Daughter Son Poems | Examples

These Daughter Son poems are examples of Son poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Son Daughter poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberMeet the Family

Father Wally
Mother Molly
Daughter Polly
Sister Holly
Play Dolly
Son Solly
Dog Collie
Rain Brolly
Shopping Trolley
Mistaken Folly
Jeshua Holy
Atheist Unholy


Premium MemberFATHER’S FRONTIER

Being a dad
Becoming a father
Cherishing their children’s events and accomplishments
Providing discipline
A voice with advice
Happy and sad moments of time
Responsibility most high
Sometimes a father is like a feather
Cushing from the falls and disappointments
Center of attention
Proud, Admiring and establishing dad
Seeing their offspring growing from kid to adult
Children taking on the legacy of the father’s name
Always heartfelt
A father’s job carried out
Happy to say
Happy Father’s Day

Premium MemberThe Greatest Love on Earth

       No greater love than a mother’s 
           for her children

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

Premium MemberMy Family


My family, not grand but warm and bright,
Bathed in faith, trust, love and long lasting light
With my spouse the linchpin, the centre stage,
A shining grand-daughter, eight years of age,
The apple of eye of the family,
A daughter-in-law, teaching happily,
Elder son dipped in programming passion,
A young one, with management attraction,
With all under my soft supervision,
Making four walls a home free from tension.

Premium Membermy 8 year old son in the back of the car said, 'Dad, i love Elvis Presley'

it happened as we rounded the roundabout
which is supposed to happen
are you lonesome tonight? (laughing version)

my daughter has been yelling at the smart speaker
to play a katy perry song the speaker has never heard of
for the last forty minutes 
she bops down the street
imitating the bass from rick james' 
super freak

the stress management course advises to
cultivate a non-work identity
in which i have decided to be Jim Morrison 

i've been standing outside the back door.
i need to develop authentic communication skills,
confidence,
and a depth of knowledge

pursue travel, and athletic challenges or
a mental health professional 

i have been advised to carry a notebook
and wear the leather jacket
and grow my hair
two out of those three i can do


Premium Memberdaddys old fishing cap

I had worn the hat almost to death
It was a fishing cap, with a picture
Cannot remember what the picture was now
it had worn off a long time ago

It had fallen in the lake several times
but I always retrieved it, because it was green
My favorite color, and it had been my Daddy’s
It used to smell like him.

The seams had split, and the brim was peeling
It had slashes in it, as if it had been knifed
I am sure it was at least fifty years old
I kept it until it no longer smelled like Daddy.

Premium MemberOrigin Questions

If we acknowledge Mother Earth,
How is it we discount her daughters?
If might doesn't make right,
What have we left out of the world?
What do we make of this world…  that was made for us?

If we look up to Father Sky,
Is that why we look down on Mother Earth?
Or have we put words in the mouth of the wind,
When we mouth the words of our fathers?
Have we not learned from whence they came?

Premium MemberWith A Gentle Hand

With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns

Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'

Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather

Love without fingers
a current that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps

Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood

Premium MemberA Mother - Both Sides Now

mother <=> child nestled <=> encircled sings a lullaby <=> shouts rebuke forever giving <=> endless forgiving cuddles with soft hands <=> scolds with look of eyes a candle that gently guides <=> a flint that fires up the child kisses heals with tender grace <=> hugs forgives all falls from grace silence teaches more than words <=> songs unsung are yet always heard soft hands set child free <=> yielding never losing touch endless is the sacrifice <=> small are the rewards beholds the dawn <=> relishes the dusk laughs out loud <=> weeps in silence never ever <=> forgotten beget <=> begotten one <=> all

Premium MemberA Wilderness of Mirrors

I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young version of me—
rocking and singing a lullaby
to my newborn baby girl,
with a full head of dark hair.
By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair—
a million-dollar family.
Sighing contently, I hold them close to me.

A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.

The mirror doesn’t lie.

Premium MemberRub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub ~
Mommy and her little one, splashing in the tub,
playing with Mr. Beluga, the whale,
and grabbing Wally the walrus by the tail,
and riding two seahorsies: 
one named Gitty, the other one Yup.
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberAlways Be We

On the days at home we watched TV and didn't play outside 

On the days my hugs were not enough, with you I sat and cried. 

On the days when giving up too easily or there was more I could have tried 

On the days we did not read together, books were pushed and put aside. 

I'm sorry it has not been the smoothest, and sometimes a bumpy ride. 

But one thing you can be certain of... I'll never leave your side 

For the whole entire journey, having mummy as your guide

Premium MemberConfession Session

   My son confessed
     His room’s a mess

   My daughter, amused
     Her ~ mom disabused

Premium MemberI WANT I NEED JUST YOU O' MY GOD-

I want to abide
In you
Just reside in you
And you, in me

I need just to confide
In you
Be endowed by your power on high

Beautiful
Wonderful
Glorious enlightenment
Blessed I am
Ever so I am
In you Lord my Father God

I WANT I NEED JUST YOU O' MY GOD-


7/30/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Premium MemberSnuggles and Hugs

   Tell your son how much you love him
      Tell him every day
   And if you have more than one              
       Hug each in a special way                           
                                                                         
   Snuggle with your daughter                        
      on the couch or on the bed
   Sing her a sleepy-time lullaby                            
      Kiss her lightly on the head

   They'll be gone before you know it
      faster than the blink of an eye
    Make sure they know you love them
      before it's time to say good-bye

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