Mundus
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 1:58pm
4th Jan 2023 1:58pm
Postmortem Letter
With calloused hands
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
#father
#childhood
#memories
#son
#responsibility
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2 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 7:26pm
31st Dec 2022 7:26pm
New Year's Eve
On this new year's Eve
We lay on each other's side
Our fingers entwine
As we hold each other's hand
Tonight is different
From the other new year's Eve
We had before 2023
The festive mood is absent
We are both pensive
Lost in thought as we think
About our son sleeping on the next room
Who just had his first acquaintance with alcohol
Both of us were shocked
To see him in a state of intoxication
We never expected him to take a sip of alcohol
And this is the first time that we have to deal with it as...
We lay on each other's side
Our fingers entwine
As we hold each other's hand
Tonight is different
From the other new year's Eve
We had before 2023
The festive mood is absent
We are both pensive
Lost in thought as we think
About our son sleeping on the next room
Who just had his first acquaintance with alcohol
Both of us were shocked
To see him in a state of intoxication
We never expected him to take a sip of alcohol
And this is the first time that we have to deal with it as...
#mother
#parent
#family #son
#family #son
97 reads
7 Comments
Mundus
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:54am
29th Oct 2022 4:54am
Sphinx
My father was a silent man,
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
#father
#parent
#memories
#separation
#son
180 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Oct 2022 5:29am
17th Oct 2022 5:29am
Professorial Temptress
Professorial Temptress
A professorial seductress bends like a cattail
To write her runes for chalkboard junkies
Algebraic news to fill the pages
Of textbook boys that are her specialty
In a French maid pose for moon-eyed pupils
Johnny reports the preposterous teacher
To the chagrin of his mother
“I once was her. I will be a guest at your next class.”
The trigonometric temptress
Prances like a formula hot rod from paradise
But she is Belladonna of dark magic
For her gaga guy audience.
His mother ...
A professorial seductress bends like a cattail
To write her runes for chalkboard junkies
Algebraic news to fill the pages
Of textbook boys that are her specialty
In a French maid pose for moon-eyed pupils
Johnny reports the preposterous teacher
To the chagrin of his mother
“I once was her. I will be a guest at your next class.”
The trigonometric temptress
Prances like a formula hot rod from paradise
But she is Belladonna of dark magic
For her gaga guy audience.
His mother ...
#mother
#sensual
#son
#college
#seductive
150 reads
4 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 4:21pm
2nd Aug 2022 4:21pm
Happy Birthday, Mom - Part X
You were a very special and unique person until you passed away.
If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday.
You were honest, unselfish and sincere.
You should've won Mother Of The Year.
I would've bought you a cake if you were still alive.
Today is special because your birthday has arrived.
I can't celebrate your birthday with you because you died in 2013.
Your death was very painful, it was the worst thing I've ever seen.
You were always a caring and generous person, that's something that I proclaim.
It saddened...
If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday.
You were honest, unselfish and sincere.
You should've won Mother Of The Year.
I would've bought you a cake if you were still alive.
Today is special because your birthday has arrived.
I can't celebrate your birthday with you because you died in 2013.
Your death was very painful, it was the worst thing I've ever seen.
You were always a caring and generous person, that's something that I proclaim.
It saddened...
#mother
#death
#birthday
#son
#nonfiction
177 reads
0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
11th Jun 2022 6:50am
11th Jun 2022 6:50am
Concerning Lee
I have
Just become
A father.
It was
The happiest moment
In my life.
I hope
I will
Live a life
That
Won’t disappoint him.’
Just become
A father.
It was
The happiest moment
In my life.
I hope
I will
Live a life
That
Won’t disappoint him.’
#love
#father
#honesty
#respect
#son
161 reads
3 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th May 2022 2:35pm
8th May 2022 2:35pm
Mother's Day 2022
Today is Mother's Day of 2022.
But I can not spend it with you.
You died over nine years ago.
Love was what you once showed.
Many people celebrate this day.
But in 2013, you passed away.
Mother's Day is what I tolerate.
It's a day that I can't celebrate.
I can't celebrate but I wish I could.
You died and you're gone for good.
You were a great mother and that's true.
If I could, I would tell you that I love you.
But I can not spend it with you.
You died over nine years ago.
Love was what you once showed.
Many people celebrate this day.
But in 2013, you passed away.
Mother's Day is what I tolerate.
