Thursday, July 28, 2011

Mother Day Poems and Gift Ideas

Writing a Mother's Day poem is to look up some examples on the Internet. Read a lot of different poems; you will probably find one or two that you really like. You can not copy exactly, try to make them uniquely yours. Your mom will be very happy with the results and flattered that you took the time to write something special for her.

Mother funny poems are one of the best and most creative ways to make your mother happy on her special day and make her laugh. You know how sometimes nothing can be more fun than a cute short poems funny that will make you laugh. This is a gift you can give your mother on her special day, so happy.

Most people go for the traditional and usual way to give a simple gift or a card. As it has a nice gesture to do for this mother, may be boring and too cliche, because everyone else is doing exactly the same thing every single year.

If you come up with poetry, and Mother's Day gift ideas are simply too big for you, choose a poem already written. You can still customize it by copying it in his fist. Choose a poem that contains a lot of importance to you and your mother. And 'certainly very pleased.

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My Mother - Anne Taylor

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Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And fondly taught me how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
My Mother.

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Mother's Love - by Author Unknown

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There are times when only a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.

There are times when only a Mother's love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help us on life's way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.

For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.

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A Mother Casts Her Dreams into the Sea

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A mother casts her dreams into the sea;
We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy.

Because she must conclude her melody
And fall back to the sweet dark hush of One,
A mother casts her dreams into the sea,

Hoping to cross that wild infinity
And on some infant shore again to run,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy

Outside the fiery circle of memory,
The howling surf, the incessant years undone ...
A mother casts her dreams into the sea

And then dissolves into a tapestry,
Her rolling, helpless drift again begun,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy

Afloat once more upon eternity,
Once more the alien fury, never done ...
Again, again, her dreams into the sea,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy!

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To A Gift on Mother's Day

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Through my eyes I see
A sanctum,
Where there are leaves to lead the way;
There the grass needs never cutting
And stays groomed everyday.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
That no one can take away.
And through my eyes I see a place
Where all the kids can play.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
Where all the days are years;
The mommies there will never age,
Nor will they cry a tear.

I think I'll call this Mom's Land,
For beyond its flowered wall,
The beauty matches only a mother's

And that is the most beautiful of all.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

How to Write a Short Mother's Day Poem?

If you want to express your deep love and appreciation on mother's day try writing a short mother's day poem.

This is how poetry is defined:

First a composition in verse, esp. one that is characterized by a highly developed art form and use of language and rhythm to express an increased intense imaginative interpretation of the subject.

Second composition, which, though not in verse, is marked by the great beauty of language or expression: a prose poem of the Bible, a symphonic poem

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Mother ~ by Roger J. Robicheau

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A Mother’s love, is sure to find
A way to comfort, ease your mind

She knows just how, to build you up
When you’re so down, and can’t look up

You love the way, she makes you feel
Like you’re so special, her ideal

Her thought must start, with God above
To bring such caring, with such love

And as it flows, like gentle rain
It surely helps, when troubles pain

The love from mine, is oh so clear
I only wish, she was still here

Her warming glow, is missed each day
Even though, I seldom say

But she did leave, her gift behind
To help me through, when I may pine

And that’s the feel, known deep inside
Her faith and love, I still confide

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A Mother Waits by Roger J. Robicheau

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A soldier leaves, a mother waits
Do understand what love creates

Tremendous pride, a want to see
The best troop in all history

She knows she must stay very strong
For that kid who used to tagalong

To God she prays from day to day
To guide her child in every way

How special is this bond that ties
A mother and her precious prize

Look in her heart, you’ll see pure love
Look in her soul, there’s God above

The hope she holds is bigger than
The biggest ocean known to man

God blessed me with the very best
My Mother's now with Him at rest

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A Mother's Kiss ~ by Frances E. W. Harper

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My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.

You say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place--
The treasure house of thought.

Again, I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.

Again, I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.

The music of her voice is stilled,
Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I'll clasp her words
Until my latest breath.

The world has scattered round my path
Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
That gather round her name.

And friends have placed upon my brow
The laurels of renown;
But she first taught me how to wear
My manhood as a crown.

My hair is silvered o'er with age,
I'm longing to depart;
To clasp again my mother's hand,
And be a child at heart.

To roam with her the glory-land
Where saints and angels greet;
To cast our crowns with songs of love
At our Redeemer's feet.

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Mother's Love ~ by Author Unknown

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Her love is like
an island in life's ocean,
vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.

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