Son Poems
#son
Son poems, here you'll find poetry by mothers and fathers about their sons. Son poetry about love, joy, pride and family. Also poems about the challenges of bringing up a son, both in terms of family relationships and boys in wider society.
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And I wait (ramble stream of consciousness forth coming)
I know when we found the coins to scrape together
to put you on that flight you would
have the time of your life
the snippets of the man you will become
touching at the corners of your eyes
when you coached your sisters soccer team at 13
and even now when your walk through the yard
the little ones treat you like a rockstar
and they brag that
you
you with the smart mouth and foul language
you who we have seen naked and cold
and broken and scared
are their hero
and my daughters brag about you
being...
to put you on that flight you would
have the time of your life
the snippets of the man you will become
touching at the corners of your eyes
when you coached your sisters soccer team at 13
and even now when your walk through the yard
the little ones treat you like a rockstar
and they brag that
you
you with the smart mouth and foul language
you who we have seen naked and cold
and broken and scared
are their hero
and my daughters brag about you
being...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#son
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I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
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rest my love
breath by breath the unsteady rhythm of death
shadowing your soul the angels are waiting for you
medicated now for comfort
the doctors know what they won't tell me
I'm losing you for the last time
my heart swells, I desire to save you from that demon
but I realize living is sometimes too painful
somehow I know I failed you utterly and it's too late
for the days in the sun, I thought we would have
look on me kindly when you can
my soul found yours in the end
my being always loved you
with every bit of me
sacred...
shadowing your soul the angels are waiting for you
medicated now for comfort
the doctors know what they won't tell me
I'm losing you for the last time
my heart swells, I desire to save you from that demon
but I realize living is sometimes too painful
somehow I know I failed you utterly and it's too late
for the days in the sun, I thought we would have
look on me kindly when you can
my soul found yours in the end
my being always loved you
with every bit of me
sacred...
#love
#son
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Happy Born Day
Letter to my first
I unleashed you
into the world
with the snip of a natal chord
With tenacity we fell
in love at first sight
even then I knew this world
thru me was yours
Three played together
as I watched you
grow strong
from a feeble introduction
To hold your head high
looking up to me
a child-father
no prerequisite nor question
Seems I did the teaching
but truth is
I learned myself
in sacrifice thru you
Re-lived from first step
to remove training wheels ...
I unleashed you
into the world
with the snip of a natal chord
With tenacity we fell
in love at first sight
even then I knew this world
thru me was yours
Three played together
as I watched you
grow strong
from a feeble introduction
To hold your head high
looking up to me
a child-father
no prerequisite nor question
Seems I did the teaching
but truth is
I learned myself
in sacrifice thru you
Re-lived from first step
to remove training wheels ...
#children
#memories
#responsibility #son
#responsibility #son
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To My Two Little Kings
I know you wonder.
I know you ask, in whispers or in silence,
"Why did Mama leave?"
"Why couldn’t she take us too?"
Let me tell you, my loves...I never left you.
I just had to find a way to live.
Seventeen years, I fought.
Fought for love, for family, for a home
that no longer held me.
The walls got too tight,
the air too thin,
and if I stayed, I would have disappeared.
And what good is a mother who is only a shadow?
I left you with him...not because I wanted to,
but because I had to trust the man ...
I know you ask, in whispers or in silence,
"Why did Mama leave?"
"Why couldn’t she take us too?"
Let me tell you, my loves...I never left you.
I just had to find a way to live.
Seventeen years, I fought.
Fought for love, for family, for a home
that no longer held me.
The walls got too tight,
the air too thin,
and if I stayed, I would have disappeared.
And what good is a mother who is only a shadow?
I left you with him...not because I wanted to,
but because I had to trust the man ...
#children
#hope
#motherhood
#separation
#son
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Please Tell Me That I Did Not Embarrass My Son In Any Way.
Malcom's mother finally woke up.
She saw David holding up a blanket.
Before asking, she touched herself.
Then, she discovered that she was naked.
She covered herself up with David's blanket.
She saw David holding up a blanket.
Before asking, she touched herself.
Then, she discovered that she was naked.
She covered herself up with David's blanket.
#fiction
#friendship
#mother
#sex
#son
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Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
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The Mother He Loved
Born and raised under her wings
Protection and care, has always been
Everything his mother said he believed
Mother encouraged him, she was often pleased
A few times, he would get himself into a jam
She would always solve it, lend him a hand
As he grew older, he had a successful career
Living across the country, he wasn't so near
One day he received a call, it was from his Aunt
He was told to come back home, she began to rant
She told him that his mother is hospitalized and she's very sick
He took the next flight out, losing his job was a...
Protection and care, has always been
Everything his mother said he believed
Mother encouraged him, she was often pleased
A few times, he would get himself into a jam
She would always solve it, lend him a hand
As he grew older, he had a successful career
Living across the country, he wasn't so near
One day he received a call, it was from his Aunt
He was told to come back home, she began to rant
She told him that his mother is hospitalized and she's very sick
He took the next flight out, losing his job was a...
#fate
#love
#mother
#rhyming
#son
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A Letter To My Fear

#son
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Father and his son, the wimp
The boy turned fifteen. His father bought him a shotgun. He taught his son how to load, clean and shoot the gun. He would say, "Kid you've got to stand up for yourself, always." He would make the boy shoot round after round, his shoulder would ache. He would rather read comics, go on his phone, and jerk off like any normal teenager. He didn't like going to the rifle range with his father. The place gave him the creeps.
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
#bullying
#father
#ShortStory #son
#ShortStory #son
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Echoes of You
You’ve gone somewhere I can’t follow,
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
#dark
#disappointment
#family
#memories
#son
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This poem is called Child Murder
My name's sky I'm three,My eyes are swollen.I can't see,I must be stupid.I must be bad,What else could have made my daddy so mad?I wish i were better i wish i weren't ugly,Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.I can't do wrong i can't speak at all or else i am lockup all day long.When i am awake i am all alone.The house is dark my folks aren't home.When my mommy does come home.I'll try and be nice,so maybe i will just get one whipping tonight.I just heard a car,my daddy's back from charlies bar.I hear him curse.My name's called,I press myself against the wall.I try to hide from his...
#death
#father
#murder #son
#murder #son
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