Son Poems | Examples of Son Poetry

the bee to become

I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of  held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you

agony

a shriek,
	a high-pitched scream echoed against the walls,
lightning flashed,
	thunder rumbled deep and hard into my chest.
 pain,
	tightness,
		ache,
			sorrow.
it cannot be real, this is not happening, I cannot believe it.
to never again see,
talk,
hug,
love on,
		joke,
dance.
our son was –
our only boy was – 
our eldest child was – 
our headache was – 
our heart was – 
our angel is

BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON

BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON

Run, run run run, run, run run run
Sister run, run run run unto the Lord
For He has open arms, he’ll embrace you
And keep you warm, within this cold, cold world;
Brother run, run toward the Lord
Our Father He will cover you
Provide for you ad keep you
Keep you
BELOVED RUN UNTO

And Now The Twilight

she had no reaction as I entered the room my mother
had no clue I just ran up two flights of stairs
though she did gaze at me as if to say what’s your point
her words making a feeble attempt to pass through lips
that drooped and appeared quite numb
her wanting stare the polaroid of a child

gone now

I taught my little daughter

I taught my little daughter
how to ford the raging water.
And I taught my little son
how to calm a storm not yet begun.
Just so they would know ~ how it is done.

A Son of Abraham

      A son of Abraham
          in Israel he dwells
      A son of the Torah
          He drinks deep from its well

      A son

The Son of the One-Breasted Woman

With one breast
you nursed him, Amazon.
The other, cut away,
to aim at males.
The hours passed
with bated breath,
listening to your moans.
As you fed,
you killed,
and for another prey
you hoisted your sails.
You carried him in a sling
and went hunting.
One day, on a boat in the river,
you laid him down
and sailed far away.
With one breast
you nursed him, one-breasted—
and he became

Son of Shatan

Oh! Pride of humanity,
Look at the garbage on the
land of the Moon.
Oh! Ego of humanity,
By the virtue of which
you held the Son of God himself.
Look at the space full of garbage,
Look at the land of Mars.
All the elements are
signatures of Satan.
Do you still dare to call
yourself offspring of God?
Have you ever asked Land?
Have you ever

My son's guitar

To play a guitar is one thing I always yearned 
On a day like any other I finally decided to learn. 
My Son's Guitar is made for a child, small in stature.
I strum the strings, an out of tune melody is what my ears capture.
Last time I tried I quit, knowing the challenge of acquiring

Fishing Bond with my Son

By the shores of the lakes unexpected bonding
over fishing, my son and I put our hearts and 
soul’s right, while feeling solace in the nights. 

As my son gravitated to the love of fishing
I joined in his enthusiasm where we found
a spiritual healing and mending of hearts.

The fight to reel the fish in was exciting
for

Irony nor spirit of time

Five sons well can live
In dad’s one-room, a palace, 
Scarce in five-room space
Can the five sons spare some place
For aged parents.
Why just blame the spirit of time,
Or even irony of time,
Blame thyself O man,
Think much as ye can,
Product you are of Purbee breeze.
_________________ 
Free verse | 16.08.2025 | father son, time, irony

Let me go

Let me go

Why am I left sad

When you were nothing bad

Why am I left writing

So you can go carrying on living

I am fulled with nothing but rage 

Because you left me in a cage

Had me smothered in your sage

All at such a young age 

I am left with nothing but pieces of my childhood 

With

Dear dad,

Dear dad,

Why could you have been like other dads, who play with their kids and not mess with heads at such a young age. You put me in this fake situation that how you were raising me was ideal and the right way, but after years of finally know that’s not true. Me raising you

Growing up to fast and coming of age

Growing up to fast,
Coming of age. 

Both about maturity but different

One witnessed something they were not supposed to see, while the other saw when ready

One forced to be a man, the other gradually becoming a man 

One having a parent who would mentally abuse, while the other has two amazing parents

One having to work hard

GOOD MORNING SOUL

GOOD MORNING SOUL  next

Good morning soul,
Today, I’m going to write
You a poem my mind
Suggested to me last night.

Relax, my soul,
This poem will be
One of joyous tears
Of the two sons, I miss;
Sons that gave me such bliss:-

This poem flows itself with keloid 
Memories of those loving times,
Canvassing how God could
Could have so pleasingly 
Wanted them

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