Progeny Poems - Poems about Progeny

In the Eyes of Our Progeny

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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

Grandchildren

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

Precious Priceless Progeny

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

Progeny

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

Progeny of Poetic Flowers

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

Progeny

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

Life's Poetic Progeny

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

Progeny

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.

They Should Have Been Old Men

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

Progeny of Faith

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

Progeny

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

Progeny of Adam -2-

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

Progeny of Adam -1-

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

Sentiments To a Special Precious Progeny

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

Progeny

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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