Kursus General English – Untuk ibu tersayang, sebuah puisi yang indah dapat menjadi hadiah untuk merayakan peringatan Hari Ibu Nasional yang jatuh pada tanggal 22 Desember. Berikut rekomendasi puisi Hari Ibu yang singkat tetapi penuh makna. Yuk, sampaikan rasa cinta yang dalam menyentuh hati!
Puisi Hari Ibu Bahasa Inggris, Singkat dan Bermakna
Kehadiran ibu dan perempuan memiliki peran yang penting dalam hidup. Ucapan selamat Hari Ibu akan menjadi lebih bermakna dengan puisi untuk ibu yang mengungkapkan rasa kasih sayang dan syukur.
Puisi dapat mencerminkan perasaan secara dalam hingga menitikkan air mata. Kamu juga dapat menjadikan puisi Hari Ibu berikut ini sebagai caption media sosial, seperti Instagram dan Facebook.
Berikut 25 puisi Hari Ibu yang singkat dalam bahasa Inggris, seperti yang dikutip dari Pan Macmillan dan Poets.
1. Rock Me To Sleep
Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
– Elizabeth Chase Akers Allen
2. A Thank You Note
You have told me
all the things
before I knew
I needed to hear them
To be unafraid
Of all the things
I use to fear
Before I knew
I shouldn’t fear them
– Lang Leav
3. To My Mother
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.
– Robert Louis Stevenson
4. Wishing
Home comes the rover,
For mother’s kiss- sweeter this
Than any other thing!
– The Fairies William Allingham
5. Her Wands
Her hands held me gently from the day
I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my
first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears
would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she
would take care of it all.
– Maggie Pittman
6. Mother o’ Mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
– Rudyard Kipling
7. Mother
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
– Lola Ridge
8. Lands
My mother was
my first country,
The first place I
ever lived.
– Saly Nayyriah Waheed
9. Untitled Poem
Mommy, I love you
For all that you do.
I’ll kiss you and hug you‘
Cause you love me, too.
You feed me and need me
To teach you to play,
So smile ‘cause I love you
On this Mother’s Day.
– Nicholas Gordon
10. The Gardener
If there are any heavens my mother will
(all by herself) have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses….
& the whole garden will bow
– EE Cummings
11. I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everyday jug,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
12. To My Mother
To-day’s your natal day;
Sweet flowers I bring:
Mother, accept, I pray
My offering.
And may you happy live,
And long us bless:
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.
– Christina Rossetti
13. Untitled Poem
Your arms were always open when I needed a hug.
Your heart understood when I needed a friend.
– Sarah Malin
14. Unknown
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom!
Sorry you didn’t give birth to a poet who could rhyme!
15. Your Clothes
Of course they are empty shells, without hope of animation.
Of course they are artifacts.
Even if my sister and I should wear some,
or if we give others away,
they will always be your clothes without you,
as we will always be your daughters without you.
– Judith Kroll
16. Your Soul Is a River
The water of her womb, your first home.
The body she pulled apart to welcome you to the world.
The spirit in you she helped grow with all she knew.
The heart that she gave you when yours fell apart.
You are her soft miracle.
So she gave you her eyes to see the best in the worst.
You carry your mother in your eyes.
Make her proud of all she watches you do.
– Nikita Gill
17. Never Enough
Sometimes I know the words to say to give thanks for all you’ve done, but then they fly up and away as quickly as they come.
How could I possibly thank you enough, the one who makes me whole, the one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul.
The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying, the one who was the expert at picking up when I was lying.
– Reanna Almeida
18. I Will Have to Wait ‘Till I’m Mother
I struggle so deeply
to understand
how someone can
pour their entire soul
blood and energy
into someone
without wanting
anything in
return
I will have to wait till I’m a mother
– Rupi Kaur
19. Sonnets Are Full of Love
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstare while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
– Christina Rossetti
20. The Breakfast Nook
We’d pout. Our mother, brisking off,
urged Darlings! — your vitamins & minerals
dissolve inside with the milk & this-&-that
into instructions rejiggering more
vitamins, minerals, milk & this-&-that
to fizz up & turn into actual you,
or me, or anybody & etc.
Experiment: — you might let drop
capsules & milk into spit in one
– Martha Zweig
21. A Mother’s Love
A Mother’s love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may,
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away,
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking,
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns
,And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems,
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation,
A many splendored miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.
– Helen Steiner Rice
22. Mother’s Incomparable Love
I know, however hard I will try,
I won’t be able to find words,
To express my love for you,
Your love is incomparable, unparallel
Your Love is so pure a feeling,
I cannot find express it on words,
I love you Mom,And, I love God,
Because, he made you for me!!
– Anonim
23. To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you —
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother — my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
– Edgar Allan Poe
24. Mother
What you do with time
is what a grandmother clock
does with it: strike twelve
and take its time doing it.
You’re the clock: time passes,
you remain. And wait.
Waiting is what happens to
a snow-covered garden,
a trunk under moss,
hope for better times
in the nineteenth century,
or words in a poem.
For poetry is about letting things
grow moldy together, like grapes
turning into wine, reality into preserves,
and hoarding words
in the cellar of yourself.
– Herman de Coninck
25. The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth
The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth
Said, “Little creature, form’d of Joy and Mirth,
“Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.”
– William Blake
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