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The simplest thing you can give to mom Mothers' Day are a few nice words. And you don't even need them yourself. Some of the most famous poets in the world celebrated maternity in their work, writing sweet, sentimental and sometimes funny words about these very important women in our lives. We went ahead and compiled a list of our favorite parts below. Continue reading and see if one of these Mother's Day poems Make enough impact to win a place on your card.

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Funny poems on mothers

1. "Please and thank you"

You taught me to wash my face
And how to use the pot.
You made me eat all my greens
And wipe my nose when you know.
You taught me to say please and thank you,
Because politeness is the path.
So 'please' can I borrow money?
THANKS!
I'm kidding. Happy Mother's Day!

- Unknown

2. "You know me"

Mom you know the worst of me,
My weaknesses and my follies,
I know you saw me poop my pants
And cut the dollies heads.
You know all my most embarrassing moments,
You know I'm crazy
While I can do to repay your love ...
… And make sure you keep your mouth closed?

- Giffers de Holly

3. "The thought that counts"

The roses are red, the purple is blue,
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
Sorry, you didn't give birth to a poet who could rhyme!

- Unknown AE0FCC31AE342FD3A1346EBB1F342FCB

Mother's Day poems

4. "Mother of mine"

If I was hanged on the highest hill,
Mother of mine, O mother o 'mine!
I know whose love would still follow me,
Mother of mine, O mother o 'mine!
If I was drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother of mine, O mother o 'mine!
I know whose tears would come back to me,
Mother of mine, O mother o 'mine!
If I were damned with body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother of mine, O mother o 'mine!

- Rudyard Kipling

5. "Mother"

Your love was like the moonlight,
Transforming hard things into beauty.
Then this ironic little soul
Referring to each other
As in cracked mirrors,
Seen in your luminous mind
Their own reflection,
Transfigured as in a brilliant flow,
And you loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
Than a chandelier.
I see you in light.
Pale as a star on a gray wall,
Evanescent as the reflection of a white swan,
Sparkling in broken water.

- Lola Ridge

6. "My mother"

Who fueled me with its sweet breast,
And had chased me in his arms to rest,
And on my cheek Sweet Kisses Perst?
My mother.
When you slept to go my eye open,
Which was sung gentle Hushaby,
And I shouldn't cry?
My mother.

Who sat down and looked at my baby's head,
When I sleep on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection given?
My mother.

When pain and illness made me cry,
Who looked at my heavy eye,
And cried, for fear of dying?
My mother.

Who attract my doll to so gay clothes,
And taught me pretty to play,
And everything I had to say?
My mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And a nice story would tell,
Or kiss the place to do it well?
My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love the book and the sacred day of God,
And walk in the pleasant way of wisdom?
My mother.

- Ann Taylor

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7. "Being a great mother"

A great mother loves without reason,
During winter, summer, spring and fall
His love is unalterable, despite the season.
A grandmother knows when to speak,
And just how to listen.
She knows when to go away,
And save the battle for another day.
Even when she is angry,
She never removes it from others.
This is why only a few women,
Can indeed be called large mothers.
Only one woman can be the best mother,
And mom, it's you.

- Anonymous

8. "Sonnets are full of love, and it's my volume"

The sonnets are full of love, and it's my volume
Has a lot of sonnets: so here will be now
One more sonnet, a love sonnet, of me
To her whose heart is the calm house of my heart,
To my first love, my mother, on the knee who
I learned love that is not annoying;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And it is my load while I'm going to come.
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, mother, I woven a crown
Rhymes by which to crown your honored name:
In you, the four years to four years cannot decrease the flame
Of love, whose blessed light transcends the laws
Time and change and deadly life and death.

- Christina Rossetti

9. "I am far too alone in this world, but not alone"

I am far too alone in this world, but not alone
enough
To really devote the time.
I'm far too small in this world, but not small
enough
To be for you just an object and a thing,
Dark and intelligent.
I want my free will and I want him to accompany
the path that leads to action;
And wants during times that pray to questions,
where something is happening,
be among those who are ahead,
or be alone.

