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Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
12th grade, family, father daughter, humor, humorous, mother daughter, relationship,
When I grow up, will I still be princess?
Of course, says glowing daddy.
A roll of the queen’s eyes.
Poem Details | by
Cindi Rockwell |
Categories:
crazy, daughter, funny, mother, mother daughter,
Momma always told me,
"Children should be seen but not heard."
'Til I streaked through her Garden Party
And muttered not a word.
Momma always told me,
"The best birth control is an aspirin held tight between your knees."
But my boyfriends ALL had headaches!
Glad I put their heads at ease!
Momma always told me,
"They won't buy the cow if they get the milk for free,"
So I never served my best beaus milk,
Just liquor, wine and me!
Poor momma had another saying,
"You'll be the death of me!"
Momma, you were always right!
There was arsenic in that tea.
7/1/15
Poem Details | by
Jan Allison |
Categories:
clothes, humorous, mother daughter,
Val’s daughter was picking her nose
Then wiping snot on Val’s new clothes
When Val finds sticky mess
Of green slime on her dress
The distress in her quickly rose
Green bogeys all over her sleeve
So slimy they make poor Val heave
To resolve this issue
Hands daughter a tissue
But bogeys on dress will not leave!
Val’s outfit that once was pristine
Is covered with snot of bright green
To compound Val’s distress
She cannot wash this dress
Dry cleaning should get her dress clean!
each stanza 8,8,6,6,8 checked with how many syllables
3/14/19
Poem Details | by
Jan Allison |
Categories:
anger, humorous, mother daughter, teenage,
‘Princess’
in mess
Flicks hair -
Beware
Bad mood
Is rude
She whines
At times
She pouts
And shouts
Mummy …
DUMMY!!!!!!!!!!
Stamps feet
Retreat!
Can clout –
Watch out!
Prissy
Missy
Spoilt brat –
Hate that!
5th June 2015
Poem Details | by
Ayesha Karim |
Categories:
black african american, care, caregiving, child, childhood, giggle, girl, mother daughter,
Mama
I was only five years old,
getting my hair pressed for the first time.
I heard my mother’s voice.
She was reading to me as she was pressing my hair.
Mama always called me “my-Esha”.
She was so kind a woman.
She still is.
All the people I knew as friends called me Esha.
My family did too.
Mama would wash my hair and then press it.
The pressing comb would get very hot.
The sides would singe with steam and heat from the pressing comb.
The back of my hair was my least favorite part to get pressed.
She knew it and we joked about it when she was threw fixing my hair.
Poem Details | by
Chicano Eddie |
Categories:
funny love, grief, kid, marriage, mental illness, mother daughter, mother son,
"ENDLESS FIGHT"
if they had went through
every minute of what
conceived my wisdom,
they’d all be running
back to mommy.
if she knew there was a
reason why I kept my
mouth shut, she’d know
what she went through was
normal for the life she
was placed in and chose
to remain confused in.
confusion can !@#$ up
everything… she knows.
wisdom can change it all…
I show.
does the bee in the car
fight for it’s freedom
or
move about hysterically
enticing you to roll the
window down in hopes
you’ll cool off?
the days pass,
I stand my ground.
they did this to me,
I hold my ground.
I…
…did this to me.
By: Chicano Eddie
Poem Details | by
V. Deepa |
Categories:
crazy, fun, humor, memory, mother daughter,
Sat to jot down limerick in log book
Inept to find my pen carried miffed look
Probed my mum who lay on bed
She guffawed and slapped my head
The clutched one tumbled from hair as I shook
Aug 29, 2020
Note:Limerick fun poetry Contest.
Syllables checked: Howmanysyllables.com
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
Poem Details | by
Bh Hallenburg |
Categories:
cute love, humorous, mother daughter, valentines day,
Valentine from my Mother in 1973:
If you see a frog sittin' in a tree,
Pull his tail and think of me.
My response:
Oh Toad!
Though butt of Jest and Ridicule since days of yore reviled;
Though favored on a Frenchman's plate and victim of a child;
Though hunted by Brazilian bats, devoured in the night,
Or dried and sprinkled in the brew to conjure up a blight;
And even blamed for warts and such (although the wise know better)
when little boys decide it's fun to slip one down a sweater!
Despite all this, Poor Toady knows worst yet to come he sees...
is lovers climbing through the boughs tugging toadtails in the trees!!!
Poem Details | by
Jan Allison |
Categories:
candy, conflict, grandmother, humorous, mother daughter, parents,
Meets Nanny
Named Annie
Given treat –
Candy sweet
Mummy cross …
Candy dross!
Happy child
Mummy riled!
Lolly falls
Tommy bawls!
Tacky pants
Mummy rants
Tommy cries
Daddy sighs
Fresh lolly
Tommy jolly
Happy smile
Short while
Chews lolly
Great folly
Awful truth
hurts tooth
Blood pours
Tommy roars
Tears spill
Mouth swill
Tommy yelps
Annie helps
Hides candy
Nanny handy!
Annie sorry
Gives lorry
Tommy plays
Happy phase!
"Fem Bogstaver" Contest
Sponsored by Rhoda Tripp
18/12/17
Poem Details | by
Barbara Barry-Nishanian |
Categories:
fashion, humor, mother daughter,
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Ugly Piercing
Directing my attention
to the boogers up your nose
is about as beautiful
as the dirt between you toes.
Barbara Barry Nishanian
July 18, 2018 copyright
All rights reserved
Poem Details | by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
child, humor, mother daughter, nursery rhyme, poetry, riddle, school,
The teacher asked Rosie
"What rhymes with Blue?"
Rosie replied,
"Kalamazoo!"
Mommy asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Sam?"
Rosie replied,
"Alakazam!"
Granny asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Snow?"
Rosie replied,
"Kokomo Joe!"
Poem Details | by
Caycay Jennings |
Categories:
body, clothes, funny, giggle, humor, image, mother daughter,
Much smaller than her Mom's full size
she once took her bra as a prize.
When placed on her tips
it fell to her hips
where turned a full cleavage did rise.
... CayCay
July 2, 2019
Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
bird, humor, mother daughter,
it was rather obvious
that he was disgusted with me
I could tell by his beak
his nose was in the air
and he gave me the eye
you know the one
that mother gives you
when you have disappointed the family
and she wants you to feel guilty for sixteen years?
I looked at his face and smiled
he was the epitome of “the bird”
as he gave me this look
It was amazing
that he had appeared
on the first anniversary of my mother’s death
“Hi, Mom,” I said.
Feeling an affinity,
loving the familiarity of this face.