Poems About: SON

In this page, poems on / about “son” are listed.

  • 121.
    Father And Son

    Let me tell you all, a story
    of father and son
    who lived happily
    before the conflicts begun read more »

    Arti Honrao
  • 122.
    Dad and Son

    A dad, a son,
    One life, one love,
    A road, all alone,
    One last strife, from above. read more »

    JeanFrancois Denis
  • 123.
    From The Darkness Of The Pit

    My heart is shredded, it lies in pieces
    Think, I must think
    Here comes the hammer, it cannot miss
    The blow, and now I shrink read more »

    Frank McEleny
  • 124.
    RAR, THE ALL SUFFICIENT, THE MERCIFULL

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    OVERLORD DON MANUEL IHCAKEYNO
  • 125.
    The Mother Believes Her Son

    He is serving three years for armed robbery but the mother says my son is not a crim
    He is not the one who robbed the uptown drug store for someone else the cashier mistook him
    My son has told me that he is not guilty and what he tells me I always believe
    He is a kind, honest and loving person and does not use guns and is not known to deceive read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 126.
    AN IRANIAN MOTHER WRITES TO AN AMERICAN MOTHER BY FARIDEH HASSANZADEH-MOSTAFAVI

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    Farideh HassanzadehMostafavi
  • 127.
    If I Was Captain

    One day, one dusk, and then a new dawn,
    Set sail for vast new shores.
    Watch the afternoon sunset, son
    Hear the broadside cannons roar. read more »

    Stuart McKenzie
  • 128.
    Only son

    Only son
    I am the only son
    You are my Father
    As I am Your son read more »

    gajanan mishra
  • 129.
    SPOILT CHILD...

    I’m a spoiled child, my dad is Bill
    Our kingdom great, we masters of thrill…
    My conception on a desktop, in a hard wheezing disk;
    My delivery, through a window, dodging swine-virus risk; read more »

    Meshack Sewe
  • 130.
    A Lesson In Drawing

    My son places his paint box in front of me
    and asks me to draw a bird for him.
    Into the color gray I dip the brush
    and draw a square with locks and bars. read more »

    Nizar Qabbani
  • 131.
    The Fortune Teller

    She sat with fear in her eyes
    Contemplating the upturned cup
    She said 'Do not be sad, my son
    You are destined to fall in love' read more »

    Nizar Qabbani
  • 132.
    Broken Heart -new-

    An aged, affectionate father
    Nourished his indigent son
    His whole family of four, rather
    Pouring all his love in tons. read more »

    chandra thiagarajan
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