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Mother & Father
Skyla_Schizo
Skyfoxi
Joined 2nd Nov 2012
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Skyfoxi
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 20
Poetry Contest Description
Pick a parent and write something about them. Nothing is off limits.
Everyone has different feelings and emotions toward their parents, being good or bad. I'd like to see from other individuals perspectives on how they feel about their parents. Good luck.
Astyanax
Ceejay
Forum Posts: 748
Ceejay
Fire of Insight
9
Joined 23rd Feb 2010Forum Posts: 748
For My Father
We said farewell to my father
On a day of blue sky and sharp sunlight.
In the middle of a week of hard, grey rain
And cold January winds,
That day shone
Like the sudden opening of a bright, clear eye.
He was a man of wry, soldierly humour,
And when we parted on that cold, clean day
There was no raucous lamentation.
The sun etched black, bold shadows
Beneath the sprays of flowers
Blowing bright against the turned, dark soil.
He will be missed by friends and family;
Like most of us, his loss will not be mourned
By movements, states or governments;
He thought no more of them than they of him.
But the space he left, though small, will linger
In the minds of those his quiet journey touched.
We said farewell to my father
On a day of blue sky and sharp sunlight.
In the middle of a week of hard, grey rain
And cold January winds,
That day shone
Like the sudden opening of a bright, clear eye.
He was a man of wry, soldierly humour,
And when we parted on that cold, clean day
There was no raucous lamentation.
The sun etched black, bold shadows
Beneath the sprays of flowers
Blowing bright against the turned, dark soil.
He will be missed by friends and family;
Like most of us, his loss will not be mourned
By movements, states or governments;
He thought no more of them than they of him.
But the space he left, though small, will linger
In the minds of those his quiet journey touched.
JohnFeddeler
Forum Posts: 325
Tyrant of Words
83
Joined 18th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 325
the bread we wouldn’t eat
my father was a loud, confused man.
how did it happen that he woke up one day
and had a wife and four kids
and a ton of responsibility?
how does it ever happen?
he walked around like a thunder cloud,
most often there was a storm in our house.
at the dinner table, the loaf of bread would
diminish to the heels, the end slices.
he would tell us, ‘eat it, it’s till good bread!’
we made faces like prunes, and whined:
‘I don’ wanna eat the heel!’
with his lightning tongue, he would respond
‘well, f*ck, then I’ll eat it!’
my mother would calmly say, ‘would you watch your
language, please.’ she was a small woman, made
hard by the struggles that are common to mothers.
when he got sick, he became weak as a puppy.
my mother became a lion, as she cared for him
over his few remaining weeks.
after he died, there was an unfamiliar peace in the
house. we sensed there would never be another storm,
and it was uncomfortable.
the last time I went to his grave,
it was raining…
my father was a loud, confused man.
how did it happen that he woke up one day
and had a wife and four kids
and a ton of responsibility?
how does it ever happen?
he walked around like a thunder cloud,
most often there was a storm in our house.
at the dinner table, the loaf of bread would
diminish to the heels, the end slices.
he would tell us, ‘eat it, it’s till good bread!’
we made faces like prunes, and whined:
‘I don’ wanna eat the heel!’
with his lightning tongue, he would respond
‘well, f*ck, then I’ll eat it!’
my mother would calmly say, ‘would you watch your
language, please.’ she was a small woman, made
hard by the struggles that are common to mothers.
when he got sick, he became weak as a puppy.
my mother became a lion, as she cared for him
over his few remaining weeks.
after he died, there was an unfamiliar peace in the
house. we sensed there would never be another storm,
and it was uncomfortable.
the last time I went to his grave,
it was raining…
HadesRising
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Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1625
can they be older poems of just new?
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 17048
Insecurities
the parenting laws of two people
married to each other
coming from different borders
the pull and push
their children to bits
she says nay he says yea
when they both say nay
their children grow away
better gone than dead
emotionally and spiritually
they don't understand
why their children left
ungrateful brats
wish they never had them
a smile through tears
bravery through insecurities
they have to learn it
from others not their parents.
the parenting laws of two people
married to each other
coming from different borders
the pull and push
their children to bits
she says nay he says yea
when they both say nay
their children grow away
better gone than dead
emotionally and spiritually
they don't understand
why their children left
ungrateful brats
wish they never had them
a smile through tears
bravery through insecurities
they have to learn it
from others not their parents.
