Short Son Poems

Short Son Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Son by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Son by length and keyword.


My Son, the College Professor Comes Home For a Visit

My son, the college professor
comes home for a visit.
He leaves with all his shirts
ironed, my heart on
every sleeve.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.


Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to the unseen
and the mysterious that are not too easily to comprehend
yet life always in the in-between.
© Mel Brake  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Resurrection

At 1 B.C.
In a country of lonely, 
Felt bare in me, Holy;
As a mother,
In covenant style,
Came forth a little child –
Form: Lyric

Mom Knows Best!

Alas, in the sight of mom, 
I’m no longer a baby.
She’d just as soon have come 
Asking me, if I had my milk, with honey!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mother Russia

Russian spy Boris Badenov
Met CIA double agent Gregory Gudenov
   They winked at each other
   ~ They had the same mother
Form: Clerihew


Premium Member Generation Gap

   Once I thought
   the 'Generation Gap'
     was a pile of crap

   Yet today
   I think it's here
     to stay...
Form: Rhyme

Untitled #202 / Squirrel

 Why did you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Run over that [dead] squirrel?”
“Because I’m heartless”
“What?”
”Huh?”

My Heart My Son

Smells of new life blessed
           Sleeps, dreams untold gently moves
                      I kiss his forehead and pray
Form: Haiku

Teach Your Son First

Teach me not-

Mouths of my children how to shut,

See first your's improved a lot,

Fired a D-law at her M-law a shot!

''Dylan''

Deepest feeling.Ranging thoughts.Youth of a young tween male.Life just discovering.Amazing
friend to all.Never disappointing.
Form: Name

Premium Member The Greatest Love on Earth

       No greater love than a mother’s 
           for her children

        ‘til the world saw a father’s for his son
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Son is no Lebron

Bronny James’ game
     came up lame             
              
   demoted to the 'G-League'
     ~ fawning media's shame
Form: Rubai

Mom's Day

With gentlest care
as cool mountain air,
she heals the wounded 
scars of why I am.
Mother's whisper, 
soul's soothing balm.

Lips That Quiver

Quiet baby 
wakes and wants thirst quenched.
     That why his lips quiver?

04/06/2017

For Broken Wing's Form Q contest.

Proudly

Proudly I look, proudly I see.
You are nothing, nothing like me.
But do not cry, do not feel sad.
Not being me is not that bad
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Before Her

How did he ever live before her?…he wondered
and then
with his second thought
he realized the answer…
before her…
he did not.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Son

Surely, my son, you work to bless us

Off-the-cuff, like Dr. Watson, no ego, how so?

Needing no reason, you just enlighten.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member He Knew

He knew his love would last a lifetime…
He knew she was…the one
when her voice reminded him of moonlight
and her smile of the sun
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Wood

Am i right to post on here,
am i right for bending your ear?
me mum told me id never be no good,
cos nothing ever becomes of wood
© Dean Wood  Create an image from this poem.
mum
Form: ABC

September 25, 2015

He don't do school
On cloudy days
He don't do rules
On cloudy days

He is not cool
On cloudy days
He is a fool
On cloudy days
Form:

Martin

Son
I had a dream
and I will never let go

I graced you his name
and don't you EVER
let go

be strong son
my so worthy child
Form: ABC

Premium Member Behind Closed Doors

Father -- role model
Chooses words so carefully
Nurtures his image...
In back rooms, behind closed doors
Shocks me with vulgarity
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Only Begotten Son

Only Begotten Son Haiku by Tom 5-2-2022 No love can compare to the Love God has for us He gave us His Son
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Sunday visit

She doesn't remember her son.
She lives somewhere in the distant past.
She's happy, that's what counts.



AP: 2nd place 2026
Form: Other

Premium Member Lapped Child

Tears stained her good skirt. Lapped child, he’s fair hurt. Kissed knee with first aid. Soft wiped the laud dirt.
Form: Rubaiyat

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