Like Father Like Son Poems - Poems about Like Father Like Son

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A legendary dark, so thick, A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched, My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick, It felt as though my whole system glitched. A welcome into the dark cave, Exhilarating walk from the womb, a step into the mystery, Where shadows of truth barely behave, The haste of rolling days writes the history. A love...

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I was raised in the storm’s mouth, where walls learned to shudder before I did. Nights smelled of whiskey and rage, and the air, thick with silence, was a hymn of waiting— waiting for the door to slam, for the curse to carve its way into the night. My mother, a quiet soldier of suffering, wore her silence like armor, her eyes pleading with...

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My Dear Son, It’s March I can already hear you— small feet like birds’ wings fluttering through the air skipping, hopping, laughing chasing me chasing you your laughter— a chorus that fills the house sharp and sweet as a bell tugging at the edges of the room….. Futures are fragile held like a delicate orchid between cupped hands— I see you!! your hair tangled with the wind. arms like branches...

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Like the father, the son He is a lovable rough, the father of a famous son who keeps us guessing what the hell he is up to next, a father who is a buccaneer, sails the deep sea, and fears not the tempests on his way, can a son ask for more. The father never was a...

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The Lie I am an insect waiting to be squashed! I stare hard at the ground as if fascinated, enthralled by it while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt wait to gouge and burrow out any self-belief that might still remain. “WELL?” It always starts with that unsettling word. Ironic as ‘well’ it certainly is not. “COME ON!! I haven’t got all...

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Four hundred thousand waking hours passed A blink of an eye, it seemed so fast Between when he was born to the month he would die His mind replayed it as his sons gathered by. He said "I raised you well, but there’s no rule To prevent all mistakes, to foolproof a fool. Jim, there was no advice I could share You...

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“To the Moon” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Scattered, pole to starry pole, glide Cynthia's mild beams, whispering to the receptive soul whatever moonbeams mean. Bathing valley, hill and dale with her softening light, loosening from earth’s frigid chains my restless heart tonight! Over the landscape, near and far, broods darkly glowering night; yet welcoming as Friendship’s eye, she, soft!, bequeaths her light. Touched in...

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My father was a torch Burned bright for a while and streaked flames across the sky the words he told himself about his life why he was lit and why he burned were a flaming lie all that he wanted openly denied all that he preached secretly defied his light dimmed and when it was time to pass the torch he had no embers left for me...

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I met my father in the afterlife, He looked stern, and his words cut like a knife He said, "I have questions about my last days on earth They were hard, so hard questions have their worth." "When I lay in that hospital bed day after day, And asked you to help me stand, ...

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A gift from the most high, my next of kin So precious and priceless, undisputed My son, never to be trade for any, my reason Every season from season to season without seizing Striving and thriving, train a child in the way he should go When he is old, he will not depart from it. After death, your...

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The world has indeed been forgetting me Forgetting me cruelly As waste that neither grow nor breathe It is a fermentation of anger and despair As Despairing as it struggles with anger At the unknowns in dark Gleefully silence compares with the sunshine The sunshine does have evils Telling that today I cannot forget about...

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The day you were born went back to the hospital where I was forewarned a little bit into the night your mother, I just told to rest her sleepy head as I held you in the light it's the drugs go to bed I guess it'd be the norm as the test-taker I am, first as father-dad form you're evidence I exam I feel like your mom...

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I hadn't noticed. Neither had he. No one had said anything. Then mum took note. Black spaghetti round the wheels. Where the lord's supper meets the road. Watching your child on a bike Crumpled suits and sweat-stained collars Wake me up when I want to wake up I am without weapons I need to be rugby league braver Banjo string vulnerable A toddler was coming to visit...

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