Son Poems | Examples of Son Poetry

My son, When the ancestors lit the candle of your destiny, We sang for you in the wind, We carved your name into the stars And called you Moses for your people. But you— You danced in marble halls built on bones, You became fluent in the language of betrayal. They did not give you power— They gave you a costume, A borrowed mask with...

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Come with me and have a drink to my favourite Irish Inn as winter gales across glens do blow take life, a bit , more slow He stood in front of oak wood bar his drink upon the table he hadn't traveled very far by horseback he was able He was a handsome strong built guy and the apple in mothers...

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It was on one early summer morn that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn told a frightful story, meant to warn her son, Pop, just recently born. "Pop", it said, her darling boy to save, "Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave. In the sun and breeze, I was brave, but you must listen up and behave. You're...

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So what’s your excuse for a blind date? My boyfriend cheated on me, what’s yours? Caught my mum in bed with my girlfriend. Did you say anything? No, she was on top, so I didn’t want to do anything Did you tell your Dad No, my Dad's girlfriend killed him when she found out he was married. Wow, you don’t have a...

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I found a bunch of letters Dated 1993, Which were written by my son from camp And forwarded to me. It was his first time staying there, For one month, in a bunk. He was away, with new routines And he was in a funk. His letters said he missed us And was homesick just at night. Aside from that, it seemed that he Was managing...

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Living in an open book, I am everywhere I look, I thought I took a wrong turn, Feeling the fire burn, I yearn for peace. Releasing my hold, Dropping the load, Eroding into the landscape, There's no need to escape, The lesson is taking shape, I am the paper, The vapor in the air, I...

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His days he spent pleasantly as befit his soft upbringing running the family business counting the money pouring in leaving the real work to his brother ...

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Mothers don't let your children grow up to be soldiers and march off to battle without remorse or of course a thought of regret to get in the way boys playing follow the leader 'We're only following orders' the young may say yet greed and stupidity is the name of the game either for land or in God's name history has taught nothing on judging it seems and trudging...

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Singing and dancing, as the last to arrive, he outshone his brothers in the Jackson Five. Moonwalking across the stage, he was quite the fancy dancer, but what happened to his other glove, is a question no one can answer. Comparing the early to his later work, you can hear it when he sings, Michael the 'King of Pop', put a new complexion on things. But in...

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Empty work resists an empty home Too much to bear without clinking bottles Swaying in a plastic bag like seasick genies Empty life finding harbor in emptiness Even if it’s something to feel guilty again It’s like welcoming Legions for guests Something to keep depression company Keep them occupied, let them kill the hours The hours are Prometheus dripping red Why does my...

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He's closed the blinds. His twilight dawns. A midday reverie. Within his mind, a vision spawns, awash in mystery. * A levee bursts, torrents crash free— a castle from a dream. Atop his throne, court bent on knee, all hail: "Long live the King!" * Then suddenly, the hall doors boom. "A beast! A beast has come!" As herald wails, and dread consumes: "The end! The...

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Daddy drove a truck I'm a trucker's son I'll be driving eighteen wheelers 'til my trucking days are done Momma lives for trucks looking good under the hood born in a cab I have trucking in the blood and it takes air brakes truck stops weigh stations too pedal to the metal coming on through fired up wired up shifting gears running on caffeine it's music to my ears I...

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A crown of thorns it had to be He cried out in anguish from that tree No one would listen, no one cared Then John said brother please be still Your Father in heaven for you awaits You mean the world and more to Him God said for You, My Son, I'll wait...

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God’s blessings Cover me Like the Son and gold sun rays No guessing I know He’s got me Father is so good in every way He gives me A perfect peace In the middle of life’s storm He’s choosing me And using me Feel so little my hearts warm (Bridge) Amen He’s a friend indeed His light shines inside of me Chorus Joy comes in the Dawn The Dawn He gives me Spiritual...

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I woke up this morning from a dream. On the coffee table, I saw a magazine - my father's Field and Stream, and I remembered how he wanted to take me to a place he went with his own father in an earlier time and space, to nature's rugged, wild Elysian fields, where boys and men could bond, like a...

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