son

Learn more about other poetry terms

growing up in this fast pace world I thought at twenty I was a big girl paying for things living alone but there was somthing missing I still was not grown Between the life of a child and an adult 
To My Sons Who Are My Suns All the men in my sons’ lives are ins some type of bondage I look for a better tomorrow, but can’t find it
I watch the water fall and I hear your call coming in. I knew you as a friend and you taught lessons that'll last 'til the end of my sin. We met in high school as young lost souls.
I inhale the aroma of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses, occasional whiff of weed ...   Young son's initiation:  cotton candy,
Is there not a bit of an imp in every boy, a puck, a pixie, rascal or sprite   that beguiles more than pesters, teases not torments - molds a mother's heart   and when it reappears
No Comment Running down blocks Chasing through streets Pulling off covers Ripping up sheets I went to look for my boy last night You saw him play, step high, make strides
I wanted to write a poem about music, but I understood that it is better to write about something true rather than something you feel good about. Now. My mother, she, she has always been there for me. In the highs and lows of my life.
Tell, teach, preach, or indoctrinateby any means necessary.He'll never learn another way.   Balance his needs with your own,or at least, never let him see you struggle.That comes later.  
My seed became my fruit now my branch has been cut away the first truma is always the cutting away. A stranger was allowed into our garden, into our world bringing the mist of heart ache and pain tears.
Dear Mother,   I remember those words that left your mouth  
Dear Morning Air, Do you remember that morning?
hello, pretty baby,  please forgive us for the mess. will you clean it if you can? we’ve been cleaning, but it’s–   today, pretty baby
I see diamonds in velvet, a mother’s dark cloak, draped o’er the earth in a hushed fan of cloth, for she mourns every night for the loss of her sun,
Because I love you I will cry in your presence I will not think twice about giving you a hug I will thank you for everything you've done to change my life I will tell you that I love you I love you Dad
Dear Mom, I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare. I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.   Dear Mom,
A rocket waits to fly From its launchpad In the living room. Helmet on, radio in hand, Two explorers approach.   One room over
His little fingers grip my fingers. Oh so small. His high pitched laughs that I hear from another room Comforts me like a warm blanket in the cool months.
I'm stuck. I'm stuck in the middle. In the middle of a fight I never wanted part of. A fight that shouldn't involve me, but it does.   I hear the yelling and threats and oral abuse.
It was wonderful to have a mother who was so great.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-eight.When you became ill and died, everything went sour.
That bright day bursting with promise, That bright morning beautified by golden sunrays, When my heart is light, When I walk with my head held high, To me, that’s a good day.  
And There I was with my mother with the stumbled soul and already fallen as hard wood and perforated The suffering made me my father in life so fierce the anger of my being to have hope to continue living
He bangs the door in my face in protest. Why do I hurt them that I’m meant to protect? All I see in his eyes is detest. No love left to detect.
A is for air force. It’s Captain Briggs in the jet. The toughest and proudest man that you’ve ever met.   B is for ball, “why can’t you catch?” Dad grumbled as I shaped my small hands for the next.  
Baseball hat, tiny socks, teething rings, alphabet blocks White noise machine, too many toys, all of these things Belong to my little boy 6 months before you, I was just me
This is the fourth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.When you perished, I had to deal with a lot of pain on the inside.When you became ill, I wanted you to get well and so did my brother.
This is the third Mother's Day that has come around since you perished. The love that we felt for one another is something that I'll always cherish.Out of all of the people on Earth, you meant more to me than anyone.
Since you died, this is the second Mother's Day that has come around.Since March of 2013, peace and tranquility aren't things that I've found.You were one of the greatest mothers who ever lived.
Ten little fingers, ten little toes, How did I survive without you, I'll never know. One look into your eyes and I can see all that lies ahead of me Happiness, kisses, love, and hugs
I heard the hurricane  Felt the air pressure change Terrified for my crouching child Holding her as tight as I could Blocking her from danger As my master cracks his whip
I heard the hurricane  Felt the air pressure change Terrified for my crouching child Holding her as tight as I could Blocking her from danger As my master cracks his whip
  Once I had a father, who was strong, hard working, and a good husband That's what I wanted to believe That's what I told myself Who was I fooling?
Where would I be Without you, without me Without breath, without death Where would I be If you hadn't said yes If it had been a different day Where would I be
Because of you, I have a life. Because of you, I have a friend. Because of you, I have a guide. No matter what, No matter when. Because of you, I found a service.
