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—
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.

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.

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