I want to reflect your image to its full perfection,
Never be blind or too old
To maintain your think of heavy vacant.
I want to take place.
Nowhere do I want to remain twisted, folded;
Because I would be dishonest, false.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe me as an image that I observed
For a long time, a close -up,
As a new word that I learned and kissed,
Like the everyday jug,
as My mother's face ,,
like a ship that transported me
through the deadliest storm.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

10. "Morning song"

Love has put you like a big gold watch.
The midwife slapped your feet and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices resonate, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a museum in Radoue, your nudity
Shadows our safety. We get angry like walls.

I am no longer your mother
That the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own
Erasure of the wind hand.

All night, your mouth
Sparkle among flat pink roses. I wake up to listen:
A distant sea moves in my ear.

A cry, and I trip from the bed, heavy of cow and floral
In my Victorian night shirt.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat. The square window

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
Clear vowels get up like balloons.

- Sylvia Plath

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11. "Wonderful mother"

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never ages;
He made him smile from the sun,
And he shaped his pure gold heart;
In his eyes, he placed brilliant shiny stars,
In his cheeks, you see cheeks;
God made a wonderful mother,
And he gave me this dear mother.

- Pat O'Reilly

12. "Tribute to the mother"

An image memory brings me;
I look over the years and I see.
Myself next to my mother's knee.
I feel his sweet hand hold back
My selfish moods, and I know it again.
The blind feeling of a child and pain.
But wiser now, a gray cultivated man,
The needs of my childhood are better known.
The love of punishment of my mother that I have.

- John Greenleaf Whittier

13. "What" mother "means"

"Mother" is such a simple word,
But for me, there is a meaning rarely heard.
For all that I am today,
My mother's love showed me the way.
I would love my mother every day,
To enrich my life in many ways.
She released me and then released me,
And that's what the word "mother" means for me.

- Karl fuchs

14. "Mothers are the gardeners"

Mothers are the gardeners
Wild flowers blown by the wind.
They tear them away with happy tears,
Happy with them for many years,
Even like the hours
Ring with sweet and sad melodies
Sighing through their Bowers.

- Nicholas Gordon

15. "M - O - T - H - E - R"

"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" only means that it ages,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for his purest golden heart,
"E" is for his eyes, with light of love that shines,
"R" means well, and it will always be,
Put them all together, they spend "mother", "
A word that means the world for me.

- Howard Johnson

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16. "To my mother"

Today is your birthday;
Sweet flowers that I bring:
Mother, accept, I pray
My offer.
And then you happy live,
And long we bless:
Receive as you give
Great happiness.

- Christina Rossetti

17. "I will have to wait for me to be a mother"

I fight so deeply
to understand
How can someone
pour their whole souls
blood and energy
in someone
without wanting
anything in
back

- Rupi Kaur

18. "earth"

My
mother
was
My first country,
The first place I experienced.

- Nayyirah Waheed

19. "Mother's Day"

I see her doing something simple, paying invoices,
or leaf through a magazine or a book,
And I would like to be able to say, and she could hear,

that now I start to understand his love
For all of us, its fullness.

It burns in the past, out of my reach,
A modest lamp.

- David Young

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20. "Mothers"

The last time I was at home
To see my mother we kissed each other
jokes exchanged
And the inconveniences fired
comforting the silence around
We and read separate books

I remember the first time
I saw her consciously
We live in three rooms
Apartment in Burns avenue

Mom was always sitting in the dark
I don't know how I knew but she did it

That night, I fell into the kitchen
Maybe because I have always been
A night person or maybe because I had wet
the bed
She was sitting on a chair
The room was bathed in moonlight broadcast through
These thousands of speed owners who have rented
To people with children were likely to put windows
She may have smoked but maybe not
Her hair was three -quarter her waist
Which made me a strong believer to the myth of Samson
And very black

