Bluevelvete
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 8:46pm
4th Feb 2024 8:46pm
Reckless are ends, unspoken
i watch
the sun
being tucked away
my skin, still warm
from the strength
of florida sunshine,
radiates our stark contrast
wasn't it yesterday
where sandcastles grew tall
and all that one particular day knew
were peals of shared laughter with zero agenda
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt
fading light plays it's tricks,
thunder rolls in the distance
maybe a warning of turmoil—
an omen the...
the sun
being tucked away
my skin, still warm
from the strength
of florida sunshine,
radiates our stark contrast
wasn't it yesterday
where sandcastles grew tall
and all that one particular day knew
were peals of shared laughter with zero agenda
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt
fading light plays it's tricks,
thunder rolls in the distance
maybe a warning of turmoil—
an omen the...
#mother
#illness
#aging
#daughter
#karma
557 reads
47 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
Thee Invisible Heart
Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
#love
#father
#separation
#daughter
#fatherhood
463 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 10:38pm
30th Jan 2024 10:38pm
Spoken Thoughts Through The Eyes Of A Princess
Father, will you tell me all the stories that originated out the depths of the sea
A land beforehand that defines our presence here on earth
A place in history that was preserved for you and for the generation divine calling of me
Will there be tales where the dragon slays the innocent with fire, the boogie man in black robes sitting on judgment seats
Taking breaths of Hebrew liberations to be placed in a cage to no longer pilgrimage free
I see Looming castles and exotic animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I walk through...
A land beforehand that defines our presence here on earth
A place in history that was preserved for you and for the generation divine calling of me
Will there be tales where the dragon slays the innocent with fire, the boogie man in black robes sitting on judgment seats
Taking breaths of Hebrew liberations to be placed in a cage to no longer pilgrimage free
I see Looming castles and exotic animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I walk through...
#father
#sun
#water
#daughter
#spiritual
391 reads
5 Comments
Johnny707
Poem Published
10th Oct 2023 00:13am
10th Oct 2023 00:13am
A Fathers heart
In the depths of a father's soul, a story unfolds,
Of sacrifice and pain, too great to be told.
For in the shadows, I silently carry the weight,
Protecting my children, their futures secure and straight.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
I labor on, my love never sways.
For my children's dreams, my heart does bleed,
A silent warrior, fulfilling every need.
In my tired eyes, wisdom lines lie deep,
Etched by battles fought, secrets I'll forever keep.
I shield them from the darkness that may come,
Guiding them...
Of sacrifice and pain, too great to be told.
For in the shadows, I silently carry the weight,
Protecting my children, their futures secure and straight.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
I labor on, my love never sways.
For my children's dreams, my heart does bleed,
A silent warrior, fulfilling every need.
In my tired eyes, wisdom lines lie deep,
Etched by battles fought, secrets I'll forever keep.
I shield them from the darkness that may come,
Guiding them...
#children
#family
#daughter
#son
#responsibility
416 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 2:42pm
8th Sep 2023 2:42pm
Another Birthday
The passing of another year snuck up on me a few days ago. Life’s been complicated but in the middle of the mess, I turn a year older today. I think I'll stay here a little while longer.
Twenty-six years ago, my mother pressed me to her breasts for the first time. She told me she cried when she first saw me and didn’t want to let me go when the nurse said it was time.
“I didn’t expect you to lunge for me the next time they brought you in.” She said with a smile. “You had a passion for life and insatiable appetite from the beginning.”
She told me that the...
Twenty-six years ago, my mother pressed me to her breasts for the first time. She told me she cried when she first saw me and didn’t want to let me go when the nurse said it was time.
“I didn’t expect you to lunge for me the next time they brought you in.” She said with a smile. “You had a passion for life and insatiable appetite from the beginning.”
She told me that the...
#mother
#sex
#birthday #daughter
#birthday #daughter
426 reads
6 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
15th Apr 2023 11:30pm
15th Apr 2023 11:30pm
Mule Royal
There was a middle-aged man who lived in Warrick, south Manchester. His name was Mr. Busher. Some people called him Mas Busha. He was a farmer, and he had a Christian wife and three beautiful daughters. His wife was a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church. It was rumoured that he was a child molester and that he had incestuous relationships with his daughters, but he denied those allegations.
The residents of the district nicknamed him Mule Royal. Jamaicans give that name to any man who has sex with his daughter. Mas Busha would curse anybody who calls him Mule Royal, and he...
The residents of the district nicknamed him Mule Royal. Jamaicans give that name to any man who has sex with his daughter. Mas Busha would curse anybody who calls him Mule Royal, and he...
#anger
#wife
#sex
#Christian
#daughter
310 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
Bumpy
Chapter 1
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely, and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby.
Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely, and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby.
Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
#brother
#sister
#birth
#school
#daughter
244 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:06pm
10th Sep 2022 3:06pm
I Carry Their Shadows
#love
#sex
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
373 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 12:55pm
8th Sep 2022 12:55pm
Her Shadow Forever
#sex
#death
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
407 reads
4 Comments
natfromfl
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 7:41pm
18th Aug 2022 7:41pm
2004
Dedicated to my dad...
You were in and out of jail
I got all the letters in the mail
You never had to go
You made that choice all on your own
All I ever wanted was to know
How could you tell me you were coming
And never show?
Were all the letters you sent to me a joke?
I realize our relationship was already broke
I wanted your love but all you wanted was to smoke
Obviously, the pain you went through was rough
but don't you think it's tough how you left your daughter in the dust?
Broke our...
You were in and out of jail
I got all the letters in the mail
You never had to go
You made that choice all on your own
All I ever wanted was to know
How could you tell me you were coming
And never show?
Were all the letters you sent to me a joke?
I realize our relationship was already broke
I wanted your love but all you wanted was to smoke
Obviously, the pain you went through was rough
but don't you think it's tough how you left your daughter in the dust?
Broke our...
#father
#childhood
#memories
#prison
#daughter
407 reads
1 Comment
Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
17th Aug 2022 12:21pm
17th Aug 2022 12:21pm
Note to her father
Man to man,
You really messed up
Broke this heart that now
I’m left to heal…
My girls so broken,
She’s so effected by little “nothings”
For her, everything’s a big deal.
You really fucked up,
No matter what,
It’s like my love not enough…
no matter what I show her,
She’s too hurt to believe it
And she lets it roll off of her shoulder.
You dropped that ball,
And chose to miss her life,
Chose to reject your our daughter,
…now she’s broken inside,
And when I look at her
She tries her best to hide… ...
You really messed up
Broke this heart that now
I’m left to heal…
My girls so broken,
She’s so effected by little “nothings”
For her, everything’s a big deal.
You really fucked up,
No matter what,
It’s like my love not enough…
no matter what I show her,
She’s too hurt to believe it
And she lets it roll off of her shoulder.
You dropped that ball,
And chose to miss her life,
Chose to reject your our daughter,
…now she’s broken inside,
And when I look at her
She tries her best to hide… ...
#anger
#grief
#father
#heartbroken
#daughter
301 reads
2 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
Hopscotch Lines
A long haired girl
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
#separation
#daughter
#responsibility
521 reads
20 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Daughters
