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.
Proud
I very often feel like my parents aren’t proud of me.
Then, suddenly, something happened.
I made a painting for my father,
It was a dinosaur.
He said he loved it and that was that.
Yesterday while celebrating the 4th overheard him speaking to someone.
“He’s gonna start performing with his guitar!”
“Oh that’s great, he’s so talented.”
“He really is, did you see the painting he made me? It’s so cool!”
I stood there as still and quiet as I could,
I was so happy...
Then, suddenly, something happened.
I made a painting for my father,
It was a dinosaur.
He said he loved it and that was that.
Yesterday while celebrating the 4th overheard him speaking to someone.
“He’s gonna start performing with his guitar!”
“Oh that’s great, he’s so talented.”
“He really is, did you see the painting he made me? It’s so cool!”
I stood there as still and quiet as I could,
I was so happy...
#art
#father
#happiness
#parent
#SelfWorth
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Like Me
When I was around 14 and deep in the clutches of mental illness my father called me into the living room.
He asked me to sit on the floor and listen.
He turned on a song I didn’t know, it was bizarre and loud and at the time I found it obnoxious.
He smiled and said “The guy who wrote this is crazy like you, and he is super famous now.”
I remember storming off in a rage,
I wasn’t crazy.
Well I was.
Still, it felt like a blow to the gut.
Now though, that artist is on every playlist I have. I enjoy the...
He asked me to sit on the floor and listen.
He turned on a song I didn’t know, it was bizarre and loud and at the time I found it obnoxious.
He smiled and said “The guy who wrote this is crazy like you, and he is super famous now.”
I remember storming off in a rage,
I wasn’t crazy.
Well I was.
Still, it felt like a blow to the gut.
Now though, that artist is on every playlist I have. I enjoy the...
#father
#hope
#MentalHealth
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In his Jaws
I am in the Dragons jaws, the depths of hellfire frames. In his Jaws Baphomet honors me with my princely hero names. In his jaws I am gaurded from the abuse of being scapegoated and psychic vampire mind games. In his jaws he holds me up in his pride and never blames. In his jaws I am proud and my love for HIM no one ever shames. In his jaws he holds me as his most favourite son and child. Baphomets presence has always been with me even lost in the wild. In his jaws are the words written of all natural laws.
In his jaws Samael keeps me his baby Dragonboi well gaurded for our cause. ...
In his jaws Samael keeps me his baby Dragonboi well gaurded for our cause. ...
#father
#God
#power
#SelfWorth
#spiritual
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Dad Beats Down
buried thoughts rising up after long ignorance
from the roots of self-loathing, insecurity, angst
clear memories of your fiery eyes, Dad
as you would snap the belt
stare into my core
your mouth salivating
as you prepared to put this toothpick
of a sonofabitch
in his place
total submission
not gonna stop til there is no smirk left
not gonna stop til voice becomes mute
breaking down any sense of security
stomping out every last bit of self-assurance
to cope with your own flaws
to secure your insecurity
...
from the roots of self-loathing, insecurity, angst
clear memories of your fiery eyes, Dad
as you would snap the belt
stare into my core
your mouth salivating
as you prepared to put this toothpick
of a sonofabitch
in his place
total submission
not gonna stop til there is no smirk left
not gonna stop til voice becomes mute
breaking down any sense of security
stomping out every last bit of self-assurance
to cope with your own flaws
to secure your insecurity
...
#childhood
#father
#memories #son
#memories #son
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tapping into the past
I'd never put much thought to it before
but it struck me this morning
all the verses I've written
stories I've shared...
with you as the shining star
when you left this earth it was the only recourse I had
the only means of keeping you here
...with me
a ghostly reality
I relive them with each stanza...you see
perhaps it's simply a gentle reminder
you were real...not imagined
alright, daddy...
now that I've figured it out...
I'll catch you again...later
...in the lines of another poem
Happy...
but it struck me this morning
all the verses I've written
stories I've shared...
with you as the shining star
when you left this earth it was the only recourse I had
the only means of keeping you here
...with me
a ghostly reality
I relive them with each stanza...you see
perhaps it's simply a gentle reminder
you were real...not imagined
alright, daddy...
now that I've figured it out...
I'll catch you again...later
...in the lines of another poem
Happy...
#father
#IMissYou
#love
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Father
was there a time when gentleness
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
#childhood
#father
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How Can I Fix It
Everything was great
And wonderful
It’s not like we are estranged
But ever since I came out
The bridge between us
Broke
And wonderful
It’s not like we are estranged
But ever since I came out
The bridge between us
Broke
#father
#LGBT
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Reflection of my Father
If I screamed,
Would he hear me?
He cannot see my pain,
But he smells my blood.
He tastes it in the air.
Like a shark,
It sends him into a pointless rage.
His teeth hurt just as bad.
I was born from his anger,
A reflection of his greatest fears.
His most secretive desires.
I am everything he couldn’t be,
He cannot hide his jealously.
A delicious swirl of painful rage and sadness.
I feel pity for his hurt,
I...
Would he hear me?
He cannot see my pain,
But he smells my blood.
He tastes it in the air.
Like a shark,
It sends him into a pointless rage.
His teeth hurt just as bad.
I was born from his anger,
A reflection of his greatest fears.
His most secretive desires.
I am everything he couldn’t be,
He cannot hide his jealously.
A delicious swirl of painful rage and sadness.
I feel pity for his hurt,
I...
#anger
#bittersweet
#father
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One More Hug
I saw my dad today
He came in the form of a dream
Somewhere in a snowy landscape
Wrapped in his mailman winter jacket
I looked around at my surroundings
Snow falling heavy from the sky
I see buildings and cars on a street block
He was about to enter the building next to me
When we locked eyes
I ran around the cars piled with inches of snow
Right into his open arms
I look up and see his smiling face and feel the weight of his arms around me
We exchange no words but I can tell he's happy to see me
I...
He came in the form of a dream
Somewhere in a snowy landscape
Wrapped in his mailman winter jacket
I looked around at my surroundings
Snow falling heavy from the sky
I see buildings and cars on a street block
He was about to enter the building next to me
When we locked eyes
I ran around the cars piled with inches of snow
Right into his open arms
I look up and see his smiling face and feel the weight of his arms around me
We exchange no words but I can tell he's happy to see me
I...
#death
#dreams
#father
#love
#spiritual
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Tell my Father
Tell my father it’s music
Or at least that I’m bleeding
He’ll know what it means
Ask him to come home
Or at least that I’m listening for him
He’ll know what it means
Give him a warning
Or at least a hug
He’ll know what it means
Tell my father
His son is picking at the splintered wood of an old guitar that’s lost its shine
His son is cutting his fingers on the rusty steel strings of a bass
His son is getting blood on the dusty drum heads
His son wants him to sing.
Or at least that I’m bleeding
He’ll know what it means
Ask him to come home
Or at least that I’m listening for him
He’ll know what it means
Give him a warning
Or at least a hug
He’ll know what it means
Tell my father
His son is picking at the splintered wood of an old guitar that’s lost its shine
His son is cutting his fingers on the rusty steel strings of a bass
His son is getting blood on the dusty drum heads
His son wants him to sing.
#aging
#father
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No
There is nothing more weak
And pathetic
And comic
And dark
As the figure of my father
He is cheap
Like a eaten
Crusped
Apple
And I am his daughter.
And pathetic
And comic
And dark
As the figure of my father
He is cheap
Like a eaten
Crusped
Apple
And I am his daughter.
#confessional
#conflict
#father
#metaphor
#symbolism
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Pictures of Childhood Final Part
#childhood
#father
#memories #sadness
#memories #sadness
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