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.
EdibleWords
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:46pm
Yesterday 4:46pm
Dear God - a Dear Daddies special
Dear God,
I'd start politely
asking you how you are
but I already know
(Hugs)
At least I think I do
*smiles sheepishly*
...feel free to tell me though
Tell me anything. For you,
I'm always interested
in what you have to say
So just ignore my tone on bad days;
I love the sound of your voice in my ears 💖🌟
Thanks for keeping my personal issues
to a bearable minimum 🙏
Because of you🌹
I've found my Daddy in everyone. ❤️
(Even in me,...
I'd start politely
asking you how you are
but I already know
(Hugs)
At least I think I do
*smiles sheepishly*
...feel free to tell me though
Tell me anything. For you,
I'm always interested
in what you have to say
So just ignore my tone on bad days;
I love the sound of your voice in my ears 💖🌟
Thanks for keeping my personal issues
to a bearable minimum 🙏
Because of you🌹
I've found my Daddy in everyone. ❤️
(Even in me,...
#father
#God
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ima_well_man
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:19pm
Yesterday 4:19pm
Charred
i was young
but i remember
i remember
the fires
the raging flames
the hot ticking temper
your dismal disposition
seared maddening
melancholy memories
eternally etched
in an eight year old
fickle mind
your bruises
burned bridges
to any future
we may have had
the hellacious fury
charred every innocent
reaping recollection
my childhood
selfishly scorched
buried beneath
blackened eggshells
i woefully walked
everyday
charred remnants remain
ghoulish ghosts haunt ...
but i remember
i remember
the fires
the raging flames
the hot ticking temper
your dismal disposition
seared maddening
melancholy memories
eternally etched
in an eight year old
fickle mind
your bruises
burned bridges
to any future
we may have had
the hellacious fury
charred every innocent
reaping recollection
my childhood
selfishly scorched
buried beneath
blackened eggshells
i woefully walked
everyday
charred remnants remain
ghoulish ghosts haunt ...
#father
#childhood
#memories
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Kfn185
C.F.Nuallain
C.F.Nuallain
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 10:02pm
12th Jan 2020 10:02pm
Nil by mouth
Verse
My old man sold contraband, on a market stall,
made a bomb, with great aplomb, but pissed it up the wall,
Verse
Lived his life on the edge of a knife, took everyday as it came,
but spent to much on his evil crutch and now he's out the game,
Chorus
He's nil by mouth, and drying out in a psychiatric wing,
shaking like his old black bike and he can't recall a thing,
he's nil by mouth, nil by mouth,
Verse
He was Jack the lad, who always had, nice 'clobber' on his back,
he wore Armani suits,...
My old man sold contraband, on a market stall,
made a bomb, with great aplomb, but pissed it up the wall,
Verse
Lived his life on the edge of a knife, took everyday as it came,
but spent to much on his evil crutch and now he's out the game,
Chorus
He's nil by mouth, and drying out in a psychiatric wing,
shaking like his old black bike and he can't recall a thing,
he's nil by mouth, nil by mouth,
Verse
He was Jack the lad, who always had, nice 'clobber' on his back,
he wore Armani suits,...
#father
#childhood
#son
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 10:22pm
7th Jan 2020 10:22pm
Dear Daddies - No Role Model Bullshit
Don't make me out to be some 'role model.' I'm not into that." He says, his head hanging as he stares away to the floor. It's been a bad day. There has been interesting tension and melodrama in the past few days. Nature within us continues to govern our narratives and it's enough to make us blush.
If he could own it, he's a wannabe underachiever! And he's not happy with his feelings of frustration with "the team." He knows there are better behaved people in the world, but he loves us, so he's trapped with his reality.
"I try my best to show the raw and...
If he could own it, he's a wannabe underachiever! And he's not happy with his feelings of frustration with "the team." He knows there are better behaved people in the world, but he loves us, so he's trapped with his reality.
"I try my best to show the raw and...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 10:22pm
5th Jan 2020 10:22pm
Dear Daddies - Breaking Through
You hear that?" He asked me.
"The malfouf polyrhythm makes the feel of the chacha hang back into a more bassanova feel." I talk like a listener, not a pro. My thoughts are near echo.
I am not really qualified in my mind, but I'm his wife, and he needs to talk. I'm a talker, though, so oops... here's me, leaking the dribbles of precious ideas to you.
"But without the Bassa-nova!" He replied. He is amazing. His feel for rhythm and chord progressions makes me feel like a tiny, admiring ant before a dancing giant. I do music but would never compare...
"The malfouf polyrhythm makes the feel of the chacha hang back into a more bassanova feel." I talk like a listener, not a pro. My thoughts are near echo.
I am not really qualified in my mind, but I'm his wife, and he needs to talk. I'm a talker, though, so oops... here's me, leaking the dribbles of precious ideas to you.
"But without the Bassa-nova!" He replied. He is amazing. His feel for rhythm and chord progressions makes me feel like a tiny, admiring ant before a dancing giant. I do music but would never compare...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 2:24am
5th Jan 2020 2:24am
Dear Daddies - Death by Team
She came over and what happened?" He asks, to recap.
"An acrylic painting of a rainy mountain lake and a whole song. The kids ...having a lot of fun." I say.
"Playing blackjack until 2 am and sleeping in til 12 noon." He responds.
"The three girls finally were like three peas in a pod. I thought it was a breakthrough moment last night." I offer.
He holds his head for a second and then peers up at me. "Who raises kids like this?"
Me, I guess. Him, too, if he's honest. My man is a straight shooter. But this isn't the orderly...
"An acrylic painting of a rainy mountain lake and a whole song. The kids ...having a lot of fun." I say.
"Playing blackjack until 2 am and sleeping in til 12 noon." He responds.