toniscales
Lost Girl
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Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 431
Daddy
(Warning - Extreme [some explicit language])
dim memory of being a toddler
accidentally walking in on you
in the bathroom
hatred etched
on your angelic face
in high school I learned
to dress like the girls you wanted
heavy blue eyeliner and leather skirts
hoping you'd take me out
instead of them
always the waiting at the window
for lights beyond the curtains
all my life
sense of waiting at the window
for those impossible fairy lights
on visitations
the car interior stinking of cunt
and bourbon
angry meals where
I would say something wrong
fury in your eyes
trembling of your lips
as if we were never flesh and blood
baseball bats and nunchucks
under the passenger seat
while you waited for someone
to piss you off
ugly beauty
of your white karate uniform
horrid elegance
of those elongated, liquid dances
of simmering violence
stories of Vietnamese prostitutes
how you liked to bed your women
liked high heels and to watch
I was only eleven
why did you have to tell me
such things
why were you such the fetishist
when you hated our species all along
once you tried to hold me
innate terror I felt of you
how I paced circles around the room
to get away
finally crumpling to the floor
paralyzed with fear
my mind not remembering
but my body knowing all along
no not molestation
nothing so intimate
one therapist claimed it was
a remembrance of abuse
towards Mom
how you reacted
operatic in your usual aria
of anger
when you admitted
you were a predator
before words like that even existed
later in my life
how you hated fat women
I had grown plump
you couldn't bear to look at me
worst of all
in me
men with effeminate faces
drugs
like you in a different skin
searching for black
hair
eyes
circles
oh I've outdone you
I'm not Daddy's Little Girl
I'm your bitch
(Warning - Extreme [some explicit language])
dim memory of being a toddler
accidentally walking in on you
in the bathroom
hatred etched
on your angelic face
in high school I learned
to dress like the girls you wanted
heavy blue eyeliner and leather skirts
hoping you'd take me out
instead of them
always the waiting at the window
for lights beyond the curtains
all my life
sense of waiting at the window
for those impossible fairy lights
on visitations
the car interior stinking of cunt
and bourbon
angry meals where
I would say something wrong
fury in your eyes
trembling of your lips
as if we were never flesh and blood
baseball bats and nunchucks
under the passenger seat
while you waited for someone
to piss you off
ugly beauty
of your white karate uniform
horrid elegance
of those elongated, liquid dances
of simmering violence
stories of Vietnamese prostitutes
how you liked to bed your women
liked high heels and to watch
I was only eleven
why did you have to tell me
such things
why were you such the fetishist
when you hated our species all along
once you tried to hold me
innate terror I felt of you
how I paced circles around the room
to get away
finally crumpling to the floor
paralyzed with fear
my mind not remembering
but my body knowing all along
no not molestation
nothing so intimate
one therapist claimed it was
a remembrance of abuse
towards Mom
how you reacted
operatic in your usual aria
of anger
when you admitted
you were a predator
before words like that even existed
later in my life
how you hated fat women
I had grown plump
you couldn't bear to look at me
worst of all
in me
men with effeminate faces
drugs
like you in a different skin
searching for black
hair
eyes
circles
oh I've outdone you
I'm not Daddy's Little Girl
I'm your bitch
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
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Alone On Christmas
See the lights?
See the tree?
I have everything
Up for Christmas
But I have
No family
No children
To open presents
Nor a wife
To be near
An aging bachelor
My fate is loneliness
But give me no pity
For on Christmas Eve
The spirits of my
Departed Mom & Dad
Will be here
And celebrate with me
Alone On Christmas
See the lights?
See the tree?
I have everything
Up for Christmas
But I have
No family
No children
To open presents
Nor a wife
To be near
An aging bachelor
My fate is loneliness
But give me no pity
For on Christmas Eve
The spirits of my
Departed Mom & Dad
Will be here
And celebrate with me
Anonymous
Real Monsters
The devotion is assumed
because nature and everything right says so
in spite of the hints and whispers
pushed to the back corners of closets
like dust
a mothers love is deepest
despite all cries to the contrary
it's hard accepting anything else
contradictory to all we're taught
so
them that know evil can reproduce
accept it no easier
and live with the burden of proof
always at their feet
deprived of even simple validation
having looked behind the curtain
at
the ones who see nothing and question less
but know it all
and will swear it til their last breaths
some know the monsters aren't in the darkness
under beds or in nightmares
they're just a room or three away
and daylight is the time for the scared to hide
while the front is upheld in suburbia
some think of
a look that promises pain
of betrayal that knocks the lungs flat with subtlety
behind a smile that inspires chills
of
an enemy that has sworn to protect
and won't stop hurting
some think of
monsters
and are reminded of their mothers
some hope to be found by strangers
abducted to never return
some of us shouted into the abyss
begging to be swallowed up
The devotion is assumed
because nature and everything right says so
in spite of the hints and whispers
pushed to the back corners of closets
like dust
a mothers love is deepest
despite all cries to the contrary
it's hard accepting anything else
contradictory to all we're taught
so
them that know evil can reproduce
accept it no easier
and live with the burden of proof
always at their feet
deprived of even simple validation
having looked behind the curtain
at
the ones who see nothing and question less
but know it all
and will swear it til their last breaths
some know the monsters aren't in the darkness
under beds or in nightmares
they're just a room or three away
and daylight is the time for the scared to hide
while the front is upheld in suburbia
some think of
a look that promises pain
of betrayal that knocks the lungs flat with subtlety
behind a smile that inspires chills
of
an enemy that has sworn to protect
and won't stop hurting
some think of
monsters
and are reminded of their mothers
some hope to be found by strangers
abducted to never return
some of us shouted into the abyss
begging to be swallowed up
pocahontas86
Joined 5th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 2
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 2
How do I post my poem ?
pocahontas86
Joined 5th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 2
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 2
Wrote this when I was 18 I am 28 now.
