Long Poems for and About Fathers
#father
Long poems for and about fathers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
108 reads
6 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
157 reads
3 Comments
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
126 reads
0 Comments
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
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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
360 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
166 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
206 reads
4 Comments
drinkingflux
mila throat
mila throat
Poem Published
11th May 2023 6:20pm
11th May 2023 6:20pm
i saw you in my dream
i saw you in a dream one night
i asked you if it was really you
you said you were also asleep
and when you woke you would forget
that we had seen each other
i sat beside you in the meadow
looking into your face as you
stared off into the horizon
as the clouds passed by; the sun was setting
contemplative, yet vacant; despondent
taking me back to when you would hold me
your grasp and your body were so warm
your eyes looking into me so coldly
empty smile not quite reaching your eyes
no tension in apprehensions or...
i asked you if it was really you
you said you were also asleep
and when you woke you would forget
that we had seen each other
i sat beside you in the meadow
looking into your face as you
stared off into the horizon
as the clouds passed by; the sun was setting
contemplative, yet vacant; despondent
taking me back to when you would hold me
your grasp and your body were so warm
your eyes looking into me so coldly
empty smile not quite reaching your eyes
no tension in apprehensions or...
#father
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
351 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
#love
#father
#brother
#Africa
#spiritual
223 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 6:02am
21st Apr 2023 6:02am
Of queens and pawns
She tried to turn it into a game,
making it even more hurtful
when even my 7 year old self
understood enough
to know better
yet still longed to play, anyway
Eventually it was time
to fully dismantle,
taking whatever little hands could carry;
it sparked flashbacks—
reminding
how the four of us
had dreamily done this...all
before
Been made to throw away
or told to leave our favorite things behind; ...
making it even more hurtful
when even my 7 year old self
understood enough
to know better
yet still longed to play, anyway
Eventually it was time
to fully dismantle,
taking whatever little hands could carry;
it sparked flashbacks—
reminding
how the four of us
had dreamily done this...all
before
Been made to throw away
or told to leave our favorite things behind; ...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
#manipulation
#TruthOfLife
738 reads
58 Comments
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