Poems about Father
#father
Poetry about father, depicting the wisdom and memories of a father, and what it means to be a good father. Poems exploring both positive and negative relationships between children and their fathers.
cjpoetry
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
The Boy The Man
I reunite with a glaze in this young boys eyes, blue and wet as if his father had died.
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
#family
#father
#son
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 8:24am
1st Dec 2024 8:24am
your absence holds no weight
I think of you less
than I probably should
life / death
it's all meaningless in the end
and it's like I can breathe better
in your absence
I hope my children don't grow up
and hate me as much as I hate you
I found a photo of you the other day
the one where I'm 3 years old
frowing
and you're holding me in your arms
...
I didn't throw it out
rip it
burn it
erase it
I'm keeping this one
not for you
I'm keeping this one
for the little girl that hadn't learnt
to...
than I probably should
life / death
it's all meaningless in the end
and it's like I can breathe better
in your absence
I hope my children don't grow up
and hate me as much as I hate you
I found a photo of you the other day
the one where I'm 3 years old
frowing
and you're holding me in your arms
...
I didn't throw it out
rip it
burn it
erase it
I'm keeping this one
not for you
I'm keeping this one
for the little girl that hadn't learnt
to...
#death
#father
#grief
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:08pm
30th Nov 2024 3:08pm
Mom Welcomed Our New Neighbor
Mom welcomed our new neighbor.
They got naked and humped each other.
That's before Dad came home.
They got naked and humped each other.
That's before Dad came home.
#dialogue
#father
#fiction
#mother
#sex
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:15pm
27th Nov 2024 8:15pm
You Should Not Do It Anyway
I am your father and
if I told you not to
pose naked for any
magazine, you should
not do it anyway!!
if I told you not to
pose naked for any
magazine, you should
not do it anyway!!
#dialogue
#father
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
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oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 7:38am
27th Nov 2024 7:38am
Cell Phone
cell phone
Walk around think I know it all
If I don’t I’ll look it up
Parents know nothing
Tell me what to do
God forbid say the wrong thing
Child chastising
Knowing in a piece of technology
Know nothing about being real
Pick em up put em in
Phone is out as soon as she’s in
Silence in the chamber
She saw something she wanted
Syllables leave her tongue
Don’t know who she is
Stranger in my life
How is this that
Walk with her pick a flower
Now she runs...
Walk around think I know it all
If I don’t I’ll look it up
Parents know nothing
Tell me what to do
God forbid say the wrong thing
Child chastising
Knowing in a piece of technology
Know nothing about being real
Pick em up put em in
Phone is out as soon as she’s in
Silence in the chamber
She saw something she wanted
Syllables leave her tongue
Don’t know who she is
Stranger in my life
How is this that
Walk with her pick a flower
Now she runs...
#daughter
#emptiness
#father
#love
#memories
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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
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Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:43pm
15th Nov 2024 2:43pm
My father’s grief
He wears a smile on his face
And works almost every day
He stays up late
Will often go outside to rake
The leaves out of the yard
I mentioned the missing tombstone
But all I get is a reply
That says next time
My father’s grief
Hides itself well
I often wish it would come out of its shell
If not sadness then at least shed a tear
So his health I won’t fear
My father’s grief is locked away in a shell
No one knows when it comes out
I wish it was loud
And works almost every day
He stays up late
Will often go outside to rake
The leaves out of the yard
I mentioned the missing tombstone
But all I get is a reply
That says next time
My father’s grief
Hides itself well
I often wish it would come out of its shell
If not sadness then at least shed a tear
So his health I won’t fear
My father’s grief is locked away in a shell
No one knows when it comes out
I wish it was loud
#apathy
#father
#TimeHeals
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 2:55pm
13th Nov 2024 2:55pm
I Am Your Father And What I Say Goes
You
are not
going to
do this ever
again! I am your
father and what I say
goes! I mean it! No daughter
of mine is ever going to
flash her goodies in some skin mag no
matter how much money they're paying her!
are not
going to
do this ever
again! I am your
father and what I say
goes! I mean it! No daughter
of mine is ever going to
flash her goodies in some skin mag no
matter how much money they're paying her!