It's a day that I can't celebrate.
I can't celebrate but I wish I could.
You died and you're gone for good.
You were a great mother and that's true.
If I could, I would tell you that I love you.
#mother
#family
#MothersDay
#son
#nonfiction
219 reads
0 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
268 reads
5 Comments
Klera
Poem Published
10th Apr 2022 4:27am
10th Apr 2022 4:27am
For David
Grandma said God took you
and you would become an angel
But you were better for me alive
My only child, my star of David
Three months I've cried
But God ignores me
since that day I gave him thanks
for giving me a baby boy
I must not have said it right
Because god wasted no time
Snatching you so fast
If God were a man
He would be hanged
for all the children he steals
How can grandma worship you
On the day I'm repainting your room
I'm sorry David if its too soon
For God to fit you for wings ...
and you would become an angel
But you were better for me alive
My only child, my star of David
Three months I've cried
But God ignores me
since that day I gave him thanks
for giving me a baby boy
I must not have said it right
Because god wasted no time
Snatching you so fast
If God were a man
He would be hanged
for all the children he steals
How can grandma worship you
On the day I'm repainting your room
I'm sorry David if its too soon
For God to fit you for wings ...
#separation
#son
130 reads
2 Comments
JaniceRain
Poem Published
15th Mar 2022 3:03am
15th Mar 2022 3:03am
I Pray For Your Hands...
I pray you walk side by side. No one leads. No one follows. Fingers entwined, your lives laced together forever.
I pray your hands are always kind and gentle. Fingers running through her hair, caressing her face as you look deeply into her eyes and listen with your heart.
I pray your hands are there for her to lean on when she is feeling uncertain.
To support her, and be her strength when she is weak.
I pray your hands are there to pick her up when she falls.
I pray your hands are used to cheer her on, to be her biggest encourager.
...
I pray your hands are always kind and gentle. Fingers running through her hair, caressing her face as you look deeply into her eyes and listen with your heart.
I pray your hands are there for her to lean on when she is feeling uncertain.
To support her, and be her strength when she is weak.
I pray your hands are there to pick her up when she falls.
I pray your hands are used to cheer her on, to be her biggest encourager.
...
#love
#kindness
#marriage #son
#marriage #son
219 reads
3 Comments
DevonJones409
Poem Published
14th Feb 2022 10:51pm
14th Feb 2022 10:51pm
My boy
Today is the day
Baby born the five, july
Life's beauty discern
Emotions flood, glee
Male arrives healthy, tiny
Take hold, embosom
Love, adoration
Amazing feelings, streaming
Behold baby boy
Gaze, gawk, impressive
Baby boy blue eyes, melting
Grown man's heart, weeping
Joyful tears, rushing
Over the moon, enraptured heart
Blue eyes captivate
Births beauty new life
Dissolving mans stone hard hearts
Heavenly, beaut, baby
Baby born the five, july
Life's beauty discern
Emotions flood, glee
Male arrives healthy, tiny
Take hold, embosom
Love, adoration
Amazing feelings, streaming
Behold baby boy
Gaze, gawk, impressive
Baby boy blue eyes, melting
Grown man's heart, weeping
Joyful tears, rushing
Over the moon, enraptured heart
Blue eyes captivate
Births beauty new life
Dissolving mans stone hard hearts
Heavenly, beaut, baby
#happiness
#love
#memories
#son
#emotions
83 reads
3 Comments
Ms-Krissy
Poem Published
12th Jan 2022 7:12am
12th Jan 2022 7:12am
My Boy
My boy
I hope you always climb the trees
And play in the dirt
I hope you always chase the bees
And find joy splashing in the creek
I hope you always laugh as you try to catch the bugs
And I hope being outside will always be something you love
I hope you always ride a bike
A skate board too
Or maybe a four wheeler
Anything that has wheels will do
I hope these things always bring joy to you
I hope you always enjoy fishing
And skipping rocks along the water
Or in...
I hope you always climb the trees
And play in the dirt
I hope you always chase the bees
And find joy splashing in the creek
I hope you always laugh as you try to catch the bugs
And I hope being outside will always be something you love
I hope you always ride a bike
A skate board too
Or maybe a four wheeler
Anything that has wheels will do
I hope these things always bring joy to you
I hope you always enjoy fishing
And skipping rocks along the water
Or in...
#nature
#son
208 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sons Seeking Friendly Advice
