Top 59 Mother Poetry Quotes
#1. The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.
Moonshine Noire
#2. Your father is only your father
until one of you forgets. Like how the spine
won't remember its wings
no matter how many times our knees
kiss the pavement. Ocean,
are you listening? The most beautiful part
of your body is wherever
your mother's shadow falls.
Ocean Vuong
#3. I don't think anybody in my family meant there to be any pressure for me to write. But our parents were incredibly verbal and wrote for a living. The house was full of books, and we all grew up steeped in language. I mean, our mother recited poetry at the dinner table.
Hallie Ephron
#4. What could my mother be
to yours? What kin is my father
to yours anyway? And how
did you and I meet ever?
But in love
our hearts have mingled
like red earth and pouring rain.
Vikram Chandra
#5. So Lightning says to Mud,
"What would happen if I struck your blood?"
And Mud says, "Brother,
It would hurt,
And make me the mother
Of every living thing.
But, Fire Boy, you ain't lifting my grass skirt
Until you burn me a ring.
Sherman Alexie
#6. The poetry of mother earth is truly alive! When we open our ears ... we hear it. When we open our hearts ... we can feel it. When we open our minds ... we shall see it!
Timothy Pina
Timothy Pina
#7. Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.
Frederick Glaysher
#8. Pain
Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.
Sara Teasdale
#9. I beg your pardon," said Lord Peter, "I was quoting poetry. Very silly of me. I got the habit at my mother's knee and I can't break myself of it.
Dorothy L. Sayers
#10. One of my greatest joys is poetry. I read it almost every day, and I've even taken a stab at writing some of my own. A poem I wrote for my mother when she was dying really helped me get through that hard time.
Maria Shriver
#11. Sunset was only thirty minutes gone when some pissant vampire waylaid Deacon on his way to Theriault's. One of those younger shits who wrote poetry to Mother Darkness and thought becoming a vampire would make him sparkle.
Meljean Brook
#12. But my heart is an old house
(the kind my mother
grew up in)
hell to heat and cool
and faulty in the wiring
and though it's nice to look at
I have no business
inviting lovers in.
Clementine Von Radics
#13. Once, I compared poetry to mothers in my book called To Write as a Woman, because my mother is someone who captures me in her body and gave birth to me out of her desire but washed her hands of me after giving birth to me as a poet.
Kim Hyesoon
#14. Our Mother feedeth thus our little life, That we may in turn feed her with our death
James Thomson
#15. Every mother should be a true artist, who knows how to weave into her child's life images of grace and beauty, the true poet capable of writing on the soul of childhood the harmony of love and truth, and teaching it how to produce the grandest of all poems - the poetry of a true and noble life.
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
#16. Men have jobs, while women have Roles: Mother, Wife, Goddess, Temptress, etc. That's probably why it's so hard for women to rewrite the rules. You're not just changing a job description, but an ancient myth. You're revising the Bible, Poetry, Legend and Psychoanalytic Scripture.
Caryl Rivers
#17. I am not soft. I do not have that luxury. I am the wolf in girl's clothing; all snarls and claws. My mother once told me: be gentle, be kind. She forgot to mention that the world was full of beasts, and if I wanted to survive I would have to become one myself.
Nichole McElhaney
#19. I am a reflection of my mother's secret poetry as well as of her hidden angers
Audre Lorde
#20. My mother was a washerwoman - or a woman that cleaned houses in Texas ... in Plano, Texas - who always loved poetry and always loved stories.
Juan Felipe Herrera
#21. With red clay between my toes,
and the sun setting over my head,
the ghost of my mother blows in,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze.
Brenda Sutton Rose
#22. To be a poet, I realized, a true poet, was to become the Avatar of humanity incarnate; to accept the mantle of poet is to carry the cross of the Son of Man, to suffer the birth pangs of the Soul-Mother of Humanity.
Dan Simmons
#23. Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.
Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Anne Carson
#24. my mother gave me islam.
my father gave me the god of absence.
and here i am.
a religion made of myself.
Nayyirah Waheed
#26. may my touch
always...be tender
as i would stroke
mother's cheeks
when she cried.
Sanober Khan
#27. The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself turning to poetry in the way so many people do - to make sense of losses. And I wrote pretty bad poems about it. But it did feel that the poem was the only place that could hold this grief.
