Poems About: SON

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

  • 13.
    Never The God...

    Your eyes bright, eager and trusting,
    Where do we go from here, my son,
    I spent my essence, loving and lusting,
    Chasing a paper god, my son. read more »

    David Lewis Paget
  • 14.
    Acknowledge me

    Father wants to be acknowledged, son
    I need to move on, my son
    But can l go, without a prayer from you?
    Offer prayers for me, my son read more »

    Doris Dzameshie
  • 15.
    A STORY OF FATHER AND SON

    THE STORY OF FATHER AND SON


    In thy world, any one is for none, read more »

    Manish Kumar Majumdar
  • 16.
    We Cry

    The 10th of June, passing of our Son
    We Cried read more »

    Brad Phillips
  • 17.
    I SAW A LOVELY ENCOUNTER

    I saw a lovely encounter read more »

    Dicky Cantrell
  • 18.
    Hole

    Husband died of a whole in the heart
    Son one died of a whole in the heart
    Son two died of a whole in the heart
    Son three died of a whole in the heart read more »

    Doris Dzameshie
  • 19.
    Wayward Son

    Drift along wayward son
    Drift along to the sea
    Searching for the one you lost
    Searching for what should be read more »

    Randy Blittle
  • 20.
    Paddington Ear

    alone
    i made
    a call
    home read more »

    Andrew Fincham
  • 21.
    Journey Discovered

    He sat back watched and laughed
    As the “Son of God” was persecuted
    he sat back watched and laughed
    As the “Son of God” quietly disputed read more »

    Priscilla Brown
  • 22.
    Son of God

    Son of God
    Not a puppet
    Blood on our hands
    Death on the cross read more »

    Ilan Cohen
  • 23.
    My Son

    My son, I can see so many good things in you
    And here I am really honest and true.
    My son, I just love it when you show your caring side
    When I had a headache you came and sat at my side read more »

    Aufie Zophy
  • 24.
    To A Mother The Son Does Not Grow Adult

    Mother, is the living shrine,
    To her eye the son remains ever green,
    Whole the world is aware of the son,
    The mother’s eye never transforms from the morn. read more »

    Subrata Ray
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