PseudoEgo
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 2:05am
21st Nov 2021 2:05am
Dear promised one
To you my son, my promised one,
In reflective ink I pen my mind, my final lines
I’ve played my part and yours yet begun
I hope one day, I’ll lead your way,
to brighter and through darker times,
You shall fear no darkness, dear promised one
In reflective ink I pen my mind, my final lines
I’ve played my part and yours yet begun
I hope one day, I’ll lead your way,
to brighter and through darker times,
You shall fear no darkness, dear promised one
#father
#children
#death #son
#death #son
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 3:39am
19th Nov 2021 3:39am
CROSSING PATHS 2
Gotta be careful, man
People are on the path"
He says to his son
Swinging branches
Around in a circle
As I approach
People are on the path"
He says to his son
Swinging branches
Around in a circle
As I approach
#father
#son
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2021 00:37am
2nd Oct 2021 00:37am
Born
A soul of scars
A life of pain
And here i am
The one to break
To break the news
To break the chain
To break the pattern
That i too make
To make the change
To change the make
And model anew
This wasted time
To grow off the vine
And sever bloodline
Can't rewind the name
A life of pain
And here i am
The one to break
To break the news
To break the chain
To break the pattern
That i too make
To make the change
To change the make
And model anew
This wasted time
To grow off the vine
And sever bloodline
Can't rewind the name
#mother
#family
#son
61 reads
1 Comment
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 5:02pm
1st Oct 2021 5:02pm
Life Lessons
Last evening my son and i were laying in bed
He was watching his Tablet and I was watching Chicago P.D.
A cop show a man beating a women to the point of knocking out
So wrapped up in it until my son utters "Mommy why did that man hit that lady?"
Stunned and confused what are the right words to say
He's so observant for only being the age of four
Bud this is just a television show meant to entertain
It isnt real but sometimes men do hurt women that way
Tate baby, you must never hit a women not ever
Even if you are mad at her you never take...
He was watching his Tablet and I was watching Chicago P.D.
A cop show a man beating a women to the point of knocking out
So wrapped up in it until my son utters "Mommy why did that man hit that lady?"
Stunned and confused what are the right words to say
He's so observant for only being the age of four
Bud this is just a television show meant to entertain
It isnt real but sometimes men do hurt women that way
Tate baby, you must never hit a women not ever
Even if you are mad at her you never take...
#mother
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#son
65 reads
2 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 6:00pm
16th Sep 2021 6:00pm
TRUE BLUE
Waking up everyday
Wearing the uniform
To serve and protect
Reporting for duty
Investigating complaints, crimes and other incidents to keep the communities safe
However not everybody with a badge treats it with the honour it truly deserves
Those criminals in the force destroy the work of those good few who are still left
To the point where people look at them with mistrust
Never able to speak out even when in distress
Letting all sort of things slide
While handling this and that on the sly
When a mother saw her son join these...
Wearing the uniform
To serve and protect
Reporting for duty
Investigating complaints, crimes and other incidents to keep the communities safe
However not everybody with a badge treats it with the honour it truly deserves
Those criminals in the force destroy the work of those good few who are still left
To the point where people look at them with mistrust
Never able to speak out even when in distress
Letting all sort of things slide
While handling this and that on the sly
When a mother saw her son join these...
#sadness
#mother
#death
#emptiness
#son
78 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Aug 2021 3:05am
24th Aug 2021 3:05am
Last First Day (Part I)
The time flew by and I’m wondering where, how and why
But the boy is all grown up or if I can still call him a boy
Today was his last first day of school, as a senior
And all I could advise him was “make it worth and enjoy”
His momma has always taken a first day of school picture
Ever since he was a tiny guy in his little uniform
As the years passed the clothes and hair styles changed
And right before our very eyes we could see him transform
On his first day of high school I told him “just watch…
The time will go by fast though now it...
But the boy is all grown up or if I can still call him a boy
Today was his last first day of school, as a senior
And all I could advise him was “make it worth and enjoy”
His momma has always taken a first day of school picture
Ever since he was a tiny guy in his little uniform
As the years passed the clothes and hair styles changed
And right before our very eyes we could see him transform
On his first day of high school I told him “just watch…
The time will go by fast though now it...
