randyjohnson
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 5:41pm
2nd Aug 2020 5:41pm
Happy Birthday, Mom - Part VIII
When you died, I was devastated and didn't know what to do.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-two.
The love that I felt for you was special and it knew no bounds.
My heart was broken when you were lowered in the ground.
If you could hear the words I'm saying, I'd want you to hear me say "I love you".
When you died, My days were filled with unhappiness because I was so blue.
I grew inside of your womb until I was born in August of 1971.
You were spectacular and it was a privilege to be your son.
I suffered when you died and it's...
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-two.
The love that I felt for you was special and it knew no bounds.
My heart was broken when you were lowered in the ground.
If you could hear the words I'm saying, I'd want you to hear me say "I love you".
When you died, My days were filled with unhappiness because I was so blue.
I grew inside of your womb until I was born in August of 1971.
You were spectacular and it was a privilege to be your son.
I suffered when you died and it's...
#mother
#death
#birthday #son
#birthday #son
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Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
19th Jul 2020 4:15pm
19th Jul 2020 4:15pm
Son-Day-School
I got some knowledge
of my own I would like
to share with the youth
Some of the values
that you were being
taught is not the truth
What you got to prove?
A little influence and
a little power to show
that you have the juice
Y'all taking up time
fighting against each other
When you should be fighting
For your Sister and Mother
Genetically modified seeds
Is what this generation breeds
Real love and real education
about real history is what the
youth needs
When you speak of...
of my own I would like
to share with the youth
Some of the values
that you were being
taught is not the truth
What you got to prove?
A little influence and
a little power to show
that you have the juice
Y'all taking up time
fighting against each other
When you should be fighting
For your Sister and Mother
Genetically modified seeds
Is what this generation breeds
Real love and real education
about real history is what the
youth needs
When you speak of...
#teens
#school
#philosophical #son
#philosophical #son
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RiAN
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 10:14am
2nd Jul 2020 10:14am
a letter to Spectrums and Syndromes
We live in an age where social inclusion means everything
Football, hoodies, your families car, are of the utter most importance
I have had to learn to speak another language where "dope" means something other than it did in my youth and a GOAT isnt a four hooved equivalent of the devil but an actual expression.
He is a frail ivory etherial slender elve
Maths make him nervous though numbers not, The equivalence of decimal numbers is right there inside his questionaires though his teacher is square minded and therefore fales to see his eternal beauty. Seemingly...
Football, hoodies, your families car, are of the utter most importance
I have had to learn to speak another language where "dope" means something other than it did in my youth and a GOAT isnt a four hooved equivalent of the devil but an actual expression.
He is a frail ivory etherial slender elve
Maths make him nervous though numbers not, The equivalence of decimal numbers is right there inside his questionaires though his teacher is square minded and therefore fales to see his eternal beauty. Seemingly...
#MentalHealth
#son
#Autism
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 1:58pm
1st Jul 2020 1:58pm
Eyes Of Possibility
Do you see me as I see you?
Just look at me seriously for a while
Picture me as your husband
Can you see us starting a family?
It is a prospect, not an illusion
Think how wonderful it will be
I am standing here looking at you
I see life with eyes of possibility
My son is growing inside you
You are a respectful and caring mom
I am a loving and helpful dad
And here is our blushing little girl
Open your mind’s eye and imagine
We can turn fantasies into reality
You love me and I love you
Of course we make a...
Just look at me seriously for a while
Picture me as your husband
Can you see us starting a family?
It is a prospect, not an illusion
Think how wonderful it will be
I am standing here looking at you
I see life with eyes of possibility
My son is growing inside you
You are a respectful and caring mom
I am a loving and helpful dad
And here is our blushing little girl
Open your mind’s eye and imagine
We can turn fantasies into reality
You love me and I love you
Of course we make a...
#love
#mother
#father
#dreams
#son
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JaniceRain
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 00:10am
30th Jun 2020 00:10am
Little Man, Where has your hand gone
Little Man, where has your hand gone?
That small hand slipped into mine
as we walked together.
That small hand gently placed on my cheek
as you look into my face with love and concern.
That small hand laid upon my head
as you prayed for me.
