My Son Poems - Poems about My Son

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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The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun In Genesis and John is our Creator’s Light Presence dwelled among The Essence in our heart is dwelling as Divine Essence of the Son (“Dweller of our heart” contest By the Unseeking Seeker)...

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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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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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