Thank you, Jehovah for giving me such a wonderful mother.Out of all of the women you could've given me for a mom, I'm glad that you didn't choose any other.You gave me such a terrific mother, she was so special and unique.
When I was born in 1971, she was a great mother right from the start.Mom was a warm and caring person because she had a good heart.Her heart was as big as the East Coast.Her death really hurt me because we were so close.
If you hadn't died, today you would've become sixty-six.Your death has proved that a broken heart isn't easy to fix.On the day of your death, I knew that I would loathe the year 2013.
If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
My life would be so much better if you hadn't become sick and died.You were a wonderful person because love was what you supplied.My life would be so much better if you had gotten well.
When Mom died, life lost a lot of its luster.While she lived, everybody could trust her.Everybody could trust her because she was so good.She was wonderful, she helped everybody who she could.
“Worry is a total waste of time.
My dear, sweet boy: You are a blessing like no other  You make my days a little sweeter  Like sugar in my morning cup of coffee  You make my nights a little brighter 
Father What you could never be A hero in the eyes of the boy You couldn't see Believe you'll make the ideology Of a youth quite effectively When you yourself Are blinded by whats beneath
Red is the color of the sun as it rises, warm and spreading across his face. Blue is the color of his eyes, the same as yours, as he looks up to you with pride.
My little baby boy
Dad, this is not me, You have a legacy which I cannot live up to. I’m just a little different than you.   You are strong, it’s obvious. I can see It in your hair and the plump of your knuckles.
People keep staring I just look to the floor Strangers start talking a few more steps to the door. Beep.. Beep.. Beep. Heart racing; too much noise Cheery smile, happy face.
Growing up is scary Time keeps passing by
How different the city lights look
Struggling from a poor village, many dreams of freedom and peace. Im off to make an effort to this privallege The day has come im on my way to succeed. Days and nights of struggles and fear,
You are the one who gave to me my life Along with that guy who calls you his wife. I know that you want what is best for me Even though it may cost you a great fee.   I could not love you more than I do now.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert Sleep was a luxury she can't afford. Always moving and never staying long Trying to look to the future, but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
I one was as a-rottin' As you'd think a man could be I spent my days a-loadin' My 1873  I had no wife to watch me I'd lost her years ago As for my one and only son He had no fights to own 
I remember the day like it was yesterday As we sat there wondering what people would say 3 minutes felt like an eternity Heart racing, body shaking, weak in the knees As she walked out of the bathroom door
If my son were gay,   I’d slap him   With a nice high five.   Because coming out to your dad,   Takes balls that most men don’t have.  
My mother is special kind of woman She is no ordinary mother, for her ways Her ways are different, they are unique As she shows love in various ways
I miss my baby I wonder if he is okay all i hope is that maybe, just maybe I will get to see him one day It's been three years too long I was just fifteen giving you up was wrong
Allow me to set the scene Mother of four One of the most faithful dope fiends To the Four admired as a queen The oldest only 16 Father figure to the youngest 3 No help offered Because she aint clean
Another way I dissapoint my father. Shocker. But I can't help it, no matter what anybody thinks. It's not my fault my father decided not to use a condom. It's not my fault
My eyes open to the dimly lit interior of my parents' Ford Windstar. I see my parents in the front seats. They rest before the Sun brings the dawn of the new day and awakens my weary protectors. My parents.
My son: Brighter in the summertime, but easier to lose, as the moisture in the humid air makes you slip through my fingers. Such hopes I had for you to take over the family business.
My mother is a soldier
His night is rough and bleak Tears run down his cheeks As the rain pours and slaps the ground His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound For he knows the consequence of yelling
When my hips make like prayer books, and I have a son I will tell him: my father is weak but doctors mistake it for heart disease. Those doctors are fools. They don't know of the lack of childhood
Ten year old boy holds his mother tight to his chest as she once held him. Now he protects her as best a boy can, knowing only the unknown. His over sized shirt stained with his mother's tears
You sped past burning stars And traveled light-years to get here. Today, you inspire hope in mankind All while fighting evil and fear. The last of your kind, Considered a god among men,
I’m sick of these family ties holding me back, And if I ever tried to leave you’d be right there to put me right on track. Chastise me and ridicule me for everything I lack. Ask me how I am I’ll lie and say I’m grand.
His dad always told him “You can do anything Be anything” And he believed him Some days he was a Dancer Director Dentist Or even a Dinosaur But never was he a doctor.
Subscribe to son