Father To Son Poems | Examples
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may not be Socrates, can yet be wise,
may be not Gandhi, but you can be nice,
not like Elton, that does not make you hoarse,
any vista of life, be your own force,
may not be icing, you can still be cake,
in anything you do, be true, not fake!!
written 24/10/2022
10 syllables each line ( PS counter)
6 lines with aabbcc rhyme
Line Gauthier sponsored
Bite size poem 54
Helicopter spins
From father to son
Embrace two hearts
Spinning together twirling about
Laughter filled
Tumbling down
Reckless in abundant
As the candy corn overwhelms
Sugar induce crazed
Falling down together,
in a whirl of laughter
Father and son
Tender and compassionate;
He holds me close to His spiritural chest;
My Father;
God
Alpha-Omega;
For the Lord is like a Father;
a Father to me;
The Lord our God is like a Father to me;
I am His child
I am tender and compassionate;
In love, in my sins I do fear
The Lord is like a Father;
To His children (I am His child);
To His children tender and compassionate
To those who fear Him;
Hallehuia holy, holy, glory
Amen
8/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
from anthology "Psalm Praise"
My name is Cousin Paulie,
Average bloke in an average job,
Father to a daughter who was killed by a virus,
while neutropenic from chemotherapy,
Son to an 89 year old dad,
Who would like to see 90 in June,
Staying home and isolating,
A message to those who still play
and risk the lives of the sick and old,
Stay the * at home,
Or we will have our vengeance,
in this life or the next.
When I die, take care of your mum, don't stand by my grave to cry
I see everything, they say that I'm dead, but I don't sleep, it s a lie
You can find me in thousand winds that blow, in the flakes of snow
I am in the happiness which falls like rain, I am in the fields of ripening grain
I am the bird that sings, I come in dreams to say thousand splendid things
I am the rotten night where as you are a morning, you have to live without me
18 June 2018
For the contest " when line six is a perfect fix "
Sponsor " Silent one "
A father's love is shown no meter
fail it will not, no not a teeter
A ray of sun the way it stands
a glass worn aged by hands
Field of grass like years gone by
remaining alone I'm apple of eye
Get down son
Make yourself a man
First learn to earn
Before you love fun
Now down son!
Before comes the sun
Make yourself a man
In every way you can
Sweat ain't a pain
If it brings you to gain
You fancy rich men
You fancy a good shoe
You eye a dollar Bill
You ain't got a clue
You can't live to steal
And get yourself through
Get down son
Make yourself a man
First learn to earn
Before here you return!
The hues of autumn mix and meld
On trees where clusters of mistletoe dwell,
Shades of amber, scarlet, and gold
Call into mind some old stories Dad told.
Tales of wizards, dragons, and lore
Of pirates landing one morning on shore,
Born of magic, lovingly spun
So cleverly crafted just for his son.
Grand adventures I fondly hold
Could live forever if only retold,
Father to son...now an old man
Retold to this lad who now holds my hand.
The hues of autumn mix and meld
Turning to auburn once life is expelled,
Fathers live, and they also die...
But their tales live on when told by and by.
Timothy I. Brumley
Father To Son: Part II
(Apropos The Visit—Part II)
When you left
soaring free
the lingering void sought
to shackle me
in the silent dungeon
of stoic grief.
Faith melted away remorse
and the psalms of reality
in living dreams spread a table
laden with a plethora of left joys
revealed—surreal; and
the God’s shared creation
that you past this way in your going;
ancestors cheered your chosen coming.
Where tears once watered
the flowers of your resting abode,
now laughter peels away the leaves
releasing petals of budding love;
and we’re now at peace
with your spirit forever here.
God is not mocked.
Take care we judge not.
Rest well, my sweet Prince.
Work hard,
Live well;
Wise words from a father to a son,
what happens to those words that a son doesn't hear;
guidance is revered as some sort of construct that is explicit,
Have you reared the youth that to you was nonexistent,
were their phrases in your intentions such as love,
Did you have the strength to persevere or did you run like a thief in the night;
Did you fight for your ancient right to bare witness to something greater than ones self;
Did you sacrifice health, wealth and sleepless nights;
Youth trite in wanting what's already Been sung;
Work hard,
Live well;
Wise words from a father to his son.
The days are piling up
Like oak leaves in the fall
So many days ago
Since I felt your touch
Your pictures beckon me
So I reach for you through them
Our grasp is so fleeting
Just a moment and it’s gone
I yearn for your presence again
But only feel whispery tendrils
Of your memory fading
And my strength ebbing away
New memories are forging
But they are weak and fragile
They stay for such a short time
For there is no love to hold them together
I yell out to the emptiness
Which will never again be filled
With the happiness of being
A father to a son
~*~
“In the Living Years”
no one is perfect we are who we are
there’s no one reason or no perfect rhyme
divided by difference in a generation of time
you see things your way and I see things another
I see the dreams and wishes of a Father and Mother,
and I’ll do my best to erase all your doubts and fears
I am glad I got to tell you ~ “In The Living Years”
Everyday is Father’s Day And Everyday is Mother’s Day
I am glad I got to tell you ~ “In The Living Years”
the days fade away and the years slowly disappear
I will carry your name proudly as Junior’s destiny
every minute of every day you live on through me
your wisdom & love passed from Father to Son
and when your days on this earth are done
no one lives forever we are who we are
“In The Living Years”
~*~
inspired by the song
"In The Living Years"
by
Mike And The Mechanics 1988
I gave you life
I gave you the means to live
I gave you an identity,
Through you my ancestry
and legacy will be traced.
You are my dreams
My aspirations,
My future is vested in you;
I am your past
Your roots
Your conception.
I am the foundation
on which you stand,
Your past is vested in me.
You cannot forsake me
Nor can you
disown or shun me,
For I am the anchor
without which you will
drift into the wild seas of life!
Patriarchy contest by Thomas Martin
FATHER TO SON...
(APROPOS A QUADRIPLEGIC SON WHO LIVED AND DIED BEAUTIFULLY)
In the stillness of your own
you taught us
the circadian rhythms of life
and its meandering flow
cascading life's tempestuous realities
year to year gracefully
wrapping pain into neat little packages
to be opened in the still of night
where you lay motionless
while spiritual healing moved
from one solution to another
as your soul communed with God.
How cleverly He disguised you:
a bud in waiting.
When blooming synchronized itself
with your unfolding
you became a radiant sunshine of joy:
then you gracefully slipped away.
Today
a gentle breeze blew baptismal bliss
over my every being
and i felt your sweet soul soaring
in the winds of time
and heard your redemption song
of peace and unity with Jah.
open my arms your blood flowing through me. fults are not yours,my loss is not you.
the greatest hope given a chance in you little one past does not hold you but made you.
eyes not yet open heart aready beating given a better course.
my son never ment to be though ment to happen love is not broken another part of me that always wanted to be flows in you with a family of two. both worlds now have a home. will your eye shine brighter then thines
dont look at the thing bares its fangs in fear but be the protecter of the worlds hope you can not fail me for there is nothing exsept open arms and a exstended hand take whats yours and dont hold back
malikie alexzinder cain this is fother to son not son to fother