Son Prose Poems
These Son Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Son. These are the best examples of Prose Son poems written by international poets.
Happiness Categories: prose, happiness,
“Dear Son,” She said, “Take my words as my last plead.”
“Tell me, mother. What is it?”
“Let me die peacefully, and I will not...
Longfellow's Hades Categories: prose, books, dream,
My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The...
JOSEPH AND HIS COAT OF MANY COLOURS Categories: prose, family,
Historically and biblically true, first Abraham, Isaac,
Then Jacob, who loved
Joseph, his 11th son more than any other,
He was his beloved.
Joseph would interpret his father’s dreams,
FORTUITOUS VALOR Categories: character, dedication, i am,
A man of much age sits on a tattered recliner in a halcyon
room that bears the wealth of well earned years, reminiscing
when there was never...
Heart of a Rainbow Categories: prose, allegory, death, life, rain,
There’s someone with a pure heart
so sky beautiful ... starlight celestial
Dressed in white clouds;
dove wind bleats the sound of an...
Daddys Lament Categories: childhood, courage, death, devotion,
Write a Lament is what they say So I’m going to tell you about the saddest day.
It was summertime with parades in the...
Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris Categories: prose, 8th grade, birth, family,
Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris...
Lovely bones long since disintegrated
into dustbin of genealogical history,
if still alive would rank as oldest person
clocking another one incremental increase
asper in chronological...
mr flim flam Categories: prose, humor,
Hey son of an evil witch
I got a hitch A big gun of a sitch'
I saw you kissing Karla
Under the umbrella of...
CRAZY DIALOGUE BETWEEN FATHER AND SON Categories: prose, father son, funny, humorous,
- Junior piece...
Spindleshanks Ain't No Legend Categories: prose, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Spindleshanks Ain't No Legend...
But sits here donned in his foreign
aged (not so lovely) bag of bones
barely functioning surviving, but by
skin off his teeth, (which explains
Excerpt of a burnt letter, So a child Categories: prose, devotion, father,
From the perfect son to his father:
So a child
you never knew with
what fanatical veneration
I listened to your every word.
For you were for me the...
The Curse On My Lineage Categories: prose, adventure, africa, age, allusion,
In These Days, We Prayed
The Curse On My Linage
I now sit and wonder,
why thou have grown so slow in progress
And wasteful in...
Judas How Could You Categories: betrayal, death, god, heaven,
Judas, how could you betray the Son of Man with a kiss for thirty pieces of silver? Judas, how could you not see that you...
52 Words Categories: easter,
Human Identity: "I thirst" Jn 1928 ...
Satellite love Categories: prose, best friend, black love,
Love [ luhv ]
i.e. - Your love was like a drug rushin through my veins
I got higher when we would play hurtful games
I would cheat on...
My Son's Resting Place Categories: prose, death, father son, grave,
All paths lead back to this place
Where you rest in eternal peace
Today a white blanket of nature
Keeps you in God’s warm embrace
Snowflakes fall around me...
A Facebook Memory to My Son Categories: father son, grief, love,
My grief has morphed, Brooks...
It is not the deep machete cuts it was earlier...
Now it is more reflective...still biting...bleeding...barely healing wounds...but I can at times...
Dotard Trumpery handpicking Joshua Trump Categories: prose, abuse, slam,
Dotard Trumpery used to detest the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for its apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump,...
NAIJA LOKOMOTIVE Categories: prose, leadership, political,
The bespectacled old man
Adjusted his spectacles and his hearing aids,
Positioned his walking stick
Inched forward as the caravan stuttered
Birthed at Aqua Caliente Station
Unable to make out
Aborted Child Categories: prose, abortion, baby, mother son,
You said I was a dumbass cause I kept your unborn child
You sexing me like an animal, your going wild
You gave me three hundred dollars...