Parents Poems | Examples of Parents Poetry

A parent’s experience is never enough ~ to prevent a child from being handcuffed ...

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E very parent nurtures, through laughter and tears, M aking dreams bloom across fleeting years. P rotecting their young from a world unknown, T eaching life's lessons in a loving tone. Y et, in time, their children will chart their course, N ewly embarked, driven by life's force. E ntering realms that were once untold, S...

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If you are disobedient, I will disinherit you. This was said in a mean way with a snotty face. the young woman felt sorry for her mother. her mother's attempts to control her belittled her. I love you Mom, she told her, but not your ways. She resolved to never raise her children like her mother. She raised them far away,...

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That moment arose when I wasn't feeling too good Didn't get a monthly reminder as I normally would I was unsure if I should tell you or wait for a sign We're married so you can't say the baby isn't mine The night I told you your reaction made me uneasy Wasn't sure if you had thoughts of leaving me Hope...

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Parents mold their children just like a pan to a cake How ever you're instructed gives your life it's shape What you're taught as a child you will never forget Understanding the morals of others... You will have a fit Down from your failures to your major accomplishments Learning responsibility on a job to timely paying your rent Clueless that your parents...

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Every day that I see you I see you as a strong lady Through many trials and joys taking care of your babies Who can speak for you with no child of their own Every child varies so there is no right or wrong I love the patience you have and I find it so amazing ...

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“Mom, they called my name I won.” “Mijo, estoy tan orgullosa de ti, qué bendición.” Her voice lifts when I tell her. Like music in a language they don’t teach in school. At the store, at school, at the doctor’s front desk I become her mouth. I become her ears. They...

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Mom and Dad dodged the mid-July sun— in the shaded pool, having such fun. Then their three little kids started blowing their lids: ”That’s OUR pool. Please go buy yourselves one!” ...

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I reflect on the days- Her first little steps, those tiny feet chasing dreams. Her doing silly little dances on the floor, She'd giggle, then stumble, then laughter galore. You weren’t there when she climbed the school bus stairs. Smiling like sunshine with a lunchbox in hand, ready to conquer the world before the world even knew her. You...

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Contest, Lost, Sponsor, Craig Cornish, Date 6/23/2025 When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!” Mike’s “No” would reckon choice. His mom ignored this new campaign; rebuff became Mike’s voice. Having seen what crack does to his mom, Mike felt no peer sway, but still stayed ...

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The psychic tattoo of paternity darker than fate’s blackest ink The guilted knife of maternity cutting you near to the brink A prodigy alone in the shadows offspring of scorn and disdain Begging for love and acceptance from parents — called heartache and pain (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks, Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book. ...

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I resided there once I returned to find it derelict Looks like a horror scene Spiders spun webs Doors locks blown off Leaves placed as if arranged evilly When I was there I remember it serene Well cared for secure place to live Warm and tranquil What have you done to the place ...

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Being raised without a father is like living with one ear and one eye Disabled is the way the child would feel leaving him to wish he would die Where are the fathers that are making the babies these days Being a father isn't a game or just a short phase It's a gift, a privilege and a responsibility You...

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