Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
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
57 reads
4 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
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
90 reads
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Poeticking81
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:30am
16th Jan 2025 9:30am
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
85 reads
2 Comments
cjpoetry
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
The Boy The Man
I reunite with a glaze in this young boys eyes, blue and wet as if his father had died.
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
#family
#father
#son
54 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
#Africa
#love
#marriage
#sensual
#son
63 reads
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 8:40pm
25th Jun 2024 8:40pm
legacy
go to sleep
little wonder
magic born
of my insides
in your dreams
I hope you wander
in fields of lilac
lullaby
make a wish
hold it so close
it clings to tears
when you cry
blessed be your life
my angel
I promise
I will never lie
silent stars fall
around your halo
you must have lost it
in the night
follow footsteps
from your window
dancing feet bare
beneath moonlight
hold me close
I won't let go
through brightest day
or blackest night ...
little wonder
magic born
of my insides
in your dreams
I hope you wander
in fields of lilac
lullaby
make a wish
hold it so close
it clings to tears
when you cry
blessed be your life
my angel
I promise
I will never lie
silent stars fall
around your halo
you must have lost it
in the night
follow footsteps
from your window
dancing feet bare
beneath moonlight
hold me close
I won't let go
through brightest day
or blackest night ...
#birth
#children
#daughter
#lyrics
#son
240 reads
1 Comment
moon_bather
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 1:33am
18th Jun 2024 1:33am
Dad Beats Down
buried thoughts rising up after long ignorance
from the roots of self-loathing, insecurity, angst
clear memories of your fiery eyes, Dad
as you would snap the belt
stare into my core
your mouth salivating
as you prepared to put this toothpick
of a sonofabitch
in his place
total submission
not gonna stop til there is no smirk left
not gonna stop til voice becomes mute
breaking down any sense of security
stomping out every last bit of self-assurance
to cope with your own flaws
to secure your insecurity
...
from the roots of self-loathing, insecurity, angst
clear memories of your fiery eyes, Dad
as you would snap the belt
stare into my core
your mouth salivating
as you prepared to put this toothpick
of a sonofabitch
in his place
total submission
not gonna stop til there is no smirk left
not gonna stop til voice becomes mute
breaking down any sense of security
stomping out every last bit of self-assurance
to cope with your own flaws
to secure your insecurity
...
#childhood
#father
#memories #son
#memories #son
194 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
14th May 2024 9:33pm
14th May 2024 9:33pm
Mum...
I miss my mum
Whenever I hurt
Be it a broken heart
Or a grazed knee
She was there to comfort me
No matter the problem
Be it monsters under the bed
Dark shadows on the walls
A soothing word and a cuddle
Gave me the protection needed
Was never too old
Whenever I hurt
Be it a broken heart
Or a grazed knee
She was there to comfort me
No matter the problem
Be it monsters under the bed
Dark shadows on the walls
A soothing word and a cuddle
Gave me the protection needed
Was never too old
#love
#mother
#son #TruthOfLife
#son #TruthOfLife
194 reads
7 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
12th May 2024 12:51pm
12th May 2024 12:51pm
Mother's Day 2024
Today is Mother's Day of 2024.
But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.
You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.
You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
You were a kind and giving person and that is a fact.
Being generous was a trait that you sure didn't lack.
It broke my heart and it was painful when you passed away.
Even though you're dead, I wish you a happy Mother's Day.
But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.
You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.
You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
You were a kind and giving person and that is a fact.
Being generous was a trait that you sure didn't lack.
It broke my heart and it was painful when you passed away.
Even though you're dead, I wish you a happy Mother's Day.
#family
#mother
#MothersDay
#nonfiction
#son
174 reads
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Nixprty
Poem Published
10th May 2024 2:52pm
10th May 2024 2:52pm
Mother
He hates you.
You held so tight on his wrists,
He still feels the ache,
He still sees the bruises.
He hates you.
You don’t see him,
You look through him,
He wishes your hand would phase through his body too.
He hates you.
He hates your frustratingly blank stare,
Shaky breath and bouncing leg,
Pretending you can’t hear him.
Your son is crying,
I know you can hear me.
He’s screaming,
Coughing up blood as he tears his throat with pure rage.
You...
You held so tight on his wrists,
He still feels the ache,
He still sees the bruises.
He hates you.
You don’t see him,
You look through him,
He wishes your hand would phase through his body too.
He hates you.
He hates your frustratingly blank stare,
Shaky breath and bouncing leg,
Pretending you can’t hear him.
Your son is crying,
I know you can hear me.
He’s screaming,
Coughing up blood as he tears his throat with pure rage.
You...
#childhood
#mother
#parent #son
#parent #son
158 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
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.
...
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.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
197 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:34pm
22nd Mar 2024 2:34pm
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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DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sons Seeking Friendly Advice
