Birthday Son Poems | Examples
These Birthday Son poems are examples of Son poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Son Birthday poems written by international poets.
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad, you would be 100 today - I miss you like a ghost misses heartbeats.
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midst all of heaven's blessings
my treasures, known and had
not one can best the miracle
that fate made you ... my dad.
I love you, RT.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
Today is your birthday
And I’m proud of you
Heart of gold you make
Joyful dreams a truth
Man of courage compassion
I love you very much son
Chocolate man of passion
A special intelligent one
Happy God blessed me so
Jones is your given name
Onyx hair and brilliant goals
Never change a single thing
Every prayer was like a dare
Saw God bless you to dream
I can't fathom that you are turning thirty
I remember the night I went into labor with you,
waking just after midnight with contractions
You took your time getting here, but you
have made my life richer and fuller
each day that you have been alive, because
you are my son and deeply loved
I am proud of you and the man that you
have become and can't wait to see what
adventures you encounter as you live your
life and continue to reach for the stars!
I have never had to warn you that life is hard,
we have had loss and strife as a family and you
have experienced your own obstacles,
but keep moving forward my love, Happy Birthday!
Sorry part 2
I see you almost everyday.
I want to put the wrong things right.
I don’t want you to feel neglected.
I need to make changes.
You look just like me.
I should have stayed.
We enjoy playing basketball
And football.
I’m trying to make up for lost time.
I wanted to say that I’m sorry.
I am to blame.
You make my life shine.
Hope I can make it up to you.
I don’t live a normal life.
I have a hard job working nights.
Next month will be your birthday.
This time. I will stay.
No more running away.
I can give you a big hug every day.
My Son Aiden Gadbois
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yeah
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yup
yesss son
i will
i won't
i don't
i did it noah
oh
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really
dang
i didn't know love
*21th birthday lithp
Son, you’ll be 27 today
I just wish the miles
would go away, so I could say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
in a more personal way
Today is my mom’s 107th birthday
She’s been gone for sixty-five years
Everyday, with love, I think of her,
And, I fight back those tears often.
She was a gem, a treasure, you see,
The finest mom any boy could’ve had
She was always thinking of me.
Written September 4, 2022
[tribute to Elizabeth Agnes
Allport (1915-1957)]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Remember September" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Take not for granted mercies near and dear
nor cede to a careless pride, but rather
incline yourself to elemental care
and honour true your mother and father.
All I ask from the sinews of my heart
is not live a fool and think yourself wise,
and that our two swords never smite apart
or we laud ourselves too far in God’s eyes.
Fear not this life, this world, this mortal end
for both its burdens and rewards are great -
follow its road wherever it may wend
and I hence from shall on your return wait.
With all I am I’ll love the son you are
no matter how old, how close, or how far.
Written: March 2016
Juvenescence shines like the sun’s slow climb
and I see a bird not yet flown its cage,
I hear the footsteps in the march of time -
a journey of self, a coming of age!
Thus you Peter Pan on wings of an elf,
who seeks to fly between far and never,
must now say goodbye to your childish self
and dreams of eternal youth forever.
So fly dear boy, fly and never look back
and richly love the heart and feel the soul -
save close your nobilities lest you lack
for all that you do bears a living toll.
And turn your mind from temptation unsought
with all care and profundity of thought.
Written: March 2015
By the grace given you one year older
great is the bearer of my salvation,
and I, father, mentor, and upholder
glory in the sum of my creation.
Follow your heart and speak its depth and scope,
and let not dreams be spoken of as fear -
remember to remain joyful in hope,
patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
Do not spoil or vex but contrary do
for your reward will be its own revenge -
be steadfast in what you know to be true
and forsake what is not yours to avenge.
Let the fortunes of life and liberty
now begin your Age of Discovery.
Written: March 2014
His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
in buffalo horn and porcupine quills -
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills.
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
a child of the Great Spirit in the sky,
like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark, the sacred tree,
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.
Written: March 2013
Beloved is the heart of gold cast in he
whose dear life for would my own sacrifice -
how quick its forge and youthful alchemy
heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
In time the tempered blade becomes the man
yet I brazen youth’s mischiefs will see past
when greater filled do your length of days span
and wider does your gaze and shadow cast.
True is the countenance fair to behold,
fairer still that golden beauty unseen -
hearken unto me the days of this world
and let no fathered rebuke come between.
Lest you want after idols of this realm
seek our God and King in Jerusalem.
Written: March 2012
Remember always Invictus and God
when you stand alone before pharisees -
thus follow the path King and saint have trod
and, son, trust in your own humanities.
Prove incorruptible and heed this wise,
the rule of men are not mighty to save -
their inward ravenings crudely devise
and their only one saving is the grave.
Loved is the divine child young in his days
whose cross to carry is your crown to wear,
whose stamp of nature a quiet strength raise -
cleave to it lest your heart fail you for fear.
Live and love, and rewarded you will be,
else all that becomes you is vanity.
Written: March 2011
Child of sun and sky, child of isle and sea,
the moon and stars to light my earthly trail -
his the taken road, the unmapped journey,
his the unwritten Oscarian tale!
When beyond mortal youth this world you quest
leave behind unworldly comprehensions -
seek it wide, seek it wise, and seek it blest
and beseech its higher interventions.
Long may the Muses sing when your heart sighs,
true your lyre echo, your mighty bow draw -
estrange yourself from the Gods in disguise
and believe in you and all you care for.
When the blast of heavenly trumpets come
yours eternal will be a new kingdom.
Written: March 2010
Pic above: Oscar at 4 or 5 years old.
In he whom I endued with life and love
does to one patient in hope bear reward -
a trueborn heir a man can be proud of
and whom well affectioned is well adored.
Follow the pathfinder maps to your soul
and hold fast its moral bearings inward -
trust in seen and unseen, in faith uphold
and in your heart recompense good for good.
Thus be not reckless in your own conceits
but wise to just cause and love’s whispered breath -
walk safely in the world in all your feats
lest it suffer me and quicken my death.
Make your way like him ragged and unshod
and bend your knee unto no one but God.
Written: March 2009