy and sweet,
    Wafting a breath of perfume
    On the stony way of the street;
    Bringing a freight of gladness
    Whenever the breezes blow;
    Here’s to the white carnation,
    Pure as the virgin snow.

    This is the flower for mother,
    Wear it on Mothers’ Day;
    Flower for rain and sunshine,
    Winsome, gallant and gay,
    Wear it in mother’s honor,
    Pinned to the coat’s lapel;
    Wear it in belt and courage,
    For her that you love so well.

    For mother in lowly cabin,
    Or mother in palace hall,
    Is ever the truest and dearest,
    And ever the best of all.
    In travail and pain she bore us,
    In laughter and love she nursed,
    And who that would shame the mother
    Is of all mankind accursed.

    Tired and wan to often,
    Weary and weak at times,
    But always full of the courage
    That thrills when the future chimes.
    Mother with hands toil-hardened,
    Mother in pearls and lace,
    The light of heavenly beauty
    Shines in her tender face.

    So here’s to the white carnation,
    Wear it on Mothers’ Day;
    Flower that blooms for mother,
    Winsome, gallant and gay.
    Flower of a perfect sweetness,
    Flower for hut and hall,
    Here’s to the white carnation,
    And to mother – our best of all.
    Margaret E. Sangster

  2. Dear, faithful motherhood, so great and true, We never shall forget to honor you.

  3. ‘Tis Mother’s Day we celebrate,
    ‘Tis Mother’s Day we are making great,
    ‘Tis mother’s name we emulate,
    On this bright, lovely day in May,
    Oh may our lives devoted be,
    Our memories hold her lovingly,
    Dear, patient motherhood, so good and true
    We never shall forget to honor you.

    From childhood’s time to manhood’s prime,
    Her love is felt in every chime,
    In trials deep, like mountains steep,
    Its soothing power is most sublime;
    When joys abide and success betide,
    She shares it all with wondrous pride;
    Dear, faithful motherhood, so great and true,
    We never shall forget to honor you.

The next poem is a great poem to personalize. You can replace the names, eye and hair colour to match your family and if you want to get really creative you can change even more of it. Don't forget to change all the pronouns(he, his, her, she...)

  1. Every day has been “Mother’s Day"
    Since her black-eyed first-born came to stay.
    Next came Arlie, a blue-eyed boy,
    Then rollicking Edna, brimful of joy.
    Then came Iva – child of grace,
    With her curly mop of hair and her solemn little face.
    Next came Ray – just a little wild,
    Then ‘long came white-haired “Angel Child".
    Last came Alyne – always mother’s pet,
    She’s nearly grown now and just a baby yet.
    But when it comes to mothers – Say, we got the prize,
    In our pretty little mother, with her bright brown eyes.
    Blanche Merrill


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If we are one of the lucky ones, we were raised with an amazing woman for a mother. Never miss the chance to tell her how much you love her and don't take her for granted as someday, she may not be within reach.

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