BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
267 reads
5 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 6:00pm
16th Sep 2021 6:00pm
TRUE BLUE
Waking up everyday
Wearing the uniform
To serve and protect
Reporting for duty
Investigating complaints, crimes and other incidents to keep the communities safe
However not everybody with a badge treats it with the honour it truly deserves
Those criminals in the force destroy the work of those good few who are still left
To the point where people look at them with mistrust
Never able to speak out even when in distress
Letting all sort of things slide
While handling this and that on the sly
When a mother saw her son join these...
Wearing the uniform
To serve and protect
Reporting for duty
Investigating complaints, crimes and other incidents to keep the communities safe
However not everybody with a badge treats it with the honour it truly deserves
Those criminals in the force destroy the work of those good few who are still left
To the point where people look at them with mistrust
Never able to speak out even when in distress
Letting all sort of things slide
While handling this and that on the sly
When a mother saw her son join these...
#sadness
#mother
#death
#emptiness
#son
442 reads
4 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
28th May 2021 9:10pm
28th May 2021 9:10pm
A Civil War Trilogy
William Joseph Grady was born on Friday May 16th. 1845 at his family's farm in Dalton, Georgia, eighty miles or so north of Atlanta and close to the state border with Tennessee. His parents were William and Martha Grady and young William Joseph, Billy-Joe, was their first child. By the time Billy-Joe was ten years old he had been joined by two brothers and a sister. William senior had taken over the farm from his own late father, Joseph, in 1840 therefore it was already quite well established and easily able to sustain the Grady family. Martha, though, had been raised in the city of...
#brother
#family
#separation
#son
#responsibility
223 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
423 reads
5 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 7:01pm
12th Apr 2021 7:01pm
child support
heritage from a land,
of “stand tall like a man”,
your legacy and you
a sure bet,
a mini you to love,
identity a glove,
offspring is a man’s
greatest asset,
spouting the pride,
but when needed to guide,
your self-centered nature
sows regrets,
no support,
none in the mail,
always a mad rail
and tall tell to sell,
“fuck support”
is what you say,
“you go to hell”
“there ain’t no way”,
“I’ll stay in a 6 by 8
before I...
of “stand tall like a man”,
your legacy and you
a sure bet,
a mini you to love,
identity a glove,
offspring is a man’s
greatest asset,
spouting the pride,
but when needed to guide,
your self-centered nature
sows regrets,
no support,
none in the mail,
always a mad rail
and tall tell to sell,
“fuck support”
is what you say,
“you go to hell”
“there ain’t no way”,
“I’ll stay in a 6 by 8
before I...
#support
#respect
#daughter
#son
#responsibility
345 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 4:44am
26th Mar 2021 4:44am
“Wish You Were Still Here” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 29/8/2020
I Really ...
“ Wish You Were Still Here !!! “
Because of Those Years ...
When You Filled My Ears ...
With Words of Wisdom ...
And of ... LOVE ...
When You Chose To Be ...
The Type Who’d See ...
Past Chasing MONEY ...
And Acting ... FUNNY ... !!!
I Wish You Were Able To Observe ...
How It Is You Served To Help Me Learn ...
And Become The Man That I Now Am ... !!!
You Stood SO FIRM ...
And Did NOT Squirm ...
In The Face of Hurt ...
That You DIDN’T DESERVE ... !!! ...
“ Wish You Were Still Here !!! “
Because of Those Years ...
When You Filled My Ears ...
With Words of Wisdom ...
And of ... LOVE ...
When You Chose To Be ...
The Type Who’d See ...
Past Chasing MONEY ...
And Acting ... FUNNY ... !!!
I Wish You Were Able To Observe ...
How It Is You Served To Help Me Learn ...
And Become The Man That I Now Am ... !!!
You Stood SO FIRM ...
And Did NOT Squirm ...
In The Face of Hurt ...
That You DIDN’T DESERVE ... !!! ...
#love
#mother
#family
#memories
#son
277 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 11:18pm
27th Feb 2021 11:18pm
Maternal Venus Rides The Soul Cycle
Maternal Venus Rides The Soul Cycle
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
...
#mother
#rebirth
#dialogue
#sensual
#son
266 reads
6 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
Mum Sample!
On mummy day we just jubiliate..
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
326 reads
2 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
19th Jul 2020 4:15pm
19th Jul 2020 4:15pm
Son-Day-School
I got some knowledge
of my own I would like
to share with the youth
Some of the values
that you were being
taught is not the truth
What you got to prove?
A little influence and
a little power to show
that you have the juice
Y'all taking up time
fighting against each other
When you should be fighting
For your Sister and Mother
Genetically modified seeds
Is what this generation breeds
Real love and real education
about real history is what the
youth needs
When you speak of...
of my own I would like
to share with the youth
Some of the values
that you were being
taught is not the truth
What you got to prove?
A little influence and
a little power to show
that you have the juice
Y'all taking up time
fighting against each other
When you should be fighting
For your Sister and Mother
Genetically modified seeds
Is what this generation breeds
Real love and real education
about real history is what the
youth needs
When you speak of...
#teens
#school
#philosophical #son
#philosophical #son
417 reads
10 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 7:04pm
24th Jun 2020 7:04pm
FFS Fathers Day
Happy Fathers Day David
Thank you, David
So How was your Day
Oh it was a fantastic time
It was?
Yes! texts, phone calls, a card and parcelled gifts
Did you have A Special dinner?
yes, Steak and all the trimings
Any cake David/
Chocolate cake and ice cream of course
Bet you had a few shots
yup a few spiced rums
A real party atmosphere of celebration?
Erm,....... Not really
Oh! Why not really?
Well what I got may surprise you: ...
Thank you, David
So How was your Day
Oh it was a fantastic time
It was?
Yes! texts, phone calls, a card and parcelled gifts
Did you have A Special dinner?
yes, Steak and all the trimings
Any cake David/
Chocolate cake and ice cream of course
Bet you had a few shots
yup a few spiced rums
A real party atmosphere of celebration?
Erm,....... Not really
Oh! Why not really?
Well what I got may surprise you: ...
#children
#betrayal
#daughter #son
#daughter #son
399 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa - Rewrite
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
#mother
#dialogue
#son
396 reads
4 Comments
Sexyseaschelle
Poem Published
6th Apr 2020 00:33am
6th Apr 2020 00:33am
For my son
I know you don't think much of me.
I know I'm not that great.
I know sometimes you look at me and your eyes are filled w hate.
I can't undo what has been done ,
The past is set in stone .
I can't get back your childhood years,
And now your almost grown .
I thought I knew how fast time flew,
But I realized much to late .
I can't force love into your heart
If already there is hate.
I can't take back the pain you feel,
The damage has been done .
All I can do is try to prove ,
How much I love you son.
I...
I know I'm not that great.
I know sometimes you look at me and your eyes are filled w hate.
I can't undo what has been done ,
The past is set in stone .
I can't get back your childhood years,
And now your almost grown .
I thought I knew how fast time flew,
But I realized much to late .
I can't force love into your heart
If already there is hate.
I can't take back the pain you feel,
The damage has been done .
All I can do is try to prove ,
How much I love you son.
I...
#father
#parent
#separation #son
#separation #son
481 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Sons
