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.
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:46am
Yesterday 3:46am
Afraid of the world
I hold so much anger in my soul for you that I could light the sun on fire,
You've taken so much away from me, so many special days.
You ruin everything with your anger, and fists and your throat.
I want to scream at you at the top of my lungs,
To tell you to get lost and to leave us.
You took everything away and didn't even say sorry,
My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be special, and you ruined that too.
I wish I could give my mother all of my strength, in hopes she might leave you.
I would rejoice, battlecry at the top of my lungs.
...
You've taken so much away from me, so many special days.
You ruin everything with your anger, and fists and your throat.
I want to scream at you at the top of my lungs,
To tell you to get lost and to leave us.
You took everything away and didn't even say sorry,
My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be special, and you ruined that too.
I wish I could give my mother all of my strength, in hopes she might leave you.
I would rejoice, battlecry at the top of my lungs.
...
#father
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 10:57pm
25th Oct 2020 10:57pm
I Am Not An Animal
Most of you simply don't realize the love that my father put into me
You have to realize that there was nothing abusive, not even sexually
My father was totally of the brain, pushing the fucking limits of his passion
He carefully selected each piece, some stolen there could be no asking
Robbers were paid as his true lab was designed, built, and powered
In the mean time he took menial work, patient by patient, hour by hour
But that helped him to get good shit, shit that could take the spark
The shit that need lightin, otherwise the entire...
You have to realize that there was nothing abusive, not even sexually
My father was totally of the brain, pushing the fucking limits of his passion
He carefully selected each piece, some stolen there could be no asking
Robbers were paid as his true lab was designed, built, and powered
In the mean time he took menial work, patient by patient, hour by hour
But that helped him to get good shit, shit that could take the spark
The shit that need lightin, otherwise the entire...
#dark
#father
#evil #humankind
#evil #humankind
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
The Addict’s Daughter
you’d get a good laugh
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
#father
#abuse
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection
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Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 1st Oct 2020 3:10pm
23rd Jun 2020 4:10pm
23rd Jun 2020 4:10pm
Pick Up the Pen
When my father—a writer who never finished a single book he wrote
(don’t we all have at least one such story?)
—was dying, his tongue half gone in an attempt to prolong his more than average life
(perhaps only as the sun would count, if it
could)
I asked if he could pick up his pen one last time
and write letters to us four kids.
If he did such a thing, we would never know.
All his words of love and regret and pain, along with an infinite pool of ‘I wishes’, would stay deep within...
(don’t we all have at least one such story?)
—was dying, his tongue half gone in an attempt to prolong his more than average life
(perhaps only as the sun would count, if it
could)
I asked if he could pick up his pen one last time
and write letters to us four kids.
If he did such a thing, we would never know.
All his words of love and regret and pain, along with an infinite pool of ‘I wishes’, would stay deep within...
#love
#grief
#father
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
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TimWombles
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 6:47am
27th Sep 2020 6:47am
Like My Daddy Did
Pour my gravy over my eggs like my Daddy did
As long as I got biscuits to sop them up with
Memories of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Every once in awhile, I'll make a sheepish grin
And I'll laugh to myself that I'm turning into him
Visions of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Chorus:
My Daddy was a good man
But he wasn't perfect in any way
Sometimes I'd get so mad at him
I'd have trouble thinking straight
Still being reminded of a good man
In traits I...
As long as I got biscuits to sop them up with
Memories of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Every once in awhile, I'll make a sheepish grin
And I'll laugh to myself that I'm turning into him
Visions of my Dad pop up now and then
Never know why, never know when
Chorus:
My Daddy was a good man
But he wasn't perfect in any way
Sometimes I'd get so mad at him
I'd have trouble thinking straight
Still being reminded of a good man
In traits I...
#father
#family
#memories
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 9:10pm
23rd Sep 2020 9:10pm
ABORTION - How Bad Is It ??!!
ABORTION IS WORSE THAN YOU THINK:
Not only is the baby killed, the womb of the mother
is defiled by being turned into the opposite of itself.
I mean it is a place for the creating of life.
But abortion turns it into an execution chamber !!
Not only that, in the Law of Moses (the Torah) the Temple is patterned after a woman's body.
And the innermost room ("the Holy of Holies") corresponds to the innermost organ of a woman's body.
Namely the uterus.
Why is this important??
Well, Antiochus Epiphanes was a type or miniature of the Antichrist. ...
Not only is the baby killed, the womb of the mother
is defiled by being turned into the opposite of itself.
I mean it is a place for the creating of life.
But abortion turns it into an execution chamber !!
Not only that, in the Law of Moses (the Torah) the Temple is patterned after a woman's body.
