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
424 reads
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
532 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
236 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
419 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
398 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
689 reads
3 Comments
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
Ryszard
Ryszard
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
541 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th May 2021 5:40am
19th May 2021 5:40am
Maternal Venus of Aloe
Maternal Venus of Aloe
In the kitchen, his Mom asks, “What would you like for supper?”
He replies, “We had pizza the last two nights. That sounds good to me.”
She says, “Let’s mix it up with Lasagna.”
“Are we on an Italian week? The menu here sounds straight out of a Mafioso movie.”
“Maybe you could deliver pizza to help pay the bills.”
He replies, “Then we could afford the movie channels. But you might not approve of my late-night viewing.”
She opens a jar of Shea butter and uses her hand to spread it around...
In the kitchen, his Mom asks, “What would you like for supper?”
He replies, “We had pizza the last two nights. That sounds good to me.”
She says, “Let’s mix it up with Lasagna.”
“Are we on an Italian week? The menu here sounds straight out of a Mafioso movie.”
“Maybe you could deliver pizza to help pay the bills.”
He replies, “Then we could afford the movie channels. But you might not approve of my late-night viewing.”
She opens a jar of Shea butter and uses her hand to spread it around...
#mother
#erotic
#dialogue
#sensual
#son
570 reads
5 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
9th May 2021 3:13pm
9th May 2021 3:13pm
The Ninth Mother's Day
Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished.
The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.
You were such a great person because you cared.
When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair.
You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day.
I knew that life would never be the same again when you passed away.
When you inherited $3600 in 1985, you shared it with my brother and I and Dad.
You were the most unselfish person in the world and when you died, it was so sad.
...
The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.
You were such a great person because you cared.
When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair.
You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day.
I knew that life would never be the same again when you passed away.
When you inherited $3600 in 1985, you shared it with my brother and I and Dad.
You were the most unselfish person in the world and when you died, it was so sad.
...
#mother
#parent
#family
#death
#son
276 reads
1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
5th May 2021 1:58am
5th May 2021 1:58am
Lightning Bolt
A man was too drunk to give his son a ride.
Lightning struck his only son and he died.
He drank too much and his son had to walk to his friend's house.
When he had to bury the son who he lost, he also lost his spouse.
His wife was working at the time and she packed her bags and walked out the door.
She blamed her husband for their son's death and she didn't want to be married to him anymore.
After his wife left him, he was so heart broken that he committed suicide.
He was heart broken because he lost his wife and because his son died.
If he hadn't drank...
Lightning struck his only son and he died.
He drank too much and his son had to walk to his friend's house.
When he had to bury the son who he lost, he also lost his spouse.
His wife was working at the time and she packed her bags and walked out the door.
She blamed her husband for their son's death and she didn't want to be married to him anymore.
After his wife left him, he was so heart broken that he committed suicide.
He was heart broken because he lost his wife and because his son died.
If he hadn't drank...
#dark
#death
#storm
#fiction
#son
321 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sons Seeking Friendly Advice
