Son Parents Poems | Examples
These Son Parents poems are examples of Parents poems about Son. These are the best examples of Parents Son poems written by international poets.
Dear old man,
My quill quivers.
How do I glorify you,
With only ink, not gold?
Oh lady Calliope,
Lift my soul.
A pin drowned in an ocean of words.
Guide my conscience with notions,
Dearth of words I face,
To sculpt my father's grandeur.
A shrunken, grainy face is all that's left.
Struggles, unparalleled for eternity
Spine bows, for the weight he bears.
A warrior bending his knees to fate.
Wounds he has procured,
A soldier indisputably.
Laments the injustice once and twice,
Yet, prefers seclusion.
No more wars he seeks to wage,
On his own kinds.
The past shoots arrows at him,
Bleeding eyes and shattered bones.
How can one slip such agony?
And forgive his enemy.
Yet, still, Calliope,
Though you guide.
The shaking of my hand,
Hardly lets me carve his story.
Despite your hand over mine,
How do I shape an epic?
A sonnet by this arrant bard, an other,
whose sole half-brother, a real piece of work,
and single parent (mother like no other!),
together were no warm nor loving perk.
In her heart, mother disowned me in life.
My younger half-brother begrudged my genius,
whilst being a rival who sowed seeds of strife,
in mother, against me (how very jealous
was he?). But I, an outright bard, complete
and sheer, make their dysfunction a rhymed affair
to exorcise these memories: defeat
this duo by whom I'm “an other” in despair!?
But if I could return my estranged mother,
I still wouldn't—and call my half-sibling, “Brother!”
The Miss
I’ll miss you,
A Truth, I’ve always missed you.
An opening act, blurred by time and a feeble mind
Hugs, homework, and the happiest place on earth
I miss your true smile
Then, the split,
a beginning,
An arduous odyssey filled with glimpses and occasions
Apartments, husbands, and cars.
I miss your back tickles
Then he came.
A chance, Appointed queen of the mountain in her castle grand.
Farms, mansions, corn, wine, ski trips, restaurants, drugs, and more cars
I miss your freedom
Then it came
A sentence,
A growth, a blackness at an incurable stage
Hospitals, pills, tears, regrets, love, death
I miss how proud you were.
You lay your only son on a pyre.
Blood dipped in sweat he calls out to you and claws at your sleeves
The very cloth on you is unmoving and unshaking.
He screams unrelentless tones but you are not there to see it.
You are elsewhere, you are where your wish is.
I strike at the fire like it will free me, but it surpasses me in both strength and experience.
When I find I have lost you, I find thorns on my burns.
I have known you not long enough to leave scars on your life
but I am unrecognisably hurt in the flames of my prison.
Blood and sweat are torn away from me.
Burnt, gone
Then I am slowly taken by heat
Your gone
Your eyes, voice, life, a memory.
Slowly, softly, haunting it clings to me.
I barely heard the wish I died for,
It was for you to have a child.
I hear it from a distance
I heave my last cry
Only the fire hears me.
Nine months is a very long time
From the day of conception
When a new life is created
The waiting begins
So does the hope and planning
All climaxing in hours of labor
When that little boy or girl comes
They burst into the world
Taking their first breath
Then they start crying their lungs out
But, when they open their eyes and look at you
At that moment stress becomes happiness
And your son or daughter becomes your life
© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
A silent storm rages...it rages in his heart,
He watches his child being pulled apart.
As she whispers poison again in the ear,
His child drifts away, with doubt and fear.
Tears of anguish, a silent cry...
...he feels however hard he may try,
The judge there might turn a deaf ear to him,
Though his sadness fill his heart to the brim.
Twisted in the court his love so pure,
Can he win ever, he is not sure...
...but he knows it will not be in vain,
Tomorrow's victory will dwarf today's pain.
Rising from his heart, a voice so clear,
Tells him, "Hey, victory will be here!"
Your open arms will close in a warm embrace,
Your kid will be yours, do not just stress.
The night may be long, but the day will come.
The truth will rise, your heart won't be lonesome.
Your love, now lost, will find its way,
Wait for your child, wait for that day...
Did we let you down?
no Disneyland.
Instilled the outside.
Past experience judging decision.
Expectation eliminating comfortable choices.
Listening to old folk voices.
The highway to heaven or hell.
To Leeds.
Playing out wishful imaginings.
It doesn’t stop.
The road is wide.
Keep driving, searching looking for the beautiful people.
Your people.
The true.
The genuine.
The loving.
Embrace them with all the experiences.
Life is there.
A father
Once a son.
A son
Will become a father,
Time makes the difference.
A mother
Once a daughter.