#father
#children
#school #son
#school #son
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
11th Aug 2021 1:10pm
11th Aug 2021 1:10pm
When The Pictures Taunt (repost)
Back to the new beginning
After all that we've been through
You helped me to get where I am now
But I can't help but ask what about you?
For all you worked towards
To reap the end of all you've done
When you found a new home
When you are lover and not just a mother to a broken son
Don't let this end at merely one opportunity to meet my bride
When she in some ways reminds me of you
For the best qualities of your strength and mercy
Tenderhearted resilience and beauty
The world's got nothing on the view
Family...
After all that we've been through
You helped me to get where I am now
But I can't help but ask what about you?
For all you worked towards
To reap the end of all you've done
When you found a new home
When you are lover and not just a mother to a broken son
Don't let this end at merely one opportunity to meet my bride
When she in some ways reminds me of you
For the best qualities of your strength and mercy
Tenderhearted resilience and beauty
The world's got nothing on the view
Family...
#sadness
#mother
#motherhood
#son
#cancer
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2021 2:19pm
2nd Aug 2021 2:19pm
Happy Birthday, Mom - Part IX
You were born on August 2, 1948, you were a Leo just like me.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-three.
You were unique and I truly hate that you're dead.
I wanted you to get better but sadly, you died instead.
You were a special person and that's something I'm grateful for.
But I'm not grateful for the fact that you're not alive anymore.
Many people were better off simply because they knew you.
You were a terrific and caring lady and that is certainly true.
One great thing about you was that you liked to help others.
Happy...
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-three.
You were unique and I truly hate that you're dead.
I wanted you to get better but sadly, you died instead.
You were a special person and that's something I'm grateful for.
But I'm not grateful for the fact that you're not alive anymore.
Many people were better off simply because they knew you.
You were a terrific and caring lady and that is certainly true.
One great thing about you was that you liked to help others.
Happy...
#motherhood
#birthday
#son #nonfiction
#son #nonfiction
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APissPoorShaman
Poem Published
4th Jul 2021 11:28pm
4th Jul 2021 11:28pm
Craftsman
With infinite care and patience
a craftsman bends over his labor
using tools of love and compassion
the work becomes his meaning
and the meaning becomes his life
with toil and sweat and time
building a foundation for the soul
of strength and respect and courage
the raw materials of creation
he labors night and day unceasing
constructing welcoming doorways
bright windows for the spirit
and walls to weather the storm
the work is never really finished
something always needs repair
but trusting to his craftsmanship ...
a craftsman bends over his labor
using tools of love and compassion
the work becomes his meaning
and the meaning becomes his life
with toil and sweat and time
building a foundation for the soul
of strength and respect and courage
the raw materials of creation
he labors night and day unceasing
constructing welcoming doorways
bright windows for the spirit
and walls to weather the storm
the work is never really finished
something always needs repair
but trusting to his craftsmanship ...
#father
#uplifting
#son #wisdom
#son #wisdom
87 reads
2 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 12:47pm
20th Jun 2021 12:47pm
Father's Day
Wish
once I had
wished him
on a
father's day!
Probably
would’ve
asked me
what
it was...
once I had
wished him
on a
father's day!
Probably
would’ve
asked me
what
it was...
#father
#childhood
#FathersDay
#son
#fatherhood
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th May 2021 00:03am
29th May 2021 00:03am
don't feel bad
our son came to visit
today for the first chance I've
had since my stroke
to reassure him that
I'm still his ol' dad and I'm
still the same bloke
today for the first chance I've
had since my stroke
to reassure him that
I'm still his ol' dad and I'm
still the same bloke
#father
#son
93 reads
4 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
28th May 2021 9:10pm
28th May 2021 9:10pm
A Civil War Trilogy
William Joseph Grady was born on Friday May 16th. 1845 at his family's farm in Dalton, Georgia, eighty miles or so north of Atlanta and close to the state border with Tennessee. His parents were William and Martha Grady and young William Joseph, Billy-Joe, was their first child. By the time Billy-Joe was ten years old he had been joined by two brothers and a sister. William senior had taken over the farm from his own late father, Joseph, in 1840 therefore it was already quite well established and easily able to sustain the Grady family. Martha, though, had been raised in the city of...
#brother
#family
#separation
#son
#responsibility
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