Natasha Trethewey
#28. The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.
Natasha Trethewey
#29. we have forgotten how to press our fingers
to the tilting planet's jugular and measure
her pulse. we have forgotten symbiosis,
that she is our mother.
we have forgotten that when we rape
our world we rape ourselves.
Beth Morey
#30. Bombs on my backpack lunchbox full of fivestar crackers pockets loaded with rockets im gonna spit fireworks explosive rhymes connected like judas belt here comes my ride a mother rocket fly so high reach and bursts into the night sky
Patrick Cruz
#32. When the Earth was just a child,
He searched for his mother Venus;
And for his father Mars,
But they were not home;
They were gone elsewhere,
Out there, in the great expanse;
Beyond the breathing universe.
Stephan Attia
#33. I never thought I'd be doing poetry books. I never really studied poetry. But the first one I did was after my mother died, and I realized that people sort of think and talk about her style and fashion, but in fact, what made her the person she was was really her love of reading and ideas.
Caroline Kennedy
#34. Poetry is the elder sister of history, the mother of language, the ancestress of civilization.
Orson F. Whitney
#35. a storm that walked on legs of lightning,
dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.
Ted Kooser
#36. And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?
Mark Strand
#37. Mother Earth, one of my absolute favorite places ... where the sounds, the energy, the beauty and the Life pounds into your every fiber of being, letting you Know that you are alive. I will always respect and honor this gift of creation that we call our home.
Peace Gypsy
#38. you are
as fleetingly beautiful
as a mother's tears
and a father's pranks
a brother's bachelorhood
and a best friend's bad mood
a bride's glittering jitters
and a handsome stranger's smile.
Sanober Khan
#39. I could burn this place down
As many times as I'd like in my mind,
Without any sympathy
For the girl or her mother
Who live beneath me
Matthew Little
#40. My mother wrote poetry when I was young - I have an early memory of the sound of her typewriter - and my father told me inventive bedtime stories.
Eula Biss
#41. My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I said I wanted to read poetry with her.
Guy Johnson
#42. The dance is the mother of the arts. Music and poetry exist in time; painting and architecture in space. But the dance lives at once in time and space.
Curt Sachs
#43. Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don't by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse.
Robert W. Service
#44. My sincere thanks to friends and family, especially my mother, father, brother, and Mandy, who continue to love and support me despite my obsessions.
Jonathan Ball
#45. Winning is a matter of endurance. As long as you don't quit, you will win!
E.V. Frapiere
#46. Winter noon is on the rise. Weak suns yet alive
are as virtue to suns of that other day.
For the poor town dreams
of surrender, mother
never untender,
mother gallant
and gay.
Anne Carson
#47. The ring comes whenever it will
because it's dark
where the mountains mother
and being stuck in one spot
is something to ring bells about
Fanny Howe
#48. What is Music? How do you define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is the far off peal of bells at dusk! Music comes straight from the heart and talks only to the heart: it is Love! Music is the Sister of Poetry and her Mother is sorrow!
Sergei Rachmaninoff
#49. In the final analysis it is between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway.
Mother Teresa
#50. i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother's arms.
Sanober Khan
#51. The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.
Gene Weingarten
#52. While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.
Masiela Lusha
#53. My mother carried on and supported us; her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.
Philip Levine
#54. My dad is a Jack Nicholson lookalike and a frustrated performer, my mother's into reading and poetry. I suppose the thing I owe them most is my confidence.
Michael Sheen
#55. My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous mass
of post-human organic circuitry.
Cyperpunk is my mother tongue.
My love is a man-machine interface gun.
Yann Rousselot
#56. My mother used to say that a man who can't appreciate poetry lacks a soul.
Renee Ahdieh
#57. These words are my mother's,
my father's, my brother's, my lender's, my garbage
man's - the poem runs
like oil on fire
beneath this earth where we know each other.
Witness the black smoke everywhere.
B.J. Ward
#58. For grammar it [poetry] might have, but it needs it not; being so easy in itself, and so void of those cumbersome differences of cases, genders, moods, and tenses, which, I think, was a piece of the Tower of Babylon's curse, that a man shoult be put to school to learn his mother-tongue.
Philip Sidney
#59. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, Melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, soon concieved,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.
William Shakespeare
