Son Daughter Poems | Examples
These Son Daughter poems are examples of Daughter poems about Son. These are the best examples of Daughter Son poems written by international poets.
It's difficult to define a father precisely
So, let's imagine how a father would be
A father may be figuratively similar to these:
A starting point, a fulcrum, a roof, a piece of land
A mountain, a sky, a star, a beam of sunshine
A lamp, a mirror, a book, a guide,a set of minds,
...
I reckon a father can be similar to each of them
if he is viewed from different perspectives
However, fatherhood will not be fairly defined
If all the pieces above aren't yet combined ?
It's a far reaching stretch,
Large people has flooded in,
I am not alone,
My father has held my brothers hand pretty strong;
As he makes the path in between
I too am catching up ,
A carnival is yet to come
Huge creatures approached
as we stood in front .
Loud drums and hustling crowd
papa speaks to his friends around ,
But I did see his one hand still held
By that little guy on the ground,
Through a distance ,
there was this white eyed, black teeth shabby clothed crow like guy
Running right at the crowd ,
Wherever he went , people gasped.
And As he was approaching ,
I already took a few steps back
He came right at my brothers face,
And He curled up to my father's legs
leaving everyone awestruck
Then restoring to our places ,
People laughed .
It's a far reaching stretch,
Life is filled with strange people
I am not alone ,
But I too would love
To hold my father's hand .
With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns
Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'
Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather
Love without fingers
a current that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps
Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood
I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you interrupt her breath
into her child's new lungs,
and a simple harmony sang
She's now a bee to become....
I taught my little daughter
how to ford the raging water.
And I taught my little son
how to calm a storm not yet begun.
Just so they would know ~ how it is done.
I wish I could put into words the love a mother has for her child. It is a depth that no one else can reach. They are my existence; they are my breath. My children illuminate my soul and give my life purpose. It's like seeing the world for the first time. They are so innocent and only see beauty, love and compassion. There is no place that holds me to earth like being in their presence. They are the meaning of life. They are the greatest thing I will ever do and the greatest love I will ever know.
You will know your dad
when you too became a dad!
You shall feel glad
when you realize, he was your launch pad!
You will appreciate his wisdom
when you shoulder responsibilities of the kingdom!
You will realize his care
when he was dissolved into the air!
You will dearly miss him
when alone, against the tides of life, you swim!
You shall honour his glory
when you will appreciate his story!
You shall praise, he is the prize
while he is alive and if you are wise!
Dedicated to all Fathers on this International Father's Day (third Sunday of June)!
mother child
nestled encircled
sings a lullaby shouts rebuke
forever giving endless forgiving
cuddles with soft hands scolds with look of eyes
a candle that gently guides a flint that fires up the child
kisses heals with tender grace hugs forgives all falls from grace
silence teaches more than words songs unsung are yet always heard
soft hands set child free yielding never losing touch
endless is the sacrifice small are the rewards
beholds the dawn relishes the dusk
laughs out loud weeps in silence
never ever forgotten
beget begotten
one all
Happy mothers day
To all my female family and my female friends
You was blessed from up above when they sent you a child or children to love . They saw that your heart had a void so they sent you a girl/ boy
Someone who could fill that space and be held in your warm embrace .
No one can say when GOD will decide to take them away , but in your heart they will forever stay .
(C) poetlou 051125
Mom, you're the sunshine of my life.
You're a dedicated worker, a wonderful wife,
Someone who doesn't take no mess,
Gives me comfort whenever I'm stressed;
Encourages me to do my best,
And never loves me any less.
How can I repay you for all you've done?
You have provided for your daughter and son.
You prepared me for bed with storybook in hand,
Tells me jokes, singing songs with the band;
Made my delicious meals, shipped me to school,
And made sure Mama didn't raise no fool.
I dedicate this poem with gratitude and love,
To our awesome mother blessed by God above.
You're an inspiration and a great role model, too:
Enjoy this day made especially for you.
Happy Mother's Day!
Picture this
You're eight years old, in your bedroom,
playing with your favorite stuffed animals.
But not far from your door, the sounds of raised voices echo-voices that do not sound happy.
You shift your focus back to your toys:
Three different teddy bears.
One is the daddy, one is the mommy, and one is the daughter.
You make the bears do the opposite of those raised voices.
You give them calm, inviting tones, words that are loving, nurturing-the words that would heal your inner child.
As your focus sinks deeper into this world you've made, a light smile forms on your face.
Until,
the sound of your bedroom door creaking open.
You look up to see your mother, her face covered in exhaustion.
She tells you to go to bed, and so you do, gathering all your teddies close.
Because tonight, you want to be part of the wholesome life you've created for them. ~ B.J
I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young version of me—
rocking and singing a lullaby
to my newborn baby girl,
with a full head of dark hair.
By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair—
a million-dollar family.
Sighing contently, I hold them close to me.
A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
My sweetness, from you, my first meal,
Exclusively for six.
And for many more months after~
The grub that made me tick.
You'd go hungry for me to eat.
Still my tum begs for more
What yours for days has been denied,
For hunger there to roar.
Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes,
Then you fall down and faint.
Still you rise just to find me food,
Your hunger no restraint.
More I grow, so your sacrifice.
You forsake your pleasure~
For me to have a great future.
To you, I'm your treasure.
Why Mama becomes my best word~
On my lips, just your praise.
I care not what anyone thinks.
In my heart, your love stays.
Your face now wrinkled by old age,
More, to me, you're pretty.
Tell me Mama how to pay back,
I'll pay to show pity.
The father you do not know,
loved you since the day you were born.
Held you carefully in his arms
and promised to always keep you warm.
The father you do not know,
never wanted you to see him weak.
He held you up so high,
so you could reach the sky.
The father you do not know,
sacrificed his own needs.
Even when he was broken and tired,
he ensured you got what you desired.
The father you do not know,
hid his own personal achievements.
His heart only cared about your progress
and was so jubilant in your success.
The father you do not know,
was silly to be so stubborn.
He found it difficult to explain
his dysfunctional sorrow and pain.
He hid it all inside,
you thought it was his pride,
but it was his inner child,
who made him feel exiled.
The father you do not know,
still sang your childhood song.
He was once your hero so strong,
until you thought he had done you wrong.
The father you do not know,
left this world today.
Whispered your name with his last breath,
I hope he finds his peace in death.
Give me the ministerial seat
I labored months to breed kings,
Fingers cramped to feed queens,
With a long list of wishes to fulfill.
Give me the ministerial seat
I wept in secret,
And smiled with no morsel in my belly.
I became all— even god.
Give me the ministerial seat
I toiled the ground to bear fruit,
Nourishment I only glimpsed,
Never tasting its flavorful essence.
Give me the ministerial seat
I carried their pains and struggles,
Even on days we fed only on tales,
Wishing the night would last forever.
Give me the ministerial seat
Life is measured in miles,
But I have walked a lifetime in pain,
Their faces— my only source of joy.
Give me the ministerial seat
For I am Woman.