"The three girls finally were like three peas in a pod. I thought it was a breakthrough moment last night." I offer.
He holds his head for a second and then peers up at me. "Who raises kids like this?"
Me, I guess. Him, too, if he's honest. My man is a straight shooter. But this isn't the orderly...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 5:16pm
2nd Jan 2020 5:16pm
Dear Daddies - Too Late
I recently read a poem by a deep and careful thinker: "Too late," he called it. Brilliant title for a tribute to a late and great father. Even daddies have daddies to love and remember. Why stop remembering them when they are gone? Perhaps after they are "gone" we have all the more reason to draw them close to us.
Someone was more than happy to pick on what was really so very deep and clever, because he isn't so much a poet in technique as a seer of life. But I'd choose his stuff over Ezra Pound any day!
In fact, I'm no writer any more than he is, but the goodness of...
Someone was more than happy to pick on what was really so very deep and clever, because he isn't so much a poet in technique as a seer of life. But I'd choose his stuff over Ezra Pound any day!
In fact, I'm no writer any more than he is, but the goodness of...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 7:54am
2nd Jan 2020 7:54am
Dear Daddies - Feast of Optimism
It's a lot. I'm getting a lot. Sure, I'm spending, seemingly losing a lot, but it's all coming back to me, richly."
This is only slightly a paraphrase of what I just heard from a father's mouth. From his perspective, he's gained 10 precious children of however many he is meant to have, and that's more than worth everything he gave up, turned his back on or or spent for his wife and children in the name of love.
I think he's right. Because he's put his children first he's raising an army of writing artists and musicians. Okay, maybe just a platoon. But more if he's a...
This is only slightly a paraphrase of what I just heard from a father's mouth. From his perspective, he's gained 10 precious children of however many he is meant to have, and that's more than worth everything he gave up, turned his back on or or spent for his wife and children in the name of love.
I think he's right. Because he's put his children first he's raising an army of writing artists and musicians. Okay, maybe just a platoon. But more if he's a...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 1:59am
2nd Jan 2020 1:59am
Dear Daddies - Daddy Mystique
So you're going?" I ask, never ready to watch him leave, but feigning placid apathy. I'm actually delighted that he's working, as I open the iPad. But another part wants to declare a re-honeymoon and run away with him. If he leaves now he escapes my developing plan to move mountains... and he does.
"Yeah. Two over four, the baseline." He smiles slightly, looking like some rugged leading movie star role model, Jesus or the last Jedi... that hair and the grey hoodie over his head to help him dodge the rain. Adorable.
His music is to me "epic" (tragically unpublished, owing...
"Yeah. Two over four, the baseline." He smiles slightly, looking like some rugged leading movie star role model, Jesus or the last Jedi... that hair and the grey hoodie over his head to help him dodge the rain. Adorable.
His music is to me "epic" (tragically unpublished, owing...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 7:56pm
1st Jan 2020 7:56pm
Dear Daddies - You Never Held Me Back
Lover, before all these witnesses I tell you, you never held me back.
These fears must be common to family men.
Neither I nor my children were ever denied what we needed. We've wasted many opportunities you gave us, in fact. That's not to say we didn't enjoy everything we had as fully as we possibly could. Our capacity to use every blessing, every gift has been restrained by our natural limitations.
I'm talking about all kinds of opportunities. Loads of discretionary moments, tons of wasted resources, neglected tools for self improvement, sleeping...
These fears must be common to family men.
Neither I nor my children were ever denied what we needed. We've wasted many opportunities you gave us, in fact. That's not to say we didn't enjoy everything we had as fully as we possibly could. Our capacity to use every blessing, every gift has been restrained by our natural limitations.
I'm talking about all kinds of opportunities. Loads of discretionary moments, tons of wasted resources, neglected tools for self improvement, sleeping...
#father
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
31st Dec 2019 6:59pm
31st Dec 2019 6:59pm
Dear Daddies - Never High Enough
This will be one of my last." Coughing cut the sentence short.
Bet you thought I was talking about puffing weed. That's a setup. I'm talking about walls you build. You *could* apply it to getting high, since it's just another kind of protective wall. I say that with no judgement.
There's nothing wrong with walls, Daddies. Even a psychoactive wall. But let's be clear where the walls should end.
"I don't like your writing."
"I don't like your life insurance policy."
Those are weird walls. But they are walls, too.
"Well, I wish...
Bet you thought I was talking about puffing weed. That's a setup. I'm talking about walls you build. You *could* apply it to getting high, since it's just another kind of protective wall. I say that with no judgement.
There's nothing wrong with walls, Daddies. Even a psychoactive wall. But let's be clear where the walls should end.
"I don't like your writing."
"I don't like your life insurance policy."
Those are weird walls. But they are walls, too.
"Well, I wish...
#father
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thathustla
Poem Published
31st Dec 2019 1:59pm
31st Dec 2019 1:59pm
After life
I want to remember the better days
Before he hurt me in so many ways
someone who offered me nothing but support
My mind is something so easy to distort
He was broken so young... lived a life full of pain
But he always fought... a battle in vain
When I think of the things he made it through
I have to believe he wasn’t always so blue
A man full of love... and anger... so much rage
Trapped in a broken body... a truly horrible cage
It never stopped him from living, not without cost
I’m sorry to say, without him I feel so lost ...
Before he hurt me in so many ways
someone who offered me nothing but support
My mind is something so easy to distort
He was broken so young... lived a life full of pain
But he always fought... a battle in vain
When I think of the things he made it through
I have to believe he wasn’t always so blue
A man full of love... and anger... so much rage
Trapped in a broken body... a truly horrible cage
It never stopped him from living, not without cost
I’m sorry to say, without him I feel so lost ...
#anxiety
#father
#suicide
#respect
#emptiness
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