Long Poems for and About Fathers
#father
Long poems for and about fathers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 5:37am
27th Jan 2022 5:37am
The Death Rubric
my mom's friend
-let's call her Ethel-
was the first to get an F
the day my dad died
i'd relayed dad's final words
words the nurse on duty
had relayed to me
just hours before
asked late at night if he'd like the lights off or on:
"I'd prefer them on"
"He always was a control freak" i joked
i meant it affectionately, damn it!
his ability to navigate a sailboat across the Atlantic without radar
the time he'd kept his wits after the single engine in his plane failed
the time he put out a fire...
-let's call her Ethel-
was the first to get an F
the day my dad died
i'd relayed dad's final words
words the nurse on duty
had relayed to me
just hours before
asked late at night if he'd like the lights off or on:
"I'd prefer them on"
"He always was a control freak" i joked
i meant it affectionately, damn it!
his ability to navigate a sailboat across the Atlantic without radar
the time he'd kept his wits after the single engine in his plane failed
the time he put out a fire...
#kindness
#father
#death #emotions
#death #emotions
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TimWombles
Poem Published
21st Dec 2021 9:18pm
21st Dec 2021 9:18pm
Diary - That Permeating Odor
I went to a pipe shop, as I was looking for a Zippo lighter for my son. It's a nasty habit he acquired, but I try not to judge, and know it's something he'll use.
This pipe shop was the one my father used to go to when I was young, and it was the only one I knew.
That smell hit me the moment I walked into the store, the smell of Captain Black Gold.
My father was a heavy smoker. He started smoking at three. His mother would roll him cigarettes. Tobacco was the major crop in Kentucky's Appalachian Mountains. Back in his day they thought it was good for you. ...
This pipe shop was the one my father used to go to when I was young, and it was the only one I knew.
That smell hit me the moment I walked into the store, the smell of Captain Black Gold.
My father was a heavy smoker. He started smoking at three. His mother would roll him cigarettes. Tobacco was the major crop in Kentucky's Appalachian Mountains. Back in his day they thought it was good for you. ...
#father
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
20th Dec 2021 7:52am
20th Dec 2021 7:52am
Robust.
From deep secreted annals
as far back as memories cling
a headiness skulks
roaming of rich robust
nostalgia
i absent-mindedly drifted off this morning
hypnotized by way of coffee drips
and the magic therein
...
.
.
My daddy's scratchy face
i whine a faint complaint
he chuckles, sleep still clinging
lovingly settling me in his lap
i instantly lean into the warmth
of his safe frame
Smells of dark ambrosia, almost...
as far back as memories cling
a headiness skulks
roaming of rich robust
nostalgia
i absent-mindedly drifted off this morning
hypnotized by way of coffee drips
and the magic therein
...
.
.
My daddy's scratchy face
i whine a faint complaint
he chuckles, sleep still clinging
lovingly settling me in his lap
i instantly lean into the warmth
of his safe frame
Smells of dark ambrosia, almost...
#love
#father
#coffee
#nostalgia
#NoPoo
690 reads
39 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 5:06am
3rd Nov 2021 5:06am
THE GRIGION PIGRACKLE
THE GRIGION PIGRACKLE
As I walked toward the train station, my mind fluttered over many thoughts.
Ignore them. Ignore them all, I thought. They are merely notes etched into the
'SECOND SCREEN' notepad in the back of my head.
Life exists right here. Right now.
I observe my surroundings. Always.
I live right here right now.
....And so, witnessing the world , as I passed by the TACO CABANNA
into the far edge parking lot of the Park lane train station, a group of at least a couple hundred pigeons wandered around the...
As I walked toward the train station, my mind fluttered over many thoughts.
Ignore them. Ignore them all, I thought. They are merely notes etched into the
'SECOND SCREEN' notepad in the back of my head.
Life exists right here. Right now.
I observe my surroundings. Always.
I live right here right now.
....And so, witnessing the world , as I passed by the TACO CABANNA
into the far edge parking lot of the Park lane train station, a group of at least a couple hundred pigeons wandered around the...
#mother
#father
#birds #evolution
#birds #evolution
453 reads
2 Comments
Gold_End_Sun
Poem Published
11th Oct 2021 9:32pm
11th Oct 2021 9:32pm
His sun
I am apart of the earth.
It seeks my attention.
Every
Time
I
Step
Outside.
It makes me want to cry
because
the only other
living thing that wants me
and loves me
that much is my father.
What did I do to deserve such a person?
...
It seeks my attention.
Every
Time
I
Step
Outside.
It makes me want to cry
because
the only other
living thing that wants me
and loves me
that much is my father.
What did I do to deserve such a person?
...
#love
#father
#parent #daughter
#parent #daughter
403 reads
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 11:41am
8th Oct 2021 11:41am
Fishing Advice from Dad
The water was still on the lake, and the morning turned into afternoon as the sun warmed our shoulders. My dad hardly ever spoke to me when we fished, usually just saying a phrase or two as needed.
