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.
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The haunting bittersweetness of coconut cream pie
It's been a long while
Years are mere moments
some days shine bright
of your warm memory
it's only in dark shadows
where the sting still stings
Finding my own smile
in tattered old photos
or sounds of our similar nature
tears can't help but brim
quivering
at our alikeness
unmistakably similar
so uncanny
I can't help but chuckle
yeah, that too... is familiar
Laughing through tears
grief finds it's own way
through, over
and around
Every single one
of...
Years are mere moments
some days shine bright
of your warm memory
it's only in dark shadows
where the sting still stings
Finding my own smile
in tattered old photos
or sounds of our similar nature
tears can't help but brim
quivering
at our alikeness
unmistakably similar
so uncanny
I can't help but chuckle
yeah, that too... is familiar
Laughing through tears
grief finds it's own way
through, over
and around
Every single one
of...
#love
#father
#birthday
#magic
#healing
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Postmortem Letter
With calloused hands
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
#father
#childhood
#memories
#son
#responsibility
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LONG LOST BABY DADDY
It’s been a time
Since I’ve asked for your help
The first time was when
Our son was three weeks old
Omg he’s going to die
You hadn’t been with
me for some time
We lolly-gagged
At my sister’s house
Our baby waked me up
We were too young
You said you’d be here
And you were
Like the dust
Nobody remembers,
but it somehow
Disappears
And then you were gone
It’s been 18 years
I don’t know why
But I still
Believe.
Since I’ve asked for your help
The first time was when
Our son was three weeks old
Omg he’s going to die
You hadn’t been with
me for some time
We lolly-gagged
At my sister’s house
Our baby waked me up
We were too young
You said you’d be here
And you were
Like the dust
Nobody remembers,
but it somehow
Disappears
And then you were gone
It’s been 18 years
I don’t know why
But I still
Believe.
#father
#children
#responsibility
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thief
those drunken nights,
the unbridled rages
and threats of
violence
sleeping with a loaded
gun under your pillow
erecting those dark
mountains of fear
to hold your family
hostage
and robbing the
wonders of the
moon and stars
from this child's
eyes
the unbridled rages
and threats of
violence
sleeping with a loaded
gun under your pillow
erecting those dark
mountains of fear
to hold your family
hostage
and robbing the
wonders of the
moon and stars
from this child's
eyes
#father
#memories
#addiction #vulnerability
#addiction #vulnerability
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My Parents Last Christmas
It was ten years ago tonight when I went to Sneedville and spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with my parents. My ex-friend gave me a ride there and a ride back home the next evening. I took my "Scramble" handheld game with me to play and I also took my cat. Time sure does fly. It doesn't seem like it has been an entire decade since then.
I figured that it would be Dad's last Christmas because he had Leukemia. But I had no idea that it would be Mom's last Christmas as well. Mom died less than three months later and Dad died about seven months later. I wish that I had known that...
I figured that it would be Dad's last Christmas because he had Leukemia. But I had no idea that it would be Mom's last Christmas as well. Mom died less than three months later and Dad died about seven months later. I wish that I had known that...
#mother
#father
#death
#Christmas
#nonfiction
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Frank's Pillow
Sometimes I like to imagine you’d be here with us
You and I would’ve spent hours watching World Cup
Then you’d tell me a story from your playing days
We’d share laughs and talk over drinks
Sometimes I wish I could go to you for advice
Or I’d ask about grandpa and grandma
About the farm
But it’s just a passing thought
Now I’ve lost much of my family history
Sometimes I want to pick up a bottle and reminisce
But I broke my own little rule some weeks ago
For Cindy’s wedding
I had one shot with my son
Like some rite of...
You and I would’ve spent hours watching World Cup
Then you’d tell me a story from your playing days
We’d share laughs and talk over drinks
Sometimes I wish I could go to you for advice
Or I’d ask about grandpa and grandma
About the farm
But it’s just a passing thought
Now I’ve lost much of my family history
Sometimes I want to pick up a bottle and reminisce
But I broke my own little rule some weeks ago
For Cindy’s wedding
I had one shot with my son
Like some rite of...
#father
#death
#memorial
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An Open Letter to My Father
12/20/2018
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what I’m about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
I’m blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, they’re hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didn’t always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you.
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,...
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what I’m about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
I’m blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, they’re hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didn’t always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you.
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,...
#father
#parent
#death
#memories
#son
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Seven
To the devils that hide--
Who sometimes come disguised,
Unforeseen...it was my home in which he resides;
A fraudulent patriarch sent from the dark To disband his malevolence--
He who only preys upon innocence, Unprepared for his arrival,
I could not escape that evil criminal.
So, consumed by despair,
With only my weight to spare, I surrendered to life's entropy;
Truths unbridled and untold,
For the dreams of my brother I behold,
In honor of my mother I chose to carry-- A death of a child for which I bestowed.
Who sometimes come disguised,
Unforeseen...it was my home in which he resides;
A fraudulent patriarch sent from the dark To disband his malevolence--
He who only preys upon innocence, Unprepared for his arrival,
I could not escape that evil criminal.
So, consumed by despair,
With only my weight to spare, I surrendered to life's entropy;
Truths unbridled and untold,
For the dreams of my brother I behold,
In honor of my mother I chose to carry-- A death of a child for which I bestowed.
#father
#parent
#childhood
#family
#memories
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Props 2 My Pops
Today we celebrate he who sired me
Who inspires each of us in our family
An anomaly or a gift from the supreme?
Could he be both? An answer to a dream?
He seems to have a heart of pure gold
Lending a hand rather than see me fold
It's a very cold world but I'm his oldest son
So he provides warmth like the golden Sun
I frequently run into so many cloudy days
His shoulders I lean on during my dismay
Today I choose to convey my deepest props
While wishing a Happy Birthday to my Pops
Who inspires each of us in our family
An anomaly or a gift from the supreme?
Could he be both? An answer to a dream?
He seems to have a heart of pure gold
Lending a hand rather than see me fold
It's a very cold world but I'm his oldest son
So he provides warmth like the golden Sun
I frequently run into so many cloudy days
His shoulders I lean on during my dismay
Today I choose to convey my deepest props
While wishing a Happy Birthday to my Pops
#love
#father
#birthday
#gratitude
#respect
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#father
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While She Was By The Pool
It
was while
she was by
the pool of her
Los Angeles home
that Bonnie Sue began
to miss all of those Christmas
holidays with her family
back in Ohio before that one
heated argument she had with her dad.
was while
she was by
the pool of her
Los Angeles home
that Bonnie Sue began
to miss all of those Christmas
holidays with her family
back in Ohio before that one
heated argument she had with her dad.
#father
#Christmas
#holiday
#fiction
#daughter
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Ho Ho Ho Humbug!
When i hear
People mention
Santa's Sack
I have to stop
My imagination
(And show some slack)
From running
Away from me
It's really
Just to much
Yackity yack!
by Jemia
People mention
Santa's Sack
I have to stop
My imagination
(And show some slack)
From running
Away from me
It's really
Just to much
Yackity yack!
by Jemia
#father
#Christmas
#funny
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