I'm sure I just stayed there through the door
I remember thinking: what a beautiful lady

She was waiting very deliberately
Maybe my father comes home
of his night work or perhaps for a dream
who had promised to come
"Come here," she said "I'll teach you
A poem: I see the moon
The moon sees me
May God bless the moon
And God bless me "
I taught my son
who recited her for her
Just to say that we have to learn
make pleasures
As we have worn the pains

- Nikki Giovanni

21. "My miracle mother"

Mom, I look at you
And see a walking miracle.
Your unlimited flawless love,
Your ability to appease all my injuries,
The way you are in service, disinterested,
Every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
That I am yours and that you are mine.
With open arms and an open heart,
with lasting patience and inner strength,
You gave so much for me,
Sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my duvet, my encourage,
Appreciating everything, forgiving everyone.
Sometimes I took you for granted, mom,
But I don't do it now, and I will never do it again.
I know everything I am today
relates to you and your love care.
I look in wonder
While I look at you to be you -
My miracle, my mother.

- Joanna Fuchs

22. "The love of a mother"

The love of a mother is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and altruistic
And sustainable comes what May,
Because nothing can destroy it
Or take this love,

It's patient and indulgent
When all the others abandon,
And it never fails or never weaken
Even if the heart breaks,

He believes beyond believing
When the world around condemns,
And it shines with all the beauty
rarest and brightest jewels,

It is far beyond the definition,
He challenges all the explanations,
And it's still a secret
Like the mysteries of creation,

A large splendi miracle
Man cannot understand
And another wonderful proof
of the tender guided hand of God.

- Helen Steiner Rice

23. "B (if I had to have a daughter)"

If I had to have a daughter ... Instead of "Mom", she will call me "Point B." Because in this way, she knows that no matter what's going on, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she must learn the whole universe before she can say "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand."

She will learn that this life will hit you hard, in the face, wait until you get up so that it can give you a kick in your stomach. But getting the wind out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is harm here, which cannot be fixed by dressings or poetry, so the first time that she realizes that Wonder-Woman does not come, I will make sure that she knows that 'She doesn't have to wear the Cape SE. Because no matter the width of your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I tried.

And "baby", I'm going to tell him "don't keep my nose in the air like that, I know this thing, you just feel for smoke so that you can follow the path to a fire house so that you can find the Boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or, find the boy who turned on the fire first to see if you can change it. "

But I know that she will do it anyway, so instead, I will always keep an additional supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, because there is no sorrow that chocolate cannot repair . Okay, there are a few sorrows that chocolate cannot repair. But that's what the rain boots are used for, because the rain will wash everything if you leave it.

I want it to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass with the galaxies that exist on the pin of a human mind. Because that's how my mother taught me. That there will be days like this, "there will be days like that, my mom said" when you open your hands to catch and end up with only blisters and bruises. When you get out of the telephone booth and try to fly and the people you want to record are those who stand on your course. When your boots fill in rain and you will be on your knees with disappointment and these are the very days when you have more and more to say "thank you", because there is nothing more beautiful than the way in which the Ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore, regardless of the number of times it is returned.

You will put the "wind" to win a few by losing, you will put the "star" by starting again and again, and whatever the number of mines away in a minute, make sure that your mind is on The beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to the sur-cargoes, I am damn naive but I want it to know that this world is made of sugar. It can collapse so easily, but don't be afraid to take out your tongue and taste it.

"Baby," I will say "I remember that your mom is a disturbing but your dad is a warrior and you are the girl with little hands and big eyes who never stop asking more."

Remember that good things come in three and do bad things and that you always apologize when you have done something wrong, but never excuse yourself for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Your voice is small but never stops singing and when they finally give you sorrow, slide hatred and war under your door and you put hands in the corners of the street of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they should really meet your mother.

- Sarah Kay

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