Son Poems

Welcome to our Son Poems page! These words can be used for any occasion. A mother to son poem can be used anytime when you want him to know how much he is loved. We have included poems from independent writers as well as famous poems. Mother to son Langston Hughes poems are the most requested and we have included a few here. These are a list of our favorite poems for that special man in your life. When saying I love you isn’t enough, use one of these poems he will cherish forever.

Langston Hughes 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,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Son Poems

To My Son Poem

Our Bond
I hope these words can portray,
How incredibly proud of you I am today,
When I found out I was carrying you,
I was elated with so many dreams coming true,
The day you were born and I saw your face,
Nothing in this world can ever replace,
That feeling when I first held you to me,
Kissing your head and watching as you see,
The closeness I felt on that first day,
Has becomes stronger daily in every way,
I am so proud of you son for how you’ve grown,
The decisions you’ve made, the strength you’ve shown,
Your nature is kind, loving and rare,
When you want into a room all eyes begin to stare,
They’re drawn to your smile and genuine vibe,
Always know how much I love you no matter what,
Our bond and love never broken, it can never be cut.

Poem to My Son

A Boy Named Sue

By Shel Silverstein
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head,
I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.
But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, “My name is Sue.
How do you do?
Now you’re gonna die.
” Yeah, that’s what I told him.
Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair
right across his teeth.
And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’,
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if
a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’.
I knew you’d have to get tough or die.
And it’s that name that helped to make you strong.
“Yeah”, he said, “Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve
got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you
if you do.
But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I’m the nut that named you Sue.
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George – anything but Sue.

To My Son I Wish
By Larry Howland
I sometimes wish you were still small,
Not yet so big and strong and tall.
For when I think of yesterday,
I close my eyes and see you play.
I often miss that little boy.
Who pestered me to buy a toy.
Who filled my days with pure delight.
From early morn to late at night.
We watch our children change and grow,
As seasons come then quickly go.
But our God has a perfect plan
To shape a boy into a man.
Today my son I’m proud of you
For all the thoughtful things you do.
I’ll love you till my days are done.
And I’m so grateful you’re my son.

Birthday Poem for a Son

From Women’s World Magazine
My baby boy, my precious son,
I hope your day is filled with fun.
As the years go by, you change in many ways,
But one thing stays true through all these days:
You’ll always be the little boy who has my heart,
Just like you did right from the very start.

Happy Birthday My Pride and Joy, My Son

Happy birthday, my dear son, Another year has come and gone, You’ve grown so much, it’s plain to see, My dear boy, you’re growing to be.

You bring so much joy and pride, With all the things you do and decide, You have a heart that’s pure and true, And a spirit that’s shining through.

You’re smart and funny, kind and strong, With a sense of right and wrong, You’re growing up to be just fine, A true treasure, a one of a kind.

I’m so proud to call you mine, My dear son, my heart and soul, I’ll be here for you, through thick and thin, As you continue to grow.

So on this special day, my dear, I wish you all the best, A birthday that’s filled with love, And memories to treasure and to keep.

Happy birthday, my dear son, I love you more than words can say, May your day be filled with joy and fun, and your year with success and love.

My Son My Life

Oh my wonderful son, I hope you always know,
Just how special you are and I love you so,
As every day passes and the days go by,
Always know you are the apple of my eye,
You have made me so proud with your heart of gold,
You will always be my baby, no matter how old,
Your love shines so bright for all to see,
I am continuously amazed that you are a part of me.

My Son, My Shining Star

My son, my shining star,
With eyes that sparkle like the sea,
You bring so much joy to my heart,
And fill my life with glee.

You are my reason to wake,
My purpose for each new day,
With you by my side, nothing is at stake,
You light the way.

You’ll face many challenges ahead,
And make mistakes along the way,
But know that I’ll always be by your side,
To guide and help you, come what may.

I’ll teach you right from wrong,
And help you find your way,
I’ll be your rock, your shelter,
Through every storm and every day.

So take my hand, my dear son,
And walk with me down life’s road,
Together we’ll make memories,
That will forever hold.

I love you more than words can say,
My son, my pride and joy,
Forever and always,
Until forever, my dear boy.

Happy Birthday Son Funny Poem

Happy birthday, my dear son, You’re another year older, but still so much fun, You’ve grown taller and wiser, that’s for sure, But don’t worry, you’re still my little booger.

You may think you’re all grown up, But let’s be real, you’re still my pup, You still need your mom to tuck you in, And remind you to brush your chin.

You may roll your eyes and groan, But deep down, you’re still my little gnome, I’ll always be here to guide and protect, Even if you think I’m being too neglect.

So on your birthday, my dear son, I hope you have a blast, Eat lots of cake, and have some fun, But don’t party too hard, we don’t want your birthday to be your last.

I love you more than words can say, Even though you drive me up the wall, Happy birthday, my dear son, Have a great birthday, you goofball.

Precious Little Son

My precious little one, so small and sweet,
You’ve brought a joy to my life that can’t be beat.
With eyes that sparkle and a smile so bright,
You light up my world and make everything right.

With each step you take and each word you say,
I’m amazed at the person you’re becoming each day.
I’ll be here to guide you and help you grow,
To watch you learn and see the world aglow.

Through every triumph and every fall,
I’ll be your rock, through it all.
I’ll be here to catch you when you stumble and guide you when you fly,
I’ll be your father, forever by your side.

My dear son, I love you more than words can say,
I’ll be here to watch you, every step of the way.
Together we’ll laugh, we’ll learn and we’ll grow,
Forever and always, my love for you will aglow.

Firstborn Son

My firstborn, my pride, my shining light,
You’ve grown into a man before my eyes.
With strength and courage, you face the world,
Making me proud with each step unfurled.

I remember the days when you were small,
And I’d hold you close, safe from it all.
Now you tower above me, tall and strong,
A beacon of hope, where I once felt wrong.

You’ve faced challenges, and you’ve come out strong,
A leader, a guide, where I once felt wrong.
Through every trial, you’ve shown me the way,
And I’m forever grateful for you every day.

My dear son, I’m so proud of who you are,
A kind and gentle soul, with a shining star.
I’ll be here for you, through it all,
Forever your father, proud and tall.

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