ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:45pm
Yesterday 6:45pm
Unwanted: Dead or Alive (Part 2)
Speak your pride to fake your dignity
We are sons and daughters by way of mere bloodlines
But God was Father first
How do you measure up by comparison?
Boasting ego
Is there substance to your success
Give me the home makers guide to navigating survival
Show me the blueprints for how to heal the heart
Stay practical and go numb because emotions are anchors
Accepting a relative sense of unresolved dysfunction
Asking money for answers
If pennies buy thoughts how much more for a soul
As if currency is enough to purchase...
We are sons and daughters by way of mere bloodlines
But God was Father first
How do you measure up by comparison?
Boasting ego
Is there substance to your success
Give me the home makers guide to navigating survival
Show me the blueprints for how to heal the heart
Stay practical and go numb because emotions are anchors
Accepting a relative sense of unresolved dysfunction
Asking money for answers
If pennies buy thoughts how much more for a soul
As if currency is enough to purchase...
#disappointment
#father
#frustration
#SelfWorth
#son
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 8:02pm
25th Nov 2024 8:02pm
May I Ask What The Freaking Hell Is Going On Out Here?!
"Keep on giving it to her" was what
Steven heard a neighbor Justin
say before going into
the backyard and seeing
his son Dax naked
and humping Joy
in front of
a film
crew.
Steven heard a neighbor Justin
say before going into
the backyard and seeing
his son Dax naked
and humping Joy
in front of
a film
crew.
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#sex
#son
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 7:57pm
25th Nov 2024 7:57pm
Last Night
He was raped by his father's girlfriend
You think I'm joking!?!?
I wish I was
You think I'm joking!?!?
I wish I was
#abuse
#minimalist
#son #TruthOfLife
#son #TruthOfLife
31 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 7:04pm
23rd Oct 2024 7:04pm
October Poems 2024 >> a fine son
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 23
a fine son
A Birthday Psalm for my Son
Javon Andrew Phillips Bowen (b. October 23)
a fine son is a many-splendoured thing
of which the universe is proud to sing;
for from the loins of one man comes an heir
to celebrate him who, before, was there.
a fine son knows the lineage of the earth,
for in it gales the echoes of his birth,
whose dust to dustman rises from the ground
to rule, with wisdom, choices that abound
to every man...
DAY 23
a fine son
A Birthday Psalm for my Son
Javon Andrew Phillips Bowen (b. October 23)
a fine son is a many-splendoured thing
of which the universe is proud to sing;
for from the loins of one man comes an heir
to celebrate him who, before, was there.
a fine son knows the lineage of the earth,
for in it gales the echoes of his birth,
whose dust to dustman rises from the ground
to rule, with wisdom, choices that abound
to every man...
#birthday
#fatherhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#son
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 2:38pm
12th Oct 2024 2:38pm
Show Your Mother How You Would Pleasure Your Mate
Quick.
Take your
clothes off and
get over here
so you could show your
mother how you would be
able to pleasure your mate
after you both let yourselves
get married. And don't worry about
the camera. It's not recording now.
Take your
clothes off and
get over here
so you could show your
mother how you would be
able to pleasure your mate
after you both let yourselves
get married. And don't worry about
the camera. It's not recording now.
#dialogue
#fiction
#mother
#sex
#son
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oldmanG
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 5:41am
3rd Oct 2024 5:41am
Brutally Honest
Brutally honest
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle...
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle...
#admiration
#father
#music #son
#music #son
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
Dad’s Tool Closet (4/3/1987)
Dad’s tool closet (4/3/1987)
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
#childhood
#father
#memories #son
#memories #son
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 5:12pm
5th Sep 2024 5:12pm
A Liar’s Love
You swallow but you can’t stomach the pride you choke upon
And despite the paradise of a kiss there is no lust worth the gratification that sends a man to hell
Burning alive with a smile while you put up with the life you chose just to never have to admit you were wrong
The pain starts now, in the aftermath of an overrated pleasure
When it’s the high that leaves you in a place of a more devastating let down
You fell for it but you mask the side effects in the shell of your empty defense
Blaming the past on your current state of misery
It’s not...
And despite the paradise of a kiss there is no lust worth the gratification that sends a man to hell
Burning alive with a smile while you put up with the life you chose just to never have to admit you were wrong
The pain starts now, in the aftermath of an overrated pleasure
When it’s the high that leaves you in a place of a more devastating let down
You fell for it but you mask the side effects in the shell of your empty defense
Blaming the past on your current state of misery
It’s not...
#childhood
#father
#parent
#separation
#son
97 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
200 reads
32 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 7:30pm
2nd Aug 2024 7:30pm
A Tragic Life
The boy was raped by his mother's father at 8, 11 & 12 years old
She was raped by her father & uncle at 6, 9, 11 & 14 years old
A year ago, the boy's father left home for another man
The boy wants nothing to do with his mother or her family
He wants to live with them
He eventually moved in with his father & boyfriend at 16
The lifestyle was great at first until the abuse began
He never told anyone about the beatings
The time his arm was broken
Ongoing yelling through the house almost every night
The violence escalated, to...
She was raped by her father & uncle at 6, 9, 11 & 14 years old
A year ago, the boy's father left home for another man
The boy wants nothing to do with his mother or her family
He wants to live with them
He eventually moved in with his father & boyfriend at 16
The lifestyle was great at first until the abuse began
He never told anyone about the beatings
The time his arm was broken
Ongoing yelling through the house almost every night
The violence escalated, to...
#abuse
#murder
#son #violence
#son #violence
99 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 3:46am
12th Jul 2024 3:46am
rules for childhood
avoid putting your toys
away
-or-
taking a bath, bedtime
and doing your homework
play as much as you can
doodle endlessly
laugh and giggle
incessantly
say no to your parents
often
pout well and ask for
forgiveness later
imagine constantly
refuse your veggies
candy is always better
live in the moment
live for today...
tomorrow is too far
away
ask for this, ask for
that
want way too much ...
away
-or-
taking a bath, bedtime
and doing your homework
play as much as you can
doodle endlessly
laugh and giggle
incessantly
say no to your parents
often
pout well and ask for
forgiveness later
imagine constantly
refuse your veggies
candy is always better
live in the moment
live for today...
tomorrow is too far
away
ask for this, ask for
that
want way too much ...
#childhood
#daughter
#family
#parent
#son
133 reads
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 8:04am
9th Jul 2024 8:04am
The Apple
For my stumbling child who
now stacks cracked bricks of grief
till his weathered eyes can not be seen
by winds of warm relief
or sprouting seeds, I grieve
I grieve for tattered skin
and flinch at that scattered manner in which he breathes
I grieve
for battered dreams
buried before the lanterns
left to hang by me
neath natures leaves, meant to light the way
to fortune more decadent than
I was meant to ever see
I grieve
For love deceased ...
now stacks cracked bricks of grief
till his weathered eyes can not be seen
by winds of warm relief
or sprouting seeds, I grieve
I grieve for tattered skin
and flinch at that scattered manner in which he breathes
I grieve
for battered dreams
buried before the lanterns
left to hang by me
neath natures leaves, meant to light the way
to fortune more decadent than
I was meant to ever see
I grieve
For love deceased ...
#family
#son
#trees
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DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sons Seeking Honest Critique
