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
443 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
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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
348 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
527 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
768 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
389 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
567 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
750 reads
3 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
429 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
453 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
465 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
595 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Sons
