Top 100 Poems About: SON

In this page, poems on / about “son” are listed.
  • 1.
    Mother To Son

    Well, son, I'll tell you:
    Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
    It's had tacks in it,
    And splinters, read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 2.
    The Carpenter's Son

    "Here the hangman stops his cart:
    Now the best of friends must part.
    Fare you well, for ill fare I:
    Live, lads, and I will die. read more »

    Alfred Edward Housman
  • 3.
    Some Advice From A Mother To Her Married Son

    The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
    Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
    It isn't, Well that all depends on what you mean by 'love'.
    Or even, Come to bed and I'll prove that I do. read more »

    Judith Viorst
  • 4.
    On My First Son

    Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
    My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
    Seven years thou'wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
    Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. read more »

    Ben Jonson
  • 5.
    Alexandre Dumas And His Son

    Although I work, and seldom cease,
    At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
    Alas, I cannot make me care read more »

    Dorothy Parker
  • 6.
    Dear Son

    Dear son, dear son, dear son,
    I feel weight of more than ton,
    It gives me worry and lot of pain,
    All my efforts seem to go in vain, read more »

    Hasmukh Amathalal
  • 7.
    The Widow And Her Son Xxi

    Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men came home from the streets while silence engulfed the night.

    In a lone house near those villages lived a woman who sat by her fireside spinning wool, and at her side was her only child, staring now at the fire and then at his mother. read more »

    Khalil Gibran
  • 8.
    Old Dr. Valentine To His Son

    Your hopeless patients will live,
    Your healthy patients will die. read more »

    Ogden Nash
  • 9.
    My Young Son Asks Me...

    My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?
    What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces
    Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with.
    My young son asks me: Must I learn French? read more »

    Bertolt Brecht
  • 10.
    E.P. Ode Pour L'Election De Son Sepulchre

    For three years, out of key with his time,
    He strove to resuscitate the dead art
    Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
    In the old sense. Wrong from the start-- read more »

    Ezra Pound
  • 11.
    A Prayer For My Son

    BID a strong ghost stand at the head
    That my Michael may sleep sound,
    Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
    Till his morning meal come round; read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 12.
    Song Of The Son

    Pour O pour that parting soul in song
    O pour it in the sawdust glow of night
    Into the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,
    And let the valley carry it along. read more »

    Jean Toomer