I had a question to ask him but thought he might pop me in the face or answer with a blank stare. We’d never had a birds and bees conversation in any shape or form, and I wasn’t looking for one, but I did want him to hear my question.
“Dad, how do you know when it’s the right girl to….well, to do more with than just kiss.?”
He was sitting in the front of the boat...
I had a question to ask him but thought he might pop me in the face or answer with a blank stare. We’d never had a birds and bees conversation in any shape or form, and I wasn’t looking for one, but I did want him to hear my question.
“Dad, how do you know when it’s the right girl to….well, to do more with than just kiss.?”
He was sitting in the front of the boat...
#love
#father
#sex #family
#sex #family
372 reads
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Swan37
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2021 8:50pm
3rd Sep 2021 8:50pm
I swear he sucks
why are tears of rage so freaking hot?
my whole head feels like it’s going to explode
I can feel the pressure in the back of my head ticking like a time bomb
I’m just waiting for the inevitable burst
I want to rip something apart
tear it to shreds
I want to throw rocks at vapid things and rip off my ears
which are so scorching hot from my tears
I can feel how they burn my skin as they slide down my cheeks
I swear I’ll get an itch from how stupid this all is
And in all my life I have never...
my whole head feels like it’s going to explode
I can feel the pressure in the back of my head ticking like a time bomb
I’m just waiting for the inevitable burst
I want to rip something apart
tear it to shreds
I want to throw rocks at vapid things and rip off my ears
which are so scorching hot from my tears
I can feel how they burn my skin as they slide down my cheeks
I swear I’ll get an itch from how stupid this all is
And in all my life I have never...
#anger
#hate
#father
#frustration
#disappointment
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 8:17pm
20th Jun 2021 8:17pm
Father's Day 2021
Today is Father's Day. But because I have no father or children, I can't celebrate this day. Dad was born on October 18, 1947 and died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. When I saw Dad in his casket, it brought tears to my eyes and made me feel sad. But it didn't make me feel any worse than I was already feeling. Mom died just four months earlier and I was already feeling terrible.
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
#father
#FathersDay
#money
#cancer
#nonfiction
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 3:08am
18th Apr 2021 3:08am
Napoleonic Veterans Reborn
Napoleonic Veterans Reborn
The old man voice of the café tells me
“We don’t keep boiled eggs but look here they are.
The proof is they are hot.”
Mealy mouthed I reply, “I see.”
He replies, “What do you mean you see?”
My mountain salad arrives
But the dressing is absent.
I repeat, “Italian.”
The cooks banter, “Damn, Italian sounds mafia,
like something straight out of Little Italy,
he probably has some politicians in his pocket.” ...
The old man voice of the café tells me
“We don’t keep boiled eggs but look here they are.
The proof is they are hot.”
Mealy mouthed I reply, “I see.”
He replies, “What do you mean you see?”
My mountain salad arrives
But the dressing is absent.
I repeat, “Italian.”
The cooks banter, “Damn, Italian sounds mafia,
like something straight out of Little Italy,
he probably has some politicians in his pocket.” ...
#father
#food
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
344 reads
4 Comments
godoynicolem
Poem Published
29th Jan 2021 8:08am
29th Jan 2021 8:08am
Daddy’s Princess: Trigger Warning
#father
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
373 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 9:29pm
5th Jan 2021 9:29pm
BEING A MOTHER AIN'T EASY
As a woman and mother sometimes I don't even know how I do it day in and day out, trying to make 50 cents out to be a dollar but yet by the power of the most highest spiritual soul, I manage to put food on the table and keep the lights on and pay the bills. As a woman who has seen good times and bad times I don't know, how I found the strength and courage to still hold my head up high, through the highs and lows of everyday life. But yet I know the feeling all to well as a mother and woman when you gotta do it all by yourself, for the sake of a man who claims to love you but yet he isn't...
#mother
#father
#children
#memories
#responsibility
491 reads
6 Comments
Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:49am
23rd Dec 2020 8:49am
The First Heartbreak 3: Contempt
To be Defiant
Well... since my hate won’t go away,
I can just use it against you,
Against the lies I’ve told myself,
For a long time I’d been fooled...
Fooled into thinking it was me,
And carrying that on all through life,
A bag so so heavy...
The ugly belief that I was nothing,
All because my Daddy couldn’t love me.
So, for you I defiantly compose my hate,
On a mission never to fail myself again,
To lift my head and be great,
To learn from all my mistakes...
& To live and breathe in the present day. ...
Well... since my hate won’t go away,
I can just use it against you,
Against the lies I’ve told myself,
For a long time I’d been fooled...
Fooled into thinking it was me,
And carrying that on all through life,
A bag so so heavy...
The ugly belief that I was nothing,
All because my Daddy couldn’t love me.
So, for you I defiantly compose my hate,
On a mission never to fail myself again,
To lift my head and be great,
To learn from all my mistakes...
& To live and breathe in the present day. ...
#anger
#hate
#father #daughter
#father #daughter
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3 Comments
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