#daughter
#dialogue
#father
#fiction
#sex
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 6:49pm
8th Nov 2024 6:49pm
The Gift Of Having You
Whom would I first address
and my veneration would express
The one who patiently me nursed
and who rendered me well versed
Shall I name who embraced my first cry
whole nights with no blink of an eye
Shall I cite who sweated blood to meet my breeding
whole days out burning to earn my feeding
Two dear familiar faces my first sight
growing with memories in my heart so bright
Mum and Dad for me you are the one
my first and only, second to none
The gift of having you long for granted taken
the evidence of losing you woe waken ...
and my veneration would express
The one who patiently me nursed
and who rendered me well versed
Shall I name who embraced my first cry
whole nights with no blink of an eye
Shall I cite who sweated blood to meet my breeding
whole days out burning to earn my feeding
Two dear familiar faces my first sight
growing with memories in my heart so bright
Mum and Dad for me you are the one
my first and only, second to none
The gift of having you long for granted taken
the evidence of losing you woe waken ...
#admiration
#father
#gratitude
#love
#mother
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 3:03am
3rd Nov 2024 3:03am
The Modelos are Nice and Cold
My pops always seemed to be the life of the party
A strong booming voice that could fill the room
He had a hardy laugh like he heard the funniest thing
And he could drink hard like he was in a saloon
And when the cumbias came on the speakers
He’d hit the floor and dance like nobody’s business
He’d have fun because he loved the ambiance
From birthdays and picnics all the way to Christmas
At the stadium we would sit and drink in the stands
He’d tell me stories when he used to play the game
There was a sense of mystery...
A strong booming voice that could fill the room
He had a hardy laugh like he heard the funniest thing
And he could drink hard like he was in a saloon
And when the cumbias came on the speakers
He’d hit the floor and dance like nobody’s business
He’d have fun because he loved the ambiance
From birthdays and picnics all the way to Christmas
At the stadium we would sit and drink in the stands
He’d tell me stories when he used to play the game
There was a sense of mystery...
#family
#father
#memories
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 00:18am
3rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Ofrenda
My father’s ashes sit on my sister’s windowsill
Along with other family members overlooking the yard
And whenever I visit on festive occasions
I make sure I have a drink
With a slight nod and toast to him
In honor of his memory
So I think…
Maybe when my time comes
And my kids and grandkids put my picture out
I’d want them to remember our times
As they read some of my poetry
Giggling while reading them rhymes
Then I’ll come across the bridge
Smelling the food and hearing them laugh
And I’ll say - laugh because...
Along with other family members overlooking the yard
And whenever I visit on festive occasions
I make sure I have a drink
With a slight nod and toast to him
In honor of his memory
So I think…
Maybe when my time comes
And my kids and grandkids put my picture out
I’d want them to remember our times
As they read some of my poetry
Giggling while reading them rhymes
Then I’ll come across the bridge
Smelling the food and hearing them laugh
And I’ll say - laugh because...
#children
#family
#father #love
#father #love
170 reads
8 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 12:33pm
27th Oct 2024 12:33pm
You say you won’t be like Daddy
So you say you won’t be like daddy
Mirror turns I look like him
I cursed him every day
When he went away
I love him to this day
But I’m too much like him
In the bottom of a bottle
That’s where we connect
Swimming in my sins
Swimming in red wine
I don’t want to be like him
And I wake up staring at me
Have to break this cycle
For I don’t want to pass this onto
My little champion he looks like me but
I don’t want him to be anything like me
Especially in...
Mirror turns I look like him
I cursed him every day
When he went away
I love him to this day
But I’m too much like him
In the bottom of a bottle
That’s where we connect
Swimming in my sins
Swimming in red wine
I don’t want to be like him
And I wake up staring at me
Have to break this cycle
For I don’t want to pass this onto
My little champion he looks like me but
I don’t want him to be anything like me
Especially in...
#addiction
#alcohol
#father
145 reads
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