A daughter
Will become a mother
Time makes the difference.
Father's ignite
The pathway.
Courage and belief
Their messages.
Fearlessly facing
Adversity until they die,
Leaving a legacy for us to follow.
Mother's teaching
Love and patience.
Always showing
Compassion,
Amidst disorder.
Paving paths
For us to thrive and grow.
Children
Upgrading
The family timeline
According to instructions
Maintaining
The family lineage
For regeneration of purpose.
Parents
Our guides.
Leading us
Through,
Thick and Thin
Dark and light
Rainy and Sunny
Until we arrive at our destination.
Ephesians 6:1-4
Children
Obey your parents,
The right thing to do.
Blessings are attained,
Prosperity and longevity.
Parents
Provoke not
Your children,
Anger spoil things.
Show them
The way to go
Enlightenment over punishment.
On a freaky Friday night
Right in the scene
I was caught drinking
My father's beer
Smoking his cigarettes.
While listening curiously
My parents favorite song.
They traveled for a tour
They're not coming soon
I was dancing and drinking
Smoking and shouting
Singing a loud the lyrics
With all energy brimming
Outshining the original artist of the song.
Suddenly I felt a hard knock
It was my parents
Was frightened instantly
My mom exclaimed
Like father like son
My dad screaming
Boy you're too young for this.
On a freaky Friday night
Right in the scene
I was caught drinking
My father's beer
Smoking his cigarettes.
While listening curiously
My parents favorite song.
They traveled for a tour
They're not coming soon
I was dancing and drinking
Smoking and shouting
Singing a loud the lyrics
With all energy brimming
Outshining the original artist of the song.
Suddenly I felt a hard knock
It was my parents
Was frightened instantly
My mom exclaimed
Like father like son
My dad screaming
Boy you're too young for this.
~ for Mom & Dad ~
love …
was the air
that you breathed …
there was no course navigated
no interaction made
no thought processed or
act completed
no example set as people or parents
that didn’t have that concern as
its primary edict …
and while life has blessed me far
beyond what a fool like
me could ever hope to deserve,
there is not and never will be
a grace granted me that exceeds the
very simple, very precious gift
of having been your son …
time does NOT make the loss of
you any easier or kind
but I have found strength in the
promise of carrying on,
at least in my best efforts and
hopeful intentions,
your inestimable legacy …
of love.
( I miss you like lovers miss moonlite )
My parent’s library
Passed time, childhood age, memory, and feelings from my life
I was sitting in front of the bookshelf. Always. Amazing collection
I was twelve, hmm, life is an illusion. Dazzle life, hmm, but reality
The fact of existence passed years, but the books followed my life
Masterpieces of literature, my parents's collection gave me my life
I followed my mom and daddy, I got great compositions; life is love
Mother? Father? I love you. Masters of my life, your mind; literature
A son, a bad guy, remembering you. Always. Your library was my mind
Hmm. Library, in Hatvan, my childhood city, loved past, the garden lives in a heart
Yes, a love, a love from my heart. A city in Hungary, my young life, history
My parents are intellectuals, thank you my parents my life, a son loves you
I can’t be far, from London sent you a virtual card; read it: Love. My parents
My parent's books
I loved all
But I am following
My way
My parents book
In my mind
Maybe a rule
No
Not that
Just memory
of literature
My teacher
from school
I love you
To my baby,
If only words could convey
the ebb and flows I face each day.
Weak in strength, as emotions overflow,
Even through the struggle,
It’s a joy to watch you grow.
For you, my dear, I would bear twice the strife,
If it would spare you some trouble in this fickle life.
I want to be a safe place for you to rest,
Where you can always feel loved, happy, and blessed.
But if you can sense my moments of sadness
or physical pains,
I pray you can also feel the love that sustains.
I won’t be perfect, though I'll always try,
And even if every day I cry,
Know there is courage behind my tears,
Faith that surpasses all my fears.
The Lord is with us, our constant guide.
In Him, our trust and hope abide.
Please don’t hold on to my sorrow or temper.
Let it be resilience and grace you remember.
Take the best of me, and make it your own,
I pray above all else, my love for you is always felt and known.
A dime in his pocket
hope in his heart
Just his clothes on his back
but he’d make a new start
Constricted at home
he took to the road
Foraged for food
yet upright he strode
Three days and two nights
of this, all it took
For him to come home ~
let mom and dad off the hook
his dad is in love again
I have never loved a woman like this he told Matt
You have to come for Christmas! She wants to meet you!
Matt could not refuse his dad, so here he sits
Watching his Dad falling in love with his probably eighth wife
They are oblivious to him
It is all about them
Same scenario
Same dad
Same disappointed son