Like A Son Poems - Poems about Like A Son

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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Need I my dear son Show you the light of sun Or teach you how to croon Under a half or a full moon.. You seem to learn and know As you live, bond and grow How to successful be While trying to be.. Should I my dear son Tell you how to be the one Or for you life...

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Games at the baby shower ...

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when I was too small for words, my mother would dream me. I’d say “A” and she understood I wanted eternity. The next day, she’d place it in my spoon....

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her hands did not turn on light bulbs. they were light bulbs, they were clay vessels through which flowed a light tired from too much godliness. when she entered the room, it wasn’t her who entered, it was a silence that had lost its voice in a burned temple, and had come searching for it inside me. the angel beneath the bed came out 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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Sintered from the dust of dying stars This vessel of mine was, By hands that reached down Through the veil above, And together with one generous breath Bestowed upon it This uncanny spark—this soul— That man so very hubristically Dared to name so. From the tenderest of age, I felt a magnetic pull— A silent tug upon my heart, And upon that uncanny spark— To cede way to...

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Let me tell you a story, that took place on a night in Amsterdam, where the hotel lights seemed to flicker in my native tongue. I was beside a lady, not my mother, but something deeper than all bloodlines combined. The kind of woman who doesn’t ask what weighs on you, but knows, as if you had met in a dream not yet deciphered. A being...

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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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In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained and trapped where my peace of mind had once before collapsed. The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage to aloofly leave behind. It’s...

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Praise God the father and our creator. Praise God the son and our savior. Praise God the holy spirit, our guide. Praise the holy Trinity, our path to true unity. ...

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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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My English translation of "Hai Ma" by W. S. Rendra, a son to his mother and soulmate. HAI MA ("HI MOM") by W. S. Rendra translation by Michael R. Burch for Zeelhan Zahraa Mom, It's not death that disheartens my heart but a lifeless life, a life unlived because life loses its power and nature. There are nights when I walk these corridors with nowhere...

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George was a prankster, at least one screw loose Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice His mom drank it all down ...

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Son, please stay home for Christmas day, You are often out in trouble and out at play; Let's celebrate with our kith and kin Sharing some cookies and hot tea Sitting by the fire or near the tree; Stay home for Christmas, son Set aside your plans of running away Stick around with us, remain with me....

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