Mother
The mother is a radiant light that illuminates our hearts in times of darkness; she is the embodiment of safety and reassurance amid the chaos of the world. She serves as the remedy for our sorrows, a royal crown that adorns our heads, a source of good fortune, and the sun that bestows its endless warmth upon us. The mother is the heartbeat that keeps our spirits alive. I pray for my mother to be shielded from the worries and burdens that life may bring her way, for she is unique, precious, and encompasses our entire existence. Many poems have been penned about mothers, and in this article, we will highlight some of the most significant ones.
Poetic Verses Celebrating Mothers
Once, a man tempted a naive boy
With money to gain his desire,
He said, “Bring me your mother’s heart, young lad,
And I will reward you with gold and gems.”
The boy went forth and plunged a dagger into her chest,
Extracting the heart and hurriedly returning.
Yet, in his haste, he stumbled,
And the mud-stained heart rolled away.
The mother’s heart cried out, even when stained,
“My son, my beloved, have you suffered any harm?”
Despite the tenderness in that voice,
The wrath of heaven descended mercilessly.
He witnessed a tremendous crime, unseen by anyone
Since the dawn of human history.
He turned back towards the heart, cleansing it
With his eyes brimming with tears.
He exclaimed, “O heart, take revenge on me and do not forgive,
For my crime is unforgivable.”
He drew his dagger to pierce his own chest,
Rendering himself a lesson for those who would reflect.
The mother’s heart cried out, “Stop,
Do not slay my heart twice in one breath.”
Beautiful Poetry about Mothers
Even if I were to write poems from the rain,
The verses would not do justice to her heart.
Her heart is a flower from the gardens of bliss,
Blooming with my birth as it does throughout my days.
On this earth, I see no love greater than yours,
How can I admire others when you’re so divine?
How can I repay one who grants me bread,
If ever I crave affection, she is my meal?
How can I repay one who offers blood as perfume,
If I thirst for prayers, she bows before me?
Classic Poetry Reflecting on Mothers
O my mother…
I have seen you since the dawn of creation,
The sun of civilization rising,
Dispensing warmth,
Filling the icy cries of need,
Awakening its dark slumber,
Turning the night into light,
Forcing tyrants to bow,
And the people kneeling in awareness,
Witnessing in the universe its marvels;
Living harmoniously alongside the mountains,
Carving out exquisite art from its stones,
Creating masterpieces yet untouched,
Emerging like the delicate flower bud,
Enchanting the gazes of the beholders;
As she reveals herself and conceals her charm,
Holding within her essence secrets and stories,
As if her silent stones
Had understood the language of love
Between her sculptor’s fingers,
Turning her into a blend of dough and sweetness,
Shaping it, kneading it, and burying it into the days
As hidden treasures and secrets.
Those who visit her stones mistake them
For living beings,
Conversing with them about love and whispers,
Diving deep into it, she embraces it,
As if the stones were friends and confidants!
Your legacies continued their miracles,
In an era of knowledge and legends,
Defying your wisdom, the minds of men
Become bewildered, gasping from wonder,
Yelling throughout the universe
In respect and admiration
As thoughts lose themselves
In the tales of eternal love;
And so, she reminds the arrogant crowns,
Showing them that their scholarly pursuits
Are merely trivialities
And that above every knowledgeable person
Lies a greater one.
Above it all rests the Lord of creation,
Who knows what confuses the minds of people,
Whether they are righteous or wicked.
And admonishes them that the wonders of comprehension
Cannot shelter them from the Almighty,
Glorified be His Majesty,
When He is displeased, there is no refuge
And that the divine hosts
Are filled with strength throughout the universe,
As the Pharaohs falter
In their reckless pride and dominion;
For the waves in longing
Will traverse the tumultuous seas.
Most Beautiful Poetic Verses about Mothers
O my mother, my angel, my everlasting love,
Your hands remain my cradle, and I am still your child.
O mother, how I wish
For the comfort of your prayers,
For those prayers provided me solace.
Now, I stand as a grown man,
Respected and recognized.
I am acquainted with the mighty and the rulers,
But I feel less than human at times.
I long for my mother’s bread,
And the aroma of her coffee,
And the warmth of her touch,
As childhood grows within me,
Day by day.
I cherish my life because,
If I were to die, I would be ashamed to meet my mother’s tears!
O flame that ignites within me,
You illuminate the path at night,
With each challenge my mother gazes upon.
When the heart faces drought, blessings rain down.
For this is the path of mothers, filled with virtues.
With generous hands, humankind has learned,
And if the downpour comes on this path,
We witness the soul’s prayer reaching her.
Blessed is the letter that writes to her,
With love that kisses her.
How sweet it is in longing,
To share the most beautiful verses for her,
My spirit is tied to hers,
As glory be to my soul if I am devoted to her.
O my mother, who else will immortalize me,
In poetry, and how beautiful are the letters dedicated to her!