LillyValleyPoems
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:32am
23rd Jan 2025 11:32am
A Letter To My Fear
#son
35 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 11:15pm
20th Jan 2025 11:15pm
Father and his son, the wimp
The boy turned fifteen. His father bought him a shotgun. He taught his son how to load, clean and shoot the gun. He would say, "Kid you've got to stand up for yourself, always." He would make the boy shoot round after round, his shoulder would ache. He would rather read comics, go on his phone, and jerk off like any normal teenager. He didn't like going to the rifle range with his father. The place gave him the creeps.
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
#bullying
#father
#ShortStory #son
#ShortStory #son
51 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 10:47pm
20th Dec 2024 10:47pm
Glass Abortions (Cauldron Kill Series)
#dirty
#evil
#mother
#rejection
#son
60 reads
2 Comments
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
56 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 10:45am
25th Jun 2024 10:45am
On His Anniversary
Every time my wife enters the pool, she can't keep her head above the water
It would look as though she was drowning
I would jump in and save her from the deep end
I'd say, stay in the shallow section, over here
She wouldn't say much and just shake her head
Luckily, I have a lock on the gate, which surrounds the entire in ground pool
I'm the only one that knows the code
I don't allow her near the pool, unless I'm nearby
I needed to install this a few years back, since a tragedy occurred
Our son, who was 4 years old went by the edge of the pool and...
It would look as though she was drowning
I would jump in and save her from the deep end
I'd say, stay in the shallow section, over here
She wouldn't say much and just shake her head
Luckily, I have a lock on the gate, which surrounds the entire in ground pool
I'm the only one that knows the code
I don't allow her near the pool, unless I'm nearby
I needed to install this a few years back, since a tragedy occurred
Our son, who was 4 years old went by the edge of the pool and...
#death
#family
#son
#suicide
#tragedy
216 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 6:08pm
16th Jun 2024 6:08pm
In Exile
I know things got off on the wrong foot right from the start
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
#Autism
#father
#separation #son
#separation #son
243 reads
4 Comments
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
173 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
162 reads
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Johnny707
Poem Published
10th Oct 2023 00:13am
10th Oct 2023 00:13am
A Fathers heart
In the depths of a father's soul, a story unfolds,
Of sacrifice and pain, too great to be told.
For in the shadows, I silently carry the weight,
Protecting my children, their futures secure and straight.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
I labor on, my love never sways.
For my children's dreams, my heart does bleed,
A silent warrior, fulfilling every need.
In my tired eyes, wisdom lines lie deep,
Etched by battles fought, secrets I'll forever keep.
I shield them from the darkness that may come,
Guiding them...
Of sacrifice and pain, too great to be told.
For in the shadows, I silently carry the weight,
Protecting my children, their futures secure and straight.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
I labor on, my love never sways.
For my children's dreams, my heart does bleed,
A silent warrior, fulfilling every need.
In my tired eyes, wisdom lines lie deep,
Etched by battles fought, secrets I'll forever keep.
I shield them from the darkness that may come,
Guiding them...
#children
#family
#daughter
#son
#responsibility
354 reads
3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
204 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
314 reads
5 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
502 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Sons
