Long Poems for and About Fathers
#father
Long poems for and about fathers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
101 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
38 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
285 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
89 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
264 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
165 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
82 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
131 reads
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 1:15pm
2nd Jul 2024 1:15pm
Margarita in the Mirror
As she tried on the first summer dress and stood in front of her bedroom mirror, Margarita felt the familiar sting of disappointment she’d known in life. Her first husband and the father of her three children hadn’t recognized that he was giving her a small helping of himself and reserving the balance of his life for work, and as she later learned, for affairs with other women. After her divorce, she went to work fulltime and focused on the lives of her children who were entering their teen years and needed a mother’s support.
Her husband disappeared from their lives with the...
Her husband disappeared from their lives with the...
#FallingInLove
#father
#love #regret
#love #regret
231 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 6:08pm
16th Jun 2024 6:08pm
In Exile
I know things got off on the wrong foot right from the start
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
#Autism
#father
#separation #son
#separation #son
235 reads
4 Comments
VictorDLopez
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 7:03pm
14th Jun 2024 7:03pm
Unsung Heroes Part V: Felipe (dad)
You were born five years before the Spanish Civil War that would see your father exiled.
Language came later to you than your little brother Manuel. And you stuttered for a time.
Unlike those who speak incessantly with nothing to say, you were quiet and reserved.
Your mother mistook shyness for dimness, a tragic mistake that scarred you for life.
When your brother Manuel died at the age of three from meningitis, you heard your mom
Exclaim: “God took my bright boy and left me the dull one.” You were four or five.
You never forgot those words. How could you?...
Language came later to you than your little brother Manuel. And you stuttered for a time.
Unlike those who speak incessantly with nothing to say, you were quiet and reserved.
Your mother mistook shyness for dimness, a tragic mistake that scarred you for life.
When your brother Manuel died at the age of three from meningitis, you heard your mom
Exclaim: “God took my bright boy and left me the dull one.” You were four or five.
You never forgot those words. How could you?...
#death
#father
#grief
#IMissYou
#respect
110 reads
2 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
21st May 2024 00:57am
21st May 2024 00:57am
Pictures of Childhood Final Part
#childhood
#father
#memories #sadness
#memories #sadness
99 reads
6 Comments
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