Long Poems for and About Fathers
#father
Long poems for and about fathers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
304 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
307 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
170 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 6:07pm
2nd May 2024 6:07pm
Shovelling Snow.
You will never truly understand her. She is a somebody but to her she has been six feet under it’s almost living in reverse .It all began this feeling when she was five and she remembers the first time she saw another human being physically hurt by another. Namely her mother and the thing is this sort of living spreads like a virus and it infiltrates and annihilates all the wonder and destroys joy until you don’t think you can take much more but you do.
As life is a gift she isn’t a total degenerate and you have to unwrap it and take it in your own hands and find an alternative...
As life is a gift she isn’t a total degenerate and you have to unwrap it and take it in your own hands and find an alternative...
#childhood
#family
#father
#fear
#mother
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 7:42am
20th Apr 2024 7:42am
Hostage
bringing the filth I conjure I don't just dabble, I delve
I give no credence over magic of othes' why should I?
I don't write things down, beings copy I've learned
I am not overt with it i mean not obvious
and if I am you should be looking for what you can't see me doing
I am two steps ahead one step behind
bending realities I press time
with all lives converging on this one
all the other personas become their own living breathing deities
quiet separate from me, living breathing beings
I am Daddy's favorite stalker ...
I give no credence over magic of othes' why should I?
I don't write things down, beings copy I've learned
I am not overt with it i mean not obvious
and if I am you should be looking for what you can't see me doing
I am two steps ahead one step behind
bending realities I press time
with all lives converging on this one
all the other personas become their own living breathing deities
quiet separate from me, living breathing beings
I am Daddy's favorite stalker ...
#angels
#father
#love
196 reads
3 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:58am
9th Apr 2024 1:58am
overdosing on the stairs
sixteen years old
and beautiful
straight off the farm
the wood stove
the outhouse
left behind for
the big city.
meets a handsome
marine in gorgeous
dress blues who
comes home with her
into the kitchen
standing up
resisting
pushed up against
the kitchen sink
by my biological
father who after
the planting of
winter wheat
after the
obligatory...
and beautiful
straight off the farm
the wood stove
the outhouse
left behind for
the big city.
meets a handsome
marine in gorgeous
dress blues who
comes home with her
into the kitchen
standing up
resisting
pushed up against
the kitchen sink
by my biological
father who after
the planting of
winter wheat
after the
obligatory...
#mother
#father
162 reads
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:34pm
22nd Mar 2024 2:34pm
Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#marriage
#son
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 2:52am
21st Mar 2024 2:52am
Sugar Festival Night
Sugar Festival Night
“Bob, why do you sit there reading news magazines all afternoon? Wouldn’t chatting with your beautiful wife be more interesting? You did marry me after all. And we are in Turkey. We speak the language. Let’s go out and mingle with the crowd.”
“Pat, I know being home while I am working at the base must get lonely. But I will make it up to you. Tonight we are going to the Sugar Festival.”
“I’ve heard about it from the general’s wife while gardening and being patient for your return as a proper wife should.”
“There will be dancers,...
“Bob, why do you sit there reading news magazines all afternoon? Wouldn’t chatting with your beautiful wife be more interesting? You did marry me after all. And we are in Turkey. We speak the language. Let’s go out and mingle with the crowd.”
“Pat, I know being home while I am working at the base must get lonely. But I will make it up to you. Tonight we are going to the Sugar Festival.”
“I’ve heard about it from the general’s wife while gardening and being patient for your return as a proper wife should.”
“There will be dancers,...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#marriage
#TruthOfLife
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
Thee Invisible Heart
Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
#love
#father
#separation
#daughter
#fatherhood
475 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 10:38pm
30th Jan 2024 10:38pm
Spoken Thoughts Through The Eyes Of A Princess
Father, will you tell me all the stories that originated out the depths of the sea
A land beforehand that defines our presence here on earth
A place in history that was preserved for you and for the generation divine calling of me
Will there be tales where the dragon slays the innocent with fire, the boogie man in black robes sitting on judgment seats
Taking breaths of Hebrew liberations to be placed in a cage to no longer pilgrimage free
I see Looming castles and exotic animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I walk through...
A land beforehand that defines our presence here on earth
A place in history that was preserved for you and for the generation divine calling of me
Will there be tales where the dragon slays the innocent with fire, the boogie man in black robes sitting on judgment seats
Taking breaths of Hebrew liberations to be placed in a cage to no longer pilgrimage free
I see Looming castles and exotic animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I walk through...
#father
#sun
#water
#daughter
#spiritual
398 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Dec 2023 6:18am
11th Dec 2023 6:18am
orphan
There’s a day that is coming when all the last will be first and
every orphan will be home.”―Steven Curtis Chapman
afghan wars
have orphaned me,
in stages.
silent stars
weep over me,
for wages
overdue
cannot be paid
...
every orphan will be home.”―Steven Curtis Chapman
afghan wars
have orphaned me,
in stages.
silent stars
weep over me,
for wages
overdue
cannot be paid
...
#mother
#father
#children
#parent
#war
201 reads
2 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
24th May 2023 4:55am
24th May 2023 4:55am
Sensei
He tells me to go with the flow,
"Stop getting so mad"
I turn and tell him he ain't seen all that I have
I'm fair and I let people go on their way
"I just don't like bullies
Worse than liars, I say!"
But this ain't mad
Just buckle in pops
He fronts
But he likes it when I pop off
Loves it more when I win or get the jump
Smiles all the while he pretend he ain't pumped
Sensei and me
We like kids in a candy store
The more we hang out
We sweeten our...
"Stop getting so mad"
I turn and tell him he ain't seen all that I have
I'm fair and I let people go on their way
"I just don't like bullies
Worse than liars, I say!"
But this ain't mad
Just buckle in pops
He fronts
But he likes it when I pop off
Loves it more when I win or get the jump
Smiles all the while he pretend he ain't pumped
Sensei and me
We like kids in a candy store
The more we hang out
We sweeten our...
#love
#father
#family
#friendship
#gratitude
234 reads
4 Comments
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