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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Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
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Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
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#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
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Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#marriage
#son
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Please Stay
stay
don’t let
recruiters prey
stay
don’t heed
liars on grandstands
stay
don’t be lured
by empty promises
stay
don’t toil
for distant oil
stay
don’t join
mercenary bands
stay
don’t go
to foreign lands
stay
your tribe
needs strong hands
stay
don’t leave our blood
on foreign sands
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
don’t let
recruiters prey
stay
don’t heed
liars on grandstands
stay
don’t be lured
by empty promises
stay
don’t toil
for distant oil
stay
don’t join
mercenary bands
stay
don’t go
to foreign lands
stay
your tribe
needs strong hands
stay
don’t leave our blood
on foreign sands
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#love
#politics
#war #son
#war #son
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Rest In Peace, Mom - Part VII
Wednesday was your least favorite day and you died on a Wednesday.
After living for sixty-four years, you became sick and you passed away.
The eleventh anniversary of your death is on your least favorite day of the week.
I thought things were fine at first but then I learned that your situation was bleak.
When you went to the hospital, you had to go under the knife.
The surgeon tried his very best but he could not save your life.
He operated on your stomach and your leg had to be amputated.
But you still died and when I found you dead, I was devastated. ...
After living for sixty-four years, you became sick and you passed away.
The eleventh anniversary of your death is on your least favorite day of the week.
I thought things were fine at first but then I learned that your situation was bleak.
When you went to the hospital, you had to go under the knife.
The surgeon tried his very best but he could not save your life.
He operated on your stomach and your leg had to be amputated.
But you still died and when I found you dead, I was devastated. ...
#mother
#death
#anniversary
#son
#nonfiction
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Zipper Had Gone To The Beach
Zipper had gone to
the beach. His mother
came with a swimsuit on her.
the beach. His mother
came with a swimsuit on her.
#mother
#beach
#fiction
#nostalgia
#son
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Oh, My God! What Was I Thinking Last Night?
Vera
stood up, went
into
the bathroom and looked
at herself naked
in the mirror. Then,
she looked
at her son's
friend Scott.
stood up, went
into
the bathroom and looked
at herself naked
in the mirror. Then,
she looked
at her son's
friend Scott.
#friendship
#corruption
#fiction
#sensual
#son
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Susan Had Already Picked Him Up
Diana was told by Eric's school
that their next door neighbor Susan
had already picked him up.
After that, Diana
went to Susan's house
and saw with shocked
eyes her son
hump that
pal.
that their next door neighbor Susan
had already picked him up.
After that, Diana
went to Susan's house
and saw with shocked
eyes her son
hump that
pal.
#friendship
#school
#fiction
#sensual
#son
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An Open Letter to My Father
12/20/2018
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what I’m about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
I’m blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, they’re hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didn’t always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you.
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,...
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what I’m about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
I’m blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, they’re hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didn’t always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you.
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,...
#father
#parent
#death
#memories
#son
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Honey.
I made dinner
Too fast
At 7.
Rest time
You tune to radio.
Too fast
At 7.
Rest time
You tune to radio.
#children
#motherhood
#daughter
#son
#fatherhood
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For My Father
#love
#family
#sensual
#son
#fatherhood
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Care To Join Us?
David
saw his mom
strip down
and move slow towards
his best friend Adam
before she saw her
son and
asked "Care to
join us?"
saw his mom
strip down
and move slow towards
his best friend Adam
before she saw her
son and
asked "Care to
join us?"
#mother
#friendship
#fiction
#sensual
#son
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Ingratitude
I see you, mom, as you leave
a trace of yourself
on everything you touch:
the shallow glasses my sister
keeps filling up with Coke,
the doorknob that sends you
into a world of supermarkets,
pharmacies and banks,
the bright screen that passes
for a friend from Monday morning
to Sunday evening.
You leave a trace of yourself
on everything, on everyone,
yet, who gives back to you?
What's the reward for the years
that fall behind you
as you work your sad magic?
People and things
remain cold to your touch, ...
a trace of yourself
on everything you touch:
the shallow glasses my sister
keeps filling up with Coke,
the doorknob that sends you
into a world of supermarkets,
pharmacies and banks,
the bright screen that passes
for a friend from Monday morning
to Sunday evening.
You leave a trace of yourself
on everything, on everyone,
yet, who gives back to you?
What's the reward for the years
that fall behind you
as you work your sad magic?
People and things
remain cold to your touch, ...
#mother
#parent
#motherhood
#son
#responsibility
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