My Son Poems - Poems about My Son

To My Son, On His Birthday Today you stand, a year more bold and bright, A soul so full of wonder, joy, and grace. Each dawn you chase with laughter and with light, A universe of love shines in your face. I’ve watched you grow through seasons vibrant hues, From tiny hands to dreams too wide to hold. The world feels kinder...

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To My Son, On Your Wedding Day From the moment I first held you tight, I knew you’d fill the world with light; Through scraped-up knees and growing years, We’ve shared laughter, defied fears. Now here you stand, both proud and tall, With love beside you, you’ve found it all; A partner true, with heart so kind, A bond so very deep, your...

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My younger son is my best judge, I believe, Having spent more time with me, he can assess me better. His random statements about my personality, I believe are uttered with sincerity, not simply to please. To him, the outstanding qualities of his mother Are Compassion, Piety and...

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I see you through a smoky haze, A boy I knew in brighter days, Your laughter once could light the room— Now shadows wrap you in their gloom. Your eyes, once clear, now lost and wide, Like oceans caught in turning tide. I reach, but you just slip away, A ghost who walks in light of day. You chase a high that leaves...

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I had a son twenty years He wasn't like most teens his age He didn't need many friends and girls He's choosy though a bit introvert My boy was born brave and joyful Past that I know he was secretly sick Alone, he made his way to heaven In heaven, he watches over me At night, I dream his voice and his face Saying...

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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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Don’t grow up my son Because there is nothing in life to be won The sparkle, wonder and innocence in your eyes Make me wonder if that’s how the Almighty spies You see the world as it is, all colourful and happy bright Once you grow up, all the people including me will tint it with black and white I don’t...

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MY SON In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah Jacaranda nearby looking up at me Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say Don’t mean no harm...

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Dr. Mark Hall undertook the task of unarming the rigged satellite there in the secluded part of the lab. He is trapped in a section that, due to an oversight, has no substation. He must navigate Wildfire's obstacle course of automatic defenses to reach a working substation on an upper level. The perilous venture becomes...

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I thought of writing about another High School Social Studies book report. This is an intriguing piece riddled with a complicated set of circumstances. I chose to write it as a short story as it fails in length. About the events that occurred after a military satellite fell from outer space, smack near the town...

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I know you're sick of the cussing and fussing, idle discussion, and running from Hell's suction. Spending all day doing nothing but stressing. Just know, every question turns into a lesson, manifested into a blessing. And even though it's God testing, man, it's gonna be hard. I know you been scarred and barred, Changed and rearranged into something mentally deranged Living...

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Mr. Biden pledged his word so solemn, sincere... He's just reneged on his pledge ~ so insincere, cavalier...

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Times have changed My son was small; Asked many questions Answered them all. I had patience His friend to be, Counsellor, guide Best of my ability. He oft would say, “Dad how is this done? I don’t understand I feel so dumb.” “Not to worry my son As long as dad is alive I’ll show it to you You must learn to survive. Will help every time you fail It...

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My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old; And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold. My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the lazy cloud, sky features. My son, John, was a leader, like a plum sky moon, flying by meteors. John was our youngest child, very loved by...

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My son Kevin is a fine young man With a positive attitude and the motto “yes I can”! His energy is amazing and there’s no challenge too great Results oriented like his mom, he’s a winner out the gate Anything mechanical a piece of cake for gifted hands Fast cars his passion as we watch from the stands A Navy vet...

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