Poems for and About Fathers Seeking Honest Critique
#father
Poems for and about fathers seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
86 reads
6 Comments
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
81 reads
6 Comments
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
71 reads
4 Comments
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
75 reads
8 Comments
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
113 reads
17 Comments
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
56 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
52 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
15 Billion
15 billion miles from Earth
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
#astronomy
#father
#memories
#son
#universe
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0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:08pm
30th Nov 2024 3:08pm
Mom Welcomed Our New Neighbor
Mom welcomed our new neighbor.
They got naked and humped each other.
That's before Dad came home.
They got naked and humped each other.
That's before Dad came home.
#dialogue
#father
#fiction
#mother
#sex
150 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:15pm
27th Nov 2024 8:15pm
You Should Not Do It Anyway
I am your father and
if I told you not to
pose naked for any
magazine, you should
not do it anyway!!
if I told you not to
pose naked for any
magazine, you should
not do it anyway!!
#dialogue
#father
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
86 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 7:38am
27th Nov 2024 7:38am
Cell Phone
cell phone
Walk around think I know it all
If I don’t I’ll look it up
Parents know nothing
Tell me what to do
God forbid say the wrong thing
Child chastising
Knowing in a piece of technology
Know nothing about being real
Pick em up put em in
Phone is out as soon as she’s in
Silence in the chamber
She saw something she wanted
Syllables leave her tongue
Don’t know who she is
Stranger in my life
How is this that
Walk with her pick a flower
Now she runs...
Walk around think I know it all
If I don’t I’ll look it up
Parents know nothing
Tell me what to do
God forbid say the wrong thing
Child chastising
Knowing in a piece of technology
Know nothing about being real
Pick em up put em in
Phone is out as soon as she’s in
Silence in the chamber
She saw something she wanted
Syllables leave her tongue
Don’t know who she is
Stranger in my life
How is this that
Walk with her pick a flower
Now she runs...
#daughter
#emptiness
#father
#love
#memories
95 reads
7 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
454 reads
7 Comments
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