wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Aug 2022 7:54am
29th Aug 2022 7:54am
Where Did the Time Go?
I’ve always loved every picture of you
Especially when you’d flash those big eyes
You are such a remarkable character
You usually give us quite a surprise
I always enjoy watching old home videos
When you’d walk in like you owned the room
Or like that time when you’re barely four
Explaining how the fireworks go boom!
I always laugh reading some of the old posts
The discussions we had - just between us
How many times I told you “Don’t tell monkey”
But then I found myself under the bus
Your humor, your sarcasm, your...
Especially when you’d flash those big eyes
You are such a remarkable character
You usually give us quite a surprise
I always enjoy watching old home videos
When you’d walk in like you owned the room
Or like that time when you’re barely four
Explaining how the fireworks go boom!
I always laugh reading some of the old posts
The discussions we had - just between us
How many times I told you “Don’t tell monkey”
But then I found myself under the bus
Your humor, your sarcasm, your...
#children
#birthday
#son
236 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 5:15pm
18th Jan 2023 5:15pm
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
60 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 4:45am
21st Feb 2021 4:45am
17 and 11/12ths
He's sobbing, overwhelmed
on the edge of adulthood
desperate to be told who he is
while balking against all limits
A joy and a treasure since birth,
what a gift that he shares
this tender heart,
this need for mom's hugs
And if I could, I'd relieve his confusion
But all my wisdom feels useless.
I know now,
I will have to witness
him gathering his own.
on the edge of adulthood
desperate to be told who he is
while balking against all limits
A joy and a treasure since birth,
what a gift that he shares
this tender heart,
this need for mom's hugs
And if I could, I'd relieve his confusion
But all my wisdom feels useless.
I know now,
I will have to witness
him gathering his own.
#love
#teens
#son
297 reads
14 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
16th Dec 2021 10:45pm
16th Dec 2021 10:45pm
He's Positively UnProcessed Grown.
Why do u treat him like a Naughty little boy,
Five, or worse, Four!
He's a
Grown----- Grown----- Grown---- Grown----- Grown----- Grown-----
M-----_----_-
-----A
-----------N--------------------_--_--NOT A PIECE OF PROCESSED HAM!------------.
Five, or worse, Four!
He's a
Grown----- Grown----- Grown---- Grown----- Grown----- Grown-----
M-----_----_-
-----A
-----------N--------------------_--_--NOT A PIECE OF PROCESSED HAM!------------.
#mother
#son
296 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 4:53pm
28th Sep 2022 4:53pm
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
130 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
Poem Published
15th May 2020 6:32pm
15th May 2020 6:32pm
YOU'RE MY SON
They say sometimes the best part of your life stories are the memories, that keeps you going as a real man for the greatest thing ever to happen to a real man, is to be able to appreciate and love his son as father to son. For it doesn't really matter if that child and son isn't biologically your child, for what truly matters the most is that you stepped up to the plate to be able to deal with the process of his growth into being a man. The truth of the matter only a real man can teach a young boy to grow, to be a strong man of strength and courage with understanding and respect for his...
#father
#childhood
#son #responsibility
#son #responsibility
560 reads
8 Comments
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
rubyredheart
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 4:27am
8th Nov 2022 4:27am
Conversations with a 6 year old
Given the choice
To jump forward or back
He said he’d jump ahead
In the future
‘till Dead
Then come back & share
The experience there
In the grave…
To jump forward or back
He said he’d jump ahead
In the future
‘till Dead
Then come back & share
The experience there
In the grave…
#death
#philosophical
#son
68 reads
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
4th Jul 2021 11:28pm
4th Jul 2021 11:28pm
Craftsman
With infinite care and patience
a craftsman bends over his labor
using tools of love and compassion
the work becomes his meaning
and the meaning becomes his life
with toil and sweat and time
building a foundation for the soul
of strength and respect and courage
the raw materials of creation
he labors night and day unceasing
constructing welcoming doorways
bright windows for the spirit
and walls to weather the storm
the work is never really finished
something always needs repair
but trusting to his craftsmanship ...
a craftsman bends over his labor
using tools of love and compassion
the work becomes his meaning
and the meaning becomes his life
with toil and sweat and time
building a foundation for the soul
of strength and respect and courage
the raw materials of creation
he labors night and day unceasing
constructing welcoming doorways
bright windows for the spirit
and walls to weather the storm
the work is never really finished
something always needs repair
but trusting to his craftsmanship ...
#father
#uplifting
#son #wisdom
#son #wisdom
305 reads
2 Comments
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