Growing Up Son Poems | Examples
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Teach your son a trade
one that’s light and clean
Acquired skills rarely fade
if learned as a teen
If you can’t teach him
hire someone who can
So, he will punch his own ticket
once he’s a full-blown man
A fountain of tears, at once, was dried
when father explained. (At least he tried.)
He thumped me upside my head,
and this is what he kindly said:
When Riding Hood is seen
reading a magazine,
and Goldilocks is lounging there,
having dyed her golden hair;
when you find Gretal wasn't lost,
that you were double-crossed,
and Santa Claus is shamelessly corrupt,
that's a sign you're growing up.
Mordechai Fafoofnik was my (nick)name
Causing my mommy trouble was my game
I lied and I stole
Just playing the role
Of one whose name left him deeply ashamed
They called him doggy while growing up
Because he growled when his temper erupt
The name it stuck though
He had a son you know
He got tagged forever the name pup
Father – thy name is Strength
And Courage
And Wisdom
Forever art thou the castle
And the Fortress
Of my Faith
Thy name shall be eternal
Within the Mansions
Of my many Dreams
They are your Dreams
And my life
Is your life
Even unto infinity
As the seed gently planted in the soil
Lives and Dies
And lives yet more…
So, too, do the Hopes and Aspirations
Of Fathers live in
Their Sons
And Time Honors them!
An Amazing Son
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I enjoy spending time with ya.
All my belongings will be yours one day.
You will carry out my last name.
I miss you when we're not together.
When I’m gone, I will still be with you forever.
You're growing up too fast.
Together we have a blast.
You're always eating all my food.
Never run out of nachos.
You're an amazing kid.
One day you will be a grown man.
I’m always here when you need me.
Wecould hang out and watch T.V.
You have a great imagination.
You are my son.
One day, you can read all of my writings.
Wecan go out for some chicken wings.
You always make me laugh.
All the girls will be chasing after ya.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
You can be whoever you want to be.
You were a heathen
a tormenting toddler
now a grown young man
I learned to love the river
waves lapping ‘neath our boat
Glint of sun set the scene a-sparkle
as over the waters we’d float
Some days the fish were biting
others, they stayed out of range
No matter the catch, river’s magic
never did papa or me shortchange
A crawling held a walled frame as passer-by beheld too
A football helmet and high school pennant encased against a wall
Tapestry of day shades painted wall of ledged held rolled flag.
Come in
Take off your shoes
Wash your hands
Change the kitty litter
and the water in the fish bowl
Feed the fish, will you
and the cats too
Wash your hands, and
Come to the table
Say your blessings...
Eat your vegetables
Clean your plate
No dessert, 'til your plate's clean
Grace after meals
Clear the table
Wash the dishes
Dry 'em too
Take out the garbage
Go do your homework
At the park where they can be themselves
Where little's imagine and frolic like elves
On swings and slides, their happiness delves
Later in life lasting memories of ourselves
One day I took to fishing,
far out beyond the shore,
wearing my father's waders,
the ones I always adored.
Back when I was little,
the fish seemed much bigger,
I would watch my father's casting,
his hook landing in the middle.
When all the fish came biting,
and my father would give a yell,
the water would call awake,
the biggest of fish tales.
The best memories of him,
are casted to way above,
and when I wear his waders,
he'll know I'm sending love.
I’ll be there when you are not
Growing up
Having my first kiss
My first girl
All of my first that you’ll never see
Since you are gone
But never gone from my heart
In my heart you are always with me
Mom I miss you
Remember when our mothers said,
“Be careful to mind your manners
When waving ego-fed banners;
Remembering where you were bred,
And, don’t let it go to your head!"
Written August 14, 2021
entered "Bite Size No. 18" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
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When I'm finally called and when I arrive
A tsunami of tears will befall my eyes
Standing there I'll see again my brother
Be so amidst in embracing smother
Where's dad I as I struggle with words
It's been so long his voice to be heard
We so wanting his embracing smother
Us back together, my father and brother