Father Son Poems | Examples of Father Son Poetry

I wore my father’s shadow like a festive coat. It took me long to realize it was nothing but a blanket with which I covered my shame of being human....

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I think God is deaf and blind But, God is not dumb I thought He couldn’t feel I thought He had no feelings He gave away all his senses He’s a raving magician Waving his wand making orbits Birthing stars without sperm Destroying lives in every galaxy Does he care about this lonely planet? He gave His eyes to behold Him He gave bees and us...

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The Return The quietness spreads thickly, the atmosphere even thicker. Nature has lost its voice as the house glowers down at him caped in silent stillness; a muscle waiting to twitch! He side-steps the house’s deafening glare, slipping into the secluded garden where nostalgia waits to ambush him with memories unrolled everywhere; hanging in the trees, draped across flower beds lounging on the wooden bench. ...

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We are but patches in life’s quilt— Tangled together, Woven as one. Pull on a thread, Watch us unravel. Ignore my thread, and I disappear. Ragged, jagged knots. Rocks in my fists. Bound in silence, Kneeling like a penitent saint, Hands stigmata-bright on shattered glass. A disciple of death. I watch behind the curtain: Frayed. Treacherous. Mister looks my way. Sad eyes, owlish. Kohl-ringed and ostentatious. Painted into empty space. Looking like a...

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Son, back when I was your age, I wish I'd had "The Talk". Sure, some folks might have tried but they weren't convincing I guess. I wish someone had made me see that my life was my own to master ~ that I was the artist, mighty and accountable. Instead at your age, with bated breath, I waited. I waited to grow up,...

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At a corner table in the morning haze, Steam rose from cups in softened glaze. A couple sat — greyed by time’s hand, But something cracked beneath the bland. He flipped the menu like a sacred test, Each word a blur on a burdened chest. But hunger wasn’t what he fought — It was battles that the world forgot. A waiter came, displaced...

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The world, my son is one big market people buying, people selling some winning, some just walking through. I was once a loud voice in it Trading dreams, chasing deals but today, I feel quiet like the shop is closing. Lying here, I hear something a whisper, maybe a name and I think it’s time to pack my things. Son, listen to me life is trade and timing. When...

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I FEEL SHATTERED INTO PIECES LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR. I CAN'T SEE MY REFLECTION ANYMORE. THERE'S A PIECE OF MY HEART MISSING THAT CAN'T BE REPLACED BY ANYTHING BUT MY SON. I HUG MYSELF TO FEEL COMFORT AND ACT LIKE IT'S MY SON HUGGING ME. WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN I PROMISE.........

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When I was born, there was no one to hold my mind. Only a faded sky and a mother trembling above a forgotten prayer. My thought was born fatherless. And I raised it alone, with hands dirty from paramedics and alphabet. I wrote before I spoke. I spoke before I was heard. And still I search in all the words I never dared to write....

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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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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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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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Let sail this doom and gloom Drinking gasoline with a blue lighter In the morning head up the gangplank The hours till I lay down is a lifetime I’ve become a child drunk on hydrocarbons How will I lay my aching head at night? Isn’t it how I’ll wake up young again? I’m a sailor heading to international waters Fuel in my belly...

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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...

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