Long Poems for and About Fathers
#father
Long poems for and about fathers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
DevilsChild
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 6:25am
24th Apr 2025 6:25am
I am a husband/I am a father
met my wife online at 17
we used to send dirty letters to each other
because we didn’t have cellular phones
and logging online was, well dial up
she sent me a throw away camera the one day
told me to develop the photos
I remember the faces of the workers
the one said a remark then handed them over
the pics were of her in her underwear
a first of wild moments
when we met in person was at the airport
I was walking up the ramp when I saw her
it was the weirdest feeling
like a best friend I’ve know all my life
wasn’t...
we used to send dirty letters to each other
because we didn’t have cellular phones
and logging online was, well dial up
she sent me a throw away camera the one day
told me to develop the photos
I remember the faces of the workers
the one said a remark then handed them over
the pics were of her in her underwear
a first of wild moments
when we met in person was at the airport
I was walking up the ramp when I saw her
it was the weirdest feeling
like a best friend I’ve know all my life
wasn’t...
#father
#marriage
90 reads
3 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 10:50am
12th Mar 2025 10:50am
Not N Your Library Series I (What You Might Find)
#father
#secrets
95 reads
5 Comments
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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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
121 reads
6 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
174 reads
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
86 reads
2 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
539 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 9:08am
8th Sep 2024 9:08am
letter to my (dead) dad
#anger
#father
#hate
121 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 8:30pm
6th Sep 2024 8:30pm
You want filthy smut, well here it is
#daughter
#dirty
#father
#lust
#porn
317 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 5:47am
30th Aug 2024 5:47am
an anti-vigil for you
I thought your death
would feel like freedom
but it doesn't
I still hold your secrets
things I shouldn't know
things I shouldn't have seen
but found anyway
the actions and words
between the lines
Nothing ever said outright
I can't remedy the love and hate
that swing like a pendulum
for your in my heart
I know what it means
to love a monster
but I don't know how
to explain it
There's so little good
to hold on to
but we find it anyway
because memory is funny...
would feel like freedom
but it doesn't
I still hold your secrets
things I shouldn't know
things I shouldn't have seen
but found anyway
the actions and words
between the lines
Nothing ever said outright
I can't remedy the love and hate
that swing like a pendulum
for your in my heart
I know what it means
to love a monster
but I don't know how
to explain it
There's so little good
to hold on to
but we find it anyway
because memory is funny...
#anger
#father
#grief
238 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 12:09pm
17th Aug 2024 12:09pm
The Final Curtain (part 2)
Two weeks after my mother's funeral, my father has become much more distant
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
#alcohol
#cars
#death
#father
#fiction
132 reads
4 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 10:01pm
31st Jul 2024 10:01pm
Daddy Issues
In the confines of the office, shadows whispered low,
"She carries daddy issues," the rumour began to grow.
A truth unearthed beneath the fluorescent light,
An unspoken secret, hidden from sight.
At twenty-six, she twirled with wisdom gathered,
Drawn to older souls, her heart softly battered.
A decade lost to a father who strayed,
Leaving a girl in a world of charades.
He, twice her age, trapped in a tempest's woe,
Caught in enchantment beneath the office glow.
Her beauty, a beacon, like stars painted bright,
Deep...
"She carries daddy issues," the rumour began to grow.
A truth unearthed beneath the fluorescent light,
An unspoken secret, hidden from sight.
At twenty-six, she twirled with wisdom gathered,
Drawn to older souls, her heart softly battered.
A decade lost to a father who strayed,
Leaving a girl in a world of charades.
He, twice her age, trapped in a tempest's woe,
Caught in enchantment beneath the office glow.
Her beauty, a beacon, like stars painted bright,
Deep...
#boyfriend
#daughter
#father
#love
#relationships
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DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Fathers