Little Man, where have you gone?
That small hand got a little bigger and wrote me songs.
That young hand experimented with food
and cooked amazing things for me.
That young hand patted my back
when I hugged you too long.
That young hand packed your things
and drove away in your...
That small hand slipped into mine
as we walked together.
That small hand gently placed on my cheek
as you look into my face with love and concern.
That small hand laid upon my head
as you prayed for me.
Little Man, where have you gone?
That small hand got a little bigger and wrote me songs.
That young hand experimented with food
and cooked amazing things for me.
That young hand patted my back
when I hugged you too long.
That young hand packed your things
and drove away in your...
#motherhood
#memories
#son
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David_Macleod
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 7:04pm
24th Jun 2020 7:04pm
FFS Fathers Day
Happy Fathers Day David
Thank you, David
So How was your Day
Oh it was a fantastic time
It was?
Yes! texts, phone calls, a card and parcelled gifts
Did you have A Special dinner?
yes, Steak and all the trimings
Any cake David/
Chocolate cake and ice cream of course
Bet you had a few shots
yup a few spiced rums
A real party atmosphere of celebration?
Erm,....... Not really
Oh! Why not really?
Well what I got may surprise you: ...
Thank you, David
So How was your Day
Oh it was a fantastic time
It was?
Yes! texts, phone calls, a card and parcelled gifts
Did you have A Special dinner?
yes, Steak and all the trimings
Any cake David/
Chocolate cake and ice cream of course
Bet you had a few shots
yup a few spiced rums
A real party atmosphere of celebration?
Erm,....... Not really
Oh! Why not really?
Well what I got may surprise you: ...
#children
#betrayal
#daughter #son
#daughter #son
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socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
16th Jun 2020 3:33pm
16th Jun 2020 3:33pm
Chicken-o-pathy, Chicken Patty
A pathy for this
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."
#dreams
#sleep
#son
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goldenmyst
Bumped 15th Jun 2020 6:27am
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa - Rewrite
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
#mother
#dialogue
#son
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4 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 7:26am
9th Jun 2020 7:26am
I love you
My son if I was ever to die , know I love you more than anything I leave behind.
You're my life , and I will always guide you.
I'll always protect you and send you light.
Your my son and I'm always your mother.
I'm wake or night.
You're my life , and I will always guide you.
I'll always protect you and send you light.
Your my son and I'm always your mother.
I'm wake or night.
#love
#son
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Summerrain75
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 10:50pm
22nd May 2020 10:50pm
Don't Grow Too Fast
Don't grow too fast, son
#happiness
#love
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
84 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
15th May 2020 6:32pm
15th May 2020 6:32pm
YOU'RE MY SON
They say sometimes the best part of your life stories are the memories, that keeps you going as a real man for the greatest thing ever to happen to a real man, is to be able to appreciate and love his son as father to son. For it doesn't really matter if that child and son isn't biologically your child, for what truly matters the most is that you stepped up to the plate to be able to deal with the process of his growth into being a man. The truth of the matter only a real man can teach a young boy to grow, to be a strong man of strength and courage with understanding and respect for his...
#father
#childhood
#son #responsibility
#son #responsibility
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
15th May 2020 5:49pm
15th May 2020 5:49pm
First Steps, First Love
On opposite ends of this spectrum
We stand parallel and going in the same direction
Till we branch off to find our destination
Yet we will remember where we began
This the foundation for the rest of our lives
The memories we make here establishing family ties
No purer love than infancy
As a newborn is but the type and shadow
Of a family's first steps in the remaking
Learning our roles as we dance around romance
Of mother and son dynamics
The heart becomes more fluid in its language
When love is the universal tongue ...
We stand parallel and going in the same direction
Till we branch off to find our destination
Yet we will remember where we began
This the foundation for the rest of our lives
The memories we make here establishing family ties
No purer love than infancy
As a newborn is but the type and shadow
Of a family's first steps in the remaking
Learning our roles as we dance around romance
Of mother and son dynamics
The heart becomes more fluid in its language
When love is the universal tongue ...
#mother
#motherhood
#family
#MothersDay
#son
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