Least Read Poems for and About Fathers
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Memoria
These photos are broken
snapshots
webs of cracks lead
nowhere
cut these faces
his and mine
mock our smiles
cheeriness so forced
it broke all the glass
with him not here
to help fix the frame
snapshots
webs of cracks lead
nowhere
cut these faces
his and mine
mock our smiles
cheeriness so forced
it broke all the glass
with him not here
to help fix the frame
#confessional
#death
#father
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
This Threshold
When Sun leaves at dusk, it makes a doorway.
We have access to ancestors, to eternity” ~ Joy Harjo
I never really understood the word before
with both of us on the same side of the door
but all of that sharply changed
when Death came and then rearranged
While it was never a real surprise
this certain path to your demise
I was always sure there was more time
to perfect our ever imperfect rhyme
Falling prey to the mortal sin
of all that could have been
hoping...
We have access to ancestors, to eternity” ~ Joy Harjo
I never really understood the word before
with both of us on the same side of the door
but all of that sharply changed
when Death came and then rearranged
While it was never a real surprise
this certain path to your demise
I was always sure there was more time
to perfect our ever imperfect rhyme
Falling prey to the mortal sin
of all that could have been
hoping...
#confessional
#death
#father
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
2 Comments
Bear Witness...
I sit alone by the black pane
listening to the glistening rain
as it streaks down my window
in a gentle, steady flow
All of these tears I have wept
are just promises I have kept
refusing to now linger
while I trace them with my finger
As I recall seasons in the sun
how each ended before it had begun
how this rainy season came
dousing me with all of this blame
For everything left unsaid
return now as a litany for the dead
an elegy I cannot write
drowning in this ink of the night
So, I take...
listening to the glistening rain
as it streaks down my window
in a gentle, steady flow
All of these tears I have wept
are just promises I have kept
refusing to now linger
while I trace them with my finger
As I recall seasons in the sun
how each ended before it had begun
how this rainy season came
dousing me with all of this blame
For everything left unsaid
return now as a litany for the dead
an elegy I cannot write
drowning in this ink of the night
So, I take...
#father
#death
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
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5 Comments
Incomplete Loss
Funny how life can then toss
my days up in the air
make me painfully aware
of this most incomplete loss
How then to honor the dead
bring this feeling home
pen an elegiac poem
when no tear can be shed
With these emotions muddled
both sorrow and relief
emancipation with grief
left muddy and puddled
While I am in no way glad
of his passing on
I still see a brighter dawn
than any I have ever had
For enduring all these years
has taken its great toll
no eulogy can then...
my days up in the air
make me painfully aware
of this most incomplete loss
How then to honor the dead
bring this feeling home
pen an elegiac poem
when no tear can be shed
With these emotions muddled
both sorrow and relief
emancipation with grief
left muddy and puddled
While I am in no way glad
of his passing on
I still see a brighter dawn
than any I have ever had
For enduring all these years
has taken its great toll
no eulogy can then...
#grief
#father
#death
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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12 Comments
Daddy, Did You Know?
Daddy, did you know life is about choices
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
20 reads
4 Comments
Time Piece
I am here alone by myself
while it sits alone on my shelf
your watch
such the perfect match
While I struggle to write rhymes
to recall any good times
that we truly shared
wondering if we really cared
A battle from the very start
conservative fifties, wild child heart
meant to clash not blend
neither then willing to ever bend
Now with teary eyes I seek to see
as I sidestep "oh poor me" poetry
try to make any sense
of what is now only a past tense
No longer an "is" but a...
while it sits alone on my shelf
your watch
such the perfect match
While I struggle to write rhymes
to recall any good times
that we truly shared
wondering if we really cared
A battle from the very start
conservative fifties, wild child heart
meant to clash not blend
neither then willing to ever bend
Now with teary eyes I seek to see
as I sidestep "oh poor me" poetry
try to make any sense
of what is now only a past tense
No longer an "is" but a...
#confessional
#death
#father
#forgiveness
#WritingPoetry
21 reads
8 Comments
In Relief
My father finally died today
so why is it I only feel relief
instead of any pangs of grief
so why is it I only feel relief
instead of any pangs of grief
#father
#death
#confessional
#illness
#MentalHealth
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18 Comments
Echo of Footsteps
I can hear them when I am still
how they echo down the hall
reflect off each and every wall
as I sit at the windowsill
For you had a peculiar gait
in the way you used to walk
like the way you used to talk
about life, love and fate
Always such the surprise
when you told me these things
fly my imagination on wings
high above my troubled skies
Sharing secrets you had learned
from the miles that you had tread
wrestling with remorse and dread
from all the bridges you had burned
...
how they echo down the hall
reflect off each and every wall
as I sit at the windowsill
For you had a peculiar gait
in the way you used to walk
like the way you used to talk
about life, love and fate
Always such the surprise
when you told me these things
fly my imagination on wings
high above my troubled skies
Sharing secrets you had learned
from the miles that you had tread
wrestling with remorse and dread
from all the bridges you had burned
...
#father
#death
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
28 reads
19 Comments
Amelioration @ ten
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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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1 Comment
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
43 reads
2 Comments
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