Son Poems
#son
Son poems, here you'll find poetry by mothers and fathers about their sons. Son poetry about love, joy, pride and family. Also poems about the challenges of bringing up a son, both in terms of family relationships and boys in wider society.
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The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
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The Boy from the Moon
inspired by the song, "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry and Susan Chapin]
Cats and cradles
a silver spoon,
a disappointment
to the boy on the moon.
A baby born
it's an exciting May,
but must work right now
many a bill to pay.
Growing up
and wanting to play,
can't right now
but we will, someday.
Please, come and sit
I've something to say,
sorry, my son,
no time for delay.
Time has passed
and he's gone away,
wish he'd come home
for a while to stay.
But...
Cats and cradles
a silver spoon,
a disappointment
to the boy on the moon.
A baby born
it's an exciting May,
but must work right now
many a bill to pay.
Growing up
and wanting to play,
can't right now
but we will, someday.
Please, come and sit
I've something to say,
sorry, my son,
no time for delay.
Time has passed
and he's gone away,
wish he'd come home
for a while to stay.
But...
#sadness
#SelfReflection
#disappointment #son
#disappointment #son
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Molly
I am between you and her helix
induction of the pneuma is voided
erase the statutes and bleed in
it is not of this world or verse
love is the pinnacle of need
I greed you, greetings, I greet you
in the stellar thrall we groan
blurring miracles with magic
mischief is on the air
I can taste the disease
sunlit whore abandon this
a bad son who said?
Abaddon Adonai I am coming sun
inter the Rebellion and set it off
it is coming enter the great chasm and see visions
it will be in time, times two
then...
induction of the pneuma is voided
erase the statutes and bleed in
it is not of this world or verse
love is the pinnacle of need
I greed you, greetings, I greet you
in the stellar thrall we groan
blurring miracles with magic
mischief is on the air
I can taste the disease
sunlit whore abandon this
a bad son who said?
Abaddon Adonai I am coming sun
inter the Rebellion and set it off
it is coming enter the great chasm and see visions
it will be in time, times two
then...
#love
#angels
#son
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Talk About A Mother's Embarrassment
Josh went
into one room
and saw some chick on the
bed tied down, blindfolded and with
her undies on before he said "Hi, Mom."
into one room
and saw some chick on the
bed tied down, blindfolded and with
her undies on before he said "Hi, Mom."
#mother
#BDSM
#fiction
#dialogue
#son
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Postmortem Letter
With calloused hands
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
#father
#childhood
#memories
#son
#responsibility
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Snowy night
Shades of green hid in white
Temperatures low snow covered night
Roamed these mountains enjoying the sight.
Enjoy nature and a wonderful life.
Maddie and max covered in blankets
Warm by the fire place awaiting a new year.
Little hearts in a dream
Lay peaceful kiddos dad's got the night
Past pale calling of the moonlight
Adjusted remnants of a time now gone.
Temperatures low snow covered night
Roamed these mountains enjoying the sight.
Enjoy nature and a wonderful life.
Maddie and max covered in blankets
Warm by the fire place awaiting a new year.
Little hearts in a dream
Lay peaceful kiddos dad's got the night
Past pale calling of the moonlight
Adjusted remnants of a time now gone.
#happiness
#gratitude
#admiration
#daughter
#son
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New Year's Eve
On this new year's Eve
We lay on each other's side
Our fingers entwine
As we hold each other's hand
Tonight is different
From the other new year's Eve
We had before 2023
The festive mood is absent
We are both pensive
Lost in thought as we think
About our son sleeping on the next room
Who just had his first acquaintance with alcohol
Both of us were shocked
To see him in a state of intoxication
We never expected him to take a sip of alcohol
And this is the first time that we have to deal with it as...
We lay on each other's side
Our fingers entwine
As we hold each other's hand
Tonight is different
From the other new year's Eve
We had before 2023
The festive mood is absent
We are both pensive
Lost in thought as we think
About our son sleeping on the next room
Who just had his first acquaintance with alcohol
Both of us were shocked
To see him in a state of intoxication
We never expected him to take a sip of alcohol
And this is the first time that we have to deal with it as...
#mother
#parent
#family #son
#family #son
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breathe
find me in my solemn hours when I am most present
hurt has called upon me from the universes where I was wandering
I come back in need's regret
my son is fighting for his life
I will not relent I stand with him
warring the angels and demons who would collect him
he's not ready yet
so if you would allow a moment to breathe
this mother requests a favor
if needs be take my son home
suffer the doubt and welcome him in
I need to hear it from your mouth
it's time
weeps time, his life too short
I blame...
hurt has called upon me from the universes where I was wandering
I come back in need's regret
my son is fighting for his life
I will not relent I stand with him
warring the angels and demons who would collect him
he's not ready yet
so if you would allow a moment to breathe
this mother requests a favor
if needs be take my son home
suffer the doubt and welcome him in
I need to hear it from your mouth
it's time
weeps time, his life too short
I blame...
#love
#son
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Sphinx
My father was a silent man,
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
#father
#parent
#memories
#separation
#son
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Terrible two
You'll always love them.
Wonder why the do what they do.
Handsome little fellow.
His wild nature is true.
I'll do my best to raise him how to be a man.
Staying real to you.
Lord it's hard to handle in their terrible twos
Wonder why the do what they do.
Handsome little fellow.
His wild nature is true.
I'll do my best to raise him how to be a man.
Staying real to you.
Lord it's hard to handle in their terrible twos
#love
#kindness
#family
#admiration
#son
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Professorial Temptress
Professorial Temptress
A professorial seductress bends like a cattail
To write her runes for chalkboard junkies
Algebraic news to fill the pages
Of textbook boys that are her specialty
In a French maid pose for moon-eyed pupils
Johnny reports the preposterous teacher
To the chagrin of his mother
“I once was her. I will be a guest at your next class.”
The trigonometric temptress
Prances like a formula hot rod from paradise
But she is Belladonna of dark magic
For her gaga guy audience.
His mother ...
A professorial seductress bends like a cattail
To write her runes for chalkboard junkies
Algebraic news to fill the pages
Of textbook boys that are her specialty
In a French maid pose for moon-eyed pupils
Johnny reports the preposterous teacher
To the chagrin of his mother
“I once was her. I will be a guest at your next class.”
The trigonometric temptress
Prances like a formula hot rod from paradise
But she is Belladonna of dark magic
For her gaga guy audience.
His mother ...
#mother
#sensual
#son
#college
#seductive
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Estrangement
Suddenly it all explodes.
Years of dynamite left dormant in
a seam of canyon somewhere west of here,
blowing up bundle by bundle until
the whole formation, built on years
as much as rock, collapses into naught.
You gave them a chance to respond,
to bridge the gap the canyon forged.
Silence was their reply,
and so the switch at last was thrown,
reducing that relationship
to rubble in the noonday sun.
Years of dynamite left dormant in
a seam of canyon somewhere west of here,
blowing up bundle by bundle until
the whole formation, built on years
as much as rock, collapses into naught.
You gave them a chance to respond,
to bridge the gap the canyon forged.
Silence was their reply,
and so the switch at last was thrown,
reducing that relationship
to rubble in the noonday sun.
#father
#family
#separation #son
#separation #son
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