Poems about Father
#father
Poetry about father, depicting the wisdom and memories of a father, and what it means to be a good father. Poems exploring both positive and negative relationships between children and their fathers.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:51pm
9th Feb 2025 9:51pm
Ring of life & death
He's showed his kid numerous times a video of him and the kid's mother fucking on the night the kid was conceived
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
#birth
#children
#father
#memories
#sex
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 11:15pm
20th Jan 2025 11:15pm
Father and his son, the wimp
The boy turned fifteen. His father bought him a shotgun. He taught his son how to load, clean and shoot the gun. He would say, "Kid you've got to stand up for yourself, always." He would make the boy shoot round after round, his shoulder would ache. He would rather read comics, go on his phone, and jerk off like any normal teenager. He didn't like going to the rifle range with his father. The place gave him the creeps.
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
#bullying
#father
#ShortStory #son
#ShortStory #son
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Poeticking81
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:30am
16th Jan 2025 9:30am
This poem is called Child Murder
My name's sky I'm three,My eyes are swollen.I can't see,I must be stupid.I must be bad,What else could have made my daddy so mad?I wish i were better i wish i weren't ugly,Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.I can't do wrong i can't speak at all or else i am lockup all day long.When i am awake i am all alone.The house is dark my folks aren't home.When my mommy does come home.I'll try and be nice,so maybe i will just get one whipping tonight.I just heard a car,my daddy's back from charlies bar.I hear him curse.My name's called,I press myself against the wall.I try to hide from his...
#death
#father
#murder #son
#murder #son
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:10am
12th Jan 2025 2:10am
what time does the floor show start?
..that is the question I
always asked myself
when my drunken father
came staggering home
with my mom sitting
on that worn out old
couch waiting for him
and his worthless den
full of lion lies and vodka
excuses
I had a front row seat
and I didn't have to pay
one red cent to see the
whole dammed show
now that's what I
call entertainment
always asked myself
when my drunken father
came staggering home
with my mom sitting
on that worn out old
couch waiting for him
and his worthless den
full of lion lies and vodka
excuses
I had a front row seat
and I didn't have to pay
one red cent to see the
whole dammed show
now that's what I
call entertainment
#father
#memories
#mother
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:25am
6th Jan 2025 10:25am
Father & Son
The boy hid under his bed when he would hear his father come into the house
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...
#abuse
#alcohol
#DomesticViolence
#father
#son
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8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 9:53pm
5th Jan 2025 9:53pm
Sunday January 5th
Mommy, come look!!
Daddy pointed a gun at his face and fired it!
He won't get up
Mommy, he's funny looking, come look!!
Daddy pointed a gun at his face and fired it!
He won't get up
Mommy, he's funny looking, come look!!
#children
#dark
#death
#father
#suicide
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
~my warrioring king, my earthen god .. you are ever, dad.
as he coiled down in silence
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of a houseful audience..&
as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity.. ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”
he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths.. from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life.. still...
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of a houseful audience..&
as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity.. ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”
he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths.. from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life.. still...
#family
#father
#gratitude #love
#gratitude #love
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oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
Growiin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
#childhood
#dreams
#father
#mother
#music
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
15 Billion
15 billion miles from Earth
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
#astronomy
#father
#memories
#son
#universe
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 1:01am
17th Dec 2024 1:01am
POWER OF UNITY
For sure we all can remember a time in each of our lives 🥰 when we use to connect on so many ways of subconscious, thoughts on the things that truly matter to us as family and friends. But yet it's changed from the deepness into negativity, of what was created by those before us, when we weren't even born into the world 🌍 For sure as I keep those thoughts as motions, pictures of images of good times with the elders, of the truth seekers of our family roots. I remember so many stories about the deepness of the truth, there was a time when we had laugh together and moments when...
#brother
#daughter
#father
#memories
#mother
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cjpoetry
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
The Boy The Man
I reunite with a glaze in this young boys eyes, blue and wet as if his father had died.
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
#family
#father
#son
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