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.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
Mass Earnis Ah Mass Ruben
(Patois)
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
#children
#curse
#father
#funny
#home
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 12:19pm
27th Feb 2025 12:19pm
There once upon time
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ there once upon a time ⌚ that a child was placed in children services. His file was created to hide his history yet this same child was placed in adoption agency. 😔 For this same child got adopted by a good family, who decided to adopt a child cause their own children were grown and on their own. From the outside appearance he seems normal polite well-mannered a child anybody will want. But beneath the surface he had a deep dark 🌑 secret of the evil hidden behind a smile of a child. 😊 One-day the...
#dark
#father
#mother
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Ambjr
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
the weight of your legacy
my reflection holds a warnin
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
#childhood
#father
#violence
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 2:41pm
21st Feb 2025 2:41pm
History
As I woke, my eyes came to rest
on my lover’s penis lying limp and at ease.
I thought of its history with this man’s life.
They’d been together 34 years and he’d
handled it daily from the time his hands
began to explore his body.
It had known many women and now me as well.
I wondered what they were like,
what pleasure had they found in Shawn
as he moved through his youth and then adulthood.
In the morning light, his penis was a dark shadow,
reminding me of the first time
I was confronted with my father’s ...
on my lover’s penis lying limp and at ease.
I thought of its history with this man’s life.
They’d been together 34 years and he’d
handled it daily from the time his hands
began to explore his body.
It had known many women and now me as well.
I wondered what they were like,
what pleasure had they found in Shawn
as he moved through his youth and then adulthood.
In the morning light, his penis was a dark shadow,
reminding me of the first time
I was confronted with my father’s ...
#childhood
#father
#morality #sex
#morality #sex
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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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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
126 reads
17 Comments
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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