Dear Father,
You were suppose to be there for me
Not leaving me without knowing me
Build a relationship no one can tear
Share laughs no one can share
Shed tears no one can shed
I'm suppose to say I hate you and slam my door
Not you closing the door on us
You suppose to be my protector my hero
We suppose to have so many memories
Yet we have none
Only the pictures of a face I never saw
You wrote to me inô 2001 when u had no one
You were locked up and to spite the past I was there
You came out and where are you now
You promised me dreams and I believed them
Because for that moment I had a father
As quick has the dreams came they lifted even faster
You suppose to be there for my graduations but yet you miss those too
You suppose to protect me from boys but I'm on my own with that also
Where are you? Why you not here with me? Giving me the love only a father can give
Its been 18 years still no show
I wrote to you, called you, visited family for you but yet nothing
What more can I do to show you that I at lease want to meet you
I can't do much more but you can
So into you find me I will continue writing Dear Father .....
Dear Father,
You were suppose to be there for me
Not leaving me without knowing me
Build a relationship no one can tear
Share laughs no one can share
Shed tears no one can shed
I'm suppose to say I hate you and slam my door
Not you closing the door on us
You suppose to be my protector my hero
We suppose to have so many memories
Yet we have none
Only the pictures of a face I never saw
You wrote to me inô 2001 when u had no one
You were locked up and to spite the past I was there
You came out and where are you now
You promised me dreams and I believed them
Because for that moment I had a father
As quick has the dreams came they lifted even faster
You suppose to be there for my graduations but yet you miss those too
You suppose to protect me from boys but I'm on my own with that also
Where are you? Why you not here with me? Giving me the love only a father can give
Its been 18 years still no show
I wrote to you, called you, visited family for you but yet nothing
What more can I do to show you that I at lease want to meet you
I can't do much more but you can
So into you find me I will continue writing Dear Father .....
HadesRising
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Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1625
FATHER
My mother cried today
Like she has every night
Since he was snatched from our hands
He showed us love, sometimes tough
To make us tough like him
The rock before the storm
To break apart the waves
We could always count on him
Until he was taken away
I know she misses him
But he isn't really gone
Those little tale-tell signs
I see them everyday
Crooked pictures in hallways
Lets us know that he remains
Behind the other veil
I swear I see him sometimes
Like a fleeting shadow
I can still hear his voice
Whispering in my dreams
I know she misses him
But he isn't really gone
I sense him walking by
As he watches all
My mother cries for him
As she holds his picture
Cannot see him beside her
Because his hand is hollow
A guardian angel
Remains against the dark
Like a spark in perpetual night
A shining beacon of light
The rock against the storm
I know she misses him
But he isn't really gone
I sense him walking by
As he watches all
If I could see him now
Would his eyes be filled with pride?
If she could she him now
Would she smile or cry?
HadesRising
Forum Posts: 1625
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1625
Do you believe in rest
Eternal even after your last breath?
The lasting sleep after
The smiling faces, the fading laughter
Do they truly rest when trapped in memories?
Like flickering candles frozen in time
Wispy facades against winter trees
This is all I have to show
Is it good enough for you?
I hope that one day you will know
The past days have all turned gray
Why did you have to go?
I hope you find your way
Father I hold tightly to your picture, so
Please don’t think I’m selfish
I just can’t stand to let you go
Veiled faces haunt my days
Like black umbrellas weathering the rain
The mournful songs after
The fading light, the dying laughter
I have scorned all of the tears that have been cried
But after twenty years she cries for you
Wish to see just one last kiss goodbye
Oh, the heroes of the song
Have been gone for far too long
I need a haunting in my home
It seems I lost you today
Why did you have to go?
Don’t ever fade away
So much lost in such little of time, fleeting
Just don’t think I’m selfish
Haunt my nights, I must be dreaming
I wake to an empty feeling
Your face is like falling grains of sand
Unable to grasp and hold on
Reunion in memory
I hope to see you again someday
This is all I have to show
Is it good enough for you?
I hope that one day you will know
The past days have all turned gray
Why did you have to go?
I hope you find your way
Oh, the heroes of the song
Have been gone for far too long
I need a haunting in my home
It seems I lost you today
Why did you have to go?
Don’t ever fade away
summultima
uma
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uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1372
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Forum Posts: 431
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 431
Thanks for the nod and for hosting, Khy. Really great theme. Congrats to Ceejay and Vishal, excellent work!