Poems for and About Fathers Seeking Friendly Advice
#father
Poems for and about fathers seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Life Is Cruel
How am I supposed to function without you
You were supposed to watch me grow up
And help me learn about life, being independent, and an adult
You weren’t supposed to die before I graduated college
How am I supposed to keep going
When every day I think of all the things you won’t see
The memories we won’t create
The time we didn’t get
All the things I wish we got to do together
Now I just chase the songs that remind me of you
Crying until I have no energy left in me
Wondering how the world could be so cruel
To take away the most...
You were supposed to watch me grow up
And help me learn about life, being independent, and an adult
You weren’t supposed to die before I graduated college
How am I supposed to keep going
When every day I think of all the things you won’t see
The memories we won’t create
The time we didn’t get
All the things I wish we got to do together
Now I just chase the songs that remind me of you
Crying until I have no energy left in me
Wondering how the world could be so cruel
To take away the most...
#father
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Amelioration @ ten
10/30
Amelioration @ ten
If only I could’ve waved the magic wand
pulled from a Ten year old’s imagination
Believing god or the cosmos placed me
reincarnated for a tort in a previous
existence
In anguish, fear….. pain ----
increasingly mental emotional damage
wishing, O how I wished daily for release
anything to improve my life
Thinking the first born must be
the (an) example
the experimental child
reasons for the physical tortures
so siblings would toe the line
Hence, swallowing a...
Amelioration @ ten
If only I could’ve waved the magic wand
pulled from a Ten year old’s imagination
Believing god or the cosmos placed me
reincarnated for a tort in a previous
existence
In anguish, fear….. pain ----
increasingly mental emotional damage
wishing, O how I wished daily for release
anything to improve my life
Thinking the first born must be
the (an) example
the experimental child
reasons for the physical tortures
so siblings would toe the line
Hence, swallowing a...
#childhood
#father
#God
#SelfHarm
#universe
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A Poem For My Dad
3/30
Seeing you in my dreams
Never gets any easier
There’s a different kind of heartache
That comes with this kind of grief
I miss you everyday
And think of all the things you're not here for
Some days are just harder
Where everything reminds me of you
Maybe it's the cloudy weather
And the chill that's in the air
But today, I can’t seem to stop thinking
Of how much I could use one of your hugs
Seeing you in my dreams
Never gets any easier
There’s a different kind of heartache
That comes with this kind of grief
I miss you everyday
And think of all the things you're not here for
Some days are just harder
Where everything reminds me of you
Maybe it's the cloudy weather
And the chill that's in the air
But today, I can’t seem to stop thinking
Of how much I could use one of your hugs
#father
#grief
#parent
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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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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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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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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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your absence holds no weight
I think of you less
than I probably should
life / death
it's all meaningless in the end
and it's like I can breathe better
in your absence
I hope my children don't grow up
and hate me as much as I hate you
I found a photo of you the other day
the one where I'm 3 years old
frowing
and you're holding me in your arms
...
I didn't throw it out
rip it
burn it
erase it
I'm keeping this one
not for you
I'm keeping this one
for the little girl that hadn't learnt
to...
than I probably should
life / death
it's all meaningless in the end
and it's like I can breathe better
in your absence
I hope my children don't grow up
and hate me as much as I hate you
I found a photo of you the other day
the one where I'm 3 years old
frowing
and you're holding me in your arms
...
I didn't throw it out
rip it
burn it
erase it
I'm keeping this one
not for you
I'm keeping this one
for the little girl that hadn't learnt
to...
#death
#father
#grief
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Seventy-Seventh Birthday
In July of 2013, you died and you went to Heaven.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77.
After taking chemotherapy for months, you died.
You were a great provider and that can't be denied.
When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77.
After taking chemotherapy for months, you died.
You were a great provider and that can't be denied.
When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
#birthday
#death
#father
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slight change of plans...
we had a plan
reservations made
in the works for months
bringing your sweetie to you
she made a bucket list
& you were at the top
a homecoming...of sorts
revisit all the old haunts
going to Morey's & get your favorite fish
those special cheeses you always used to get
A&W with New York Vanilla ice cream floats
just like the old days...in better times
before everything changed in life
we were coming...I swear
but the universe had other ideas
so we had to pivot quickly
result of...
reservations made
in the works for months
bringing your sweetie to you
she made a bucket list
& you were at the top
a homecoming...of sorts
revisit all the old haunts
going to Morey's & get your favorite fish
those special cheeses you always used to get
A&W with New York Vanilla ice cream floats
just like the old days...in better times
before everything changed in life
we were coming...I swear
but the universe had other ideas
so we had to pivot quickly
result of...
#birthday
#father
#IMissYou
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These words
My dad was once
He is no more
I never heard
These words before
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand
When I am gone
So far away
Just think of these
Words I would say
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand.
He is no more
I never heard
These words before
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand
When I am gone
So far away
Just think of these
Words I would say
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand.
#children
#family
#father
#love
#parent
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I taught you to be strong
Would you have stayed
If I asked you to?
You left me standing
And broke my heart
You have betrayed
The trust you knew
Whom you were dating
Will tear us apart
Life had played
It’s tricks on you
But you’ll be landing
To start anew
========
I taught you to be strong…
To live your life
to find your home
I know you’re not wrong…
Still my veins are cut
Still in my gut it...
If I asked you to?
You left me standing
And broke my heart
You have betrayed
The trust you knew
Whom you were dating
Will tear us apart
Life had played
It’s tricks on you
But you’ll be landing
To start anew
========
I taught you to be strong…
To live your life
to find your home
I know you’re not wrong…
Still my veins are cut
Still in my gut it...
#forgiveness
#love
#MovingOn
#daughter
#father
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