Progeny Poems - Poems about Progeny

Mark Toney's Picture Prompt How quickly time transforms lives from youthful days of innocence to having lived through decades of happiness and burdensome trials. Fortunate, if in the eyes of our progeny, we are appreciated as family. If they see us and hear us, it means we've earned a place in their lives. One, that someday will be only a memory, hopefully one that makes...

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One day I pray to meet My children's children, with my mother's blue eyed glee Seeing me My deepest wish Blessed to see my progeny Love rich My child Hope to see ye Smile One day I pray to meet Blessed to see my progeny Smile ...

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Precious priceless progeny Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffled priorities such that the helpless newborn necessitated immediate attention. Whatever task held my attention at a...

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I remember when children were a blessing For some, they seemed a burden to carry Happy mine are all grown up, I’m confessing, Now I have great-grandkids – it’s scary! I’ll never have great-greats, I’m guessing. Written October 12, 2022...

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We are progeny of love and poetry... Men and women ...

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we ... are strands ... they, a strumming, resonant - notes of an ambrosial strain that tickles the tympans of life and enlightenment ... they are thistle on the breath of spring, pappus of a bloom, passionate, set for naught but fruitful purchase - ideality, their roots ... tender tendrils wrapped 'round dreams that know no waking ... seeds and songs let loose from our hearts' deepest chambers, with a boundless...

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I dream of simpler days Of chivalry and blooming skirts Of Innocence When poetry flowed from the heart And the love felt there was true When joy was real… Take my hand and lead me into the past, Your past Let me dream with you walk in your memories re-live your experiences Hand in hand, Show me the very sun, that lights up your sky That...

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Some years ago, having more than I needed and time on my hands, I deposited funds from one side of the country to the other. Private, closet sized rooms, sanitized for my protection, visual stimulations upon request. Today my progeny are everywhere, and not once in all those years so much as a father's day card from the ungrateful little rug-rats....

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They Should Have Been Old Men David J Walker They should have been old men by now Rather than resting in the soft dark places For so long They should complain of the Aches and pains of age with the rest of us In the afternoon beerhalls as old men wearing Ballcap identity cards They should be speaking of grandchildren Laughing in the...

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PROGENY OF FAITH mom lead us in prayers Our Fathers and Hail Marys and Sundays to church faith of my grandma also the start that spurred me to shore up my own A red leather bible, family size, illustrated with religious art. I’m sure I knew how to read; faces, integrity, angels and naked truth. The gray pleated jumper in youth’s closet...

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Should we shed the boy and be a man? Shoot of spirit wild -to be tamed in the tamed land. Where is the proof that this cynical evolution; this cyclical passthrough is a strengthened constitution. A blur and a blink of vision to the dreams' vantage point perception and stance. Mustn't we give this their attention, and deficient disorder seasoned...

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We sow discord, Yet we're thirsty of peace. We chant war, Yet our ears call for euphonia. Racism infests our world; Tribalism invades like malaria. Although we have diverse languages, With love there is no barrier. We attack the weak, And leave them with dysthymia. We hunt strangers like Tiger, And replace euphoria with dysphoria. Oh children of Adam! We are one family. Do away with xenophobia, And put on...

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We are Adam's progeny, But we separate ourselves from each other. We are no more our brother's keeper; Like Cain, we are diabolical. Xenophobia feasts on our heart; No sympathy for strangers. We chew hate speech in the home; We utter hate speech on media. We look down on other race; We must have forgotten Pangea. Superiority complex spawns slavery; It is psychological. The disease of the...

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this task to write thee (whom papa dust envy) difficult, though aye selflessly assigned thy beautiful daughter, whose sunny countenance doth doubly (even donning sunglasses) blind how charming, fixating, intoxicating... as if an exquisite meal I dined and lack of summoning chutzpah, foie grassy us joie de...

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A butterfly caught In a summer's hat Released to freedom His progeny flies A butterfly caught In a scientist's net Penned, genus named Now extinct species This is a Naani Poem but suppose to be only one stanza.....

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