And the innermost room ("the Holy of Holies") corresponds to the innermost organ of a woman's body.
Namely the uterus.
Why is this important??
Well, Antiochus Epiphanes was a type or miniature of the Antichrist. ...
#mother
#father
#brother
#childhood
#daughter
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3 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 12:49pm
19th Sep 2020 12:49pm
Live to f**k Again
#lust
#father
#teens #sex
#teens #sex
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2 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 5:44am
15th Sep 2020 5:44am
Tellin' Season
The breeze was dropping secrets
with every falling leaf
Until the trees stood naked
There’s no tellin’ the words he’ll speak
Why the hell he have to wait so long
To kick up dust at the end of day
I always knew the storm was coming
But why did it have to come today
Here comes the Tellin' Season
Bout to find out the rhyme and reason
For all the things he did and didn’t do
Inside the Telling season
The weather of his words- gets you believing
That he did it all for you
That ain’t true
But he gets it off his chest...
with every falling leaf
Until the trees stood naked
There’s no tellin’ the words he’ll speak
Why the hell he have to wait so long
To kick up dust at the end of day
I always knew the storm was coming
But why did it have to come today
Here comes the Tellin' Season
Bout to find out the rhyme and reason
For all the things he did and didn’t do
Inside the Telling season
The weather of his words- gets you believing
That he did it all for you
That ain’t true
But he gets it off his chest...
#father
#family
#death #son
#death #son
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TheFutureEmbrace
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 4:15pm
14th Sep 2020 4:15pm
Monolith
I caught him once
To the man I whispered, 'Father'
Staring into the abyss
Frail remnants-
of a strength I once knew.
A glimpse of his years
Fighting amongst the crowds
This monolith of a man.
Inequatable statue
The faintest echo of regret
For a second, within a lifetime
I felt the pain of his years
And the sorrows of his loss
This mythical figure of mine
More human than ever before.
This power who caused me fear,
and love and fortune,
Whom I elevated so high
How could I never see that ...
To the man I whispered, 'Father'
Staring into the abyss
Frail remnants-
of a strength I once knew.
A glimpse of his years
Fighting amongst the crowds
This monolith of a man.
Inequatable statue
The faintest echo of regret
For a second, within a lifetime
I felt the pain of his years
And the sorrows of his loss
This mythical figure of mine
More human than ever before.
This power who caused me fear,
and love and fortune,
Whom I elevated so high
How could I never see that ...
#father
#family
#healing
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 00:56am
14th Sep 2020 00:56am
Regret
I drove into the city to visit my son,
Those visits had become precious and few,
And all day long I had it in the back of my mind…
I wanted to tell him, let’s go visit grandpa too.
As the day wore on driving around town,
The hours just seemed to fly by,
I could have picked up the phone,
Even it if it was just say hi.
Looking back at that Saturday,
I could have made the effort to see my father,
It had been months since I saw him,
And for some reason I didn’t even bother…
I don’t know why I didn’t try, ...
Those visits had become precious and few,
And all day long I had it in the back of my mind…
I wanted to tell him, let’s go visit grandpa too.
As the day wore on driving around town,
The hours just seemed to fly by,
I could have picked up the phone,
Even it if it was just say hi.
Looking back at that Saturday,
I could have made the effort to see my father,
It had been months since I saw him,
And for some reason I didn’t even bother…
I don’t know why I didn’t try, ...
#love
#regret
#father
#ImSorry
#death
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lonelove
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 5:26am
13th Sep 2020 5:26am
Half Jack
Drink until i cant stand
I am my fathers daughter
Push away everyone whos loved me
I am my mothers daughter
Holes in the drywall boxers fractures
I am my fathers daughter
Venom laced words echoed with guilty tears
I am my mothers daughter
Two sides of the same cyanide pill
I am my fathers daughter
Push away everyone whos loved me
I am my mothers daughter
Holes in the drywall boxers fractures
I am my fathers daughter
Venom laced words echoed with guilty tears
I am my mothers daughter
Two sides of the same cyanide pill
#mother
#father
#family #abuse
#family #abuse
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Stoney223
Poem Published
12th Sep 2020 5:45pm
12th Sep 2020 5:45pm
MY SPIRITUAL DAUGHTER
They say that through time and patience is where we learn to adjust, to the many things that will alter our lives to living in humanity whether alone or with someone. For it is through those we love and those we lost or those who have come across our paths, whether it's for an season or for an reason of change that we experience the feelings and deepness and emotions of what, true love feels like and looks like through our own eyes sometimes even through the eyes of the children's. Yet sometimes beneath the surface it can stimulate your subconsciousness, and awareness of a real and rare kind...
#father
#family
#memories
#daughter
#responsibility
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