oskar
Poem Published
29th May 2021 4:04pm
29th May 2021 4:04pm
the stoen casts of life
The stone casts of the life
The journey has not ended
since I had a fall on the terrace the dream was over
I had been holding on selling my old home for a slushy reason.
No, I have not resigned I will not give up on anything
it is just I have to find other alternatives.
No, I have no firm plans they never came to fruition.
I have had the fortune to live a dream.
Now I live in a flat too big for me four bedrooms and
I only sleep in one of them.
The next step I live to what life gives me I donīt need much
when I was a seaman,...
The journey has not ended
since I had a fall on the terrace the dream was over
I had been holding on selling my old home for a slushy reason.
No, I have not resigned I will not give up on anything
it is just I have to find other alternatives.
No, I have no firm plans they never came to fruition.
I have had the fortune to live a dream.
Now I live in a flat too big for me four bedrooms and
I only sleep in one of them.
The next step I live to what life gives me I donīt need much
when I was a seaman,...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#fatherhood
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1 Comment
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
22nd May 2021 6:25pm
22nd May 2021 6:25pm
DADDY SAID
DADDY SAID BE A GOOD GIRL AND LISTEN TO MY WORDS
HE LOOKED ME IN MY EYES AND MADE SURE EVERY WORD WAS HEARD
DADDY SAID KEEP THE PEACE AND YOU''LL SUCCEED
HE SAID THAT I WOULD HAVE TO TAKE THE LEAD
YES HE SAID I WAS HIS FINNER BREED
DADDY SAID BE A LADY DONT ACT CRAZY
HE FORGOT MY MOMMAS GENES WERE ALSO IN ME
DADDY SAID LOVE IS REAL BUT LUST MAKES BLIND
NEVER BE HOSTILE NEVER BE UNKIND
DADDY SAID BE GOOD TO OTHERS ON UR WAY UP THE LADDER
HE WARNED THAT OTHERS WOULD EASILY TAKE THE CHANCE TO SHATTER
THE HOPE AND DREAMS OF A DADDY'S GIRL ...
HE LOOKED ME IN MY EYES AND MADE SURE EVERY WORD WAS HEARD
DADDY SAID KEEP THE PEACE AND YOU''LL SUCCEED
HE SAID THAT I WOULD HAVE TO TAKE THE LEAD
YES HE SAID I WAS HIS FINNER BREED
DADDY SAID BE A LADY DONT ACT CRAZY
HE FORGOT MY MOMMAS GENES WERE ALSO IN ME
DADDY SAID LOVE IS REAL BUT LUST MAKES BLIND
NEVER BE HOSTILE NEVER BE UNKIND
DADDY SAID BE GOOD TO OTHERS ON UR WAY UP THE LADDER
HE WARNED THAT OTHERS WOULD EASILY TAKE THE CHANCE TO SHATTER
THE HOPE AND DREAMS OF A DADDY'S GIRL ...
#marriage
#childhood
#dating
#fatherhood
#LookingForLove
415 reads
8 Comments
AguyfromTown
Poem Published
26th Jan 2021 9:15pm
26th Jan 2021 9:15pm
Gabriela
Say hello to the good times
Goodbye to the bad
No point in dwelling on the things we used to have
We had our time and God gave us a gift
Now it's time to make sure its a good life she lives
And even though I can't be with you
I think of you everyday
Your mum takes photos whilst you sit and play
Just seeing that smile beaming from your face
Makes me want to stop time before it begins to race
You're my light when the world gets dark
You're the reason that I breathe
My daughter
I love you
More than you can believe
Goodbye to the bad
No point in dwelling on the things we used to have
We had our time and God gave us a gift
Now it's time to make sure its a good life she lives
And even though I can't be with you
I think of you everyday
Your mum takes photos whilst you sit and play
Just seeing that smile beaming from your face
Makes me want to stop time before it begins to race
You're my light when the world gets dark
You're the reason that I breathe
My daughter
I love you
More than you can believe
#daughter
#fatherhood
446 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 9:39am
8th Dec 2020 9:39am
bank robber
the bank robber
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, Iīm home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be...
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, Iīm home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be...
#marriage
#holiday
#aging
#luck
#fatherhood
366 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 12:09pm
19th Sep 2020 12:09pm
Wherefore
Wherefore
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on the environment we live in,
uch as education. friends
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer, ...
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on the environment we live in,
uch as education. friends
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer, ...
#birth
#birthday
#holiday
#aging
#fatherhood
366 reads
2 Comments
Lagertha
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
ESSENCE of the SUNDANCER
Herein the forest seeded by my ancestral blood of (the Numa). Sononi',(Shoshone).
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
#birth
#motherhood
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
628 reads
19 Comments
RedHot_Peppers
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 8:16pm
19th Apr 2020 8:16pm
MN Ep.002: SunShiNe & sHaDowS (Extended)
(Please watch video for the entire audio/visual experience)
SunShiNe & sHaDowS...
raised game tight
can barely tell the difference of what's wrong or right
know plenty who do wrong
but say they on God's side
know some very mean men
who i neva seen tell a lie
i think my Daddy be dead wrong dealin wit ladies of the night
he say each and all have a choice
and there are many different games to play
on one side of the fence
the sun doesn't shine
and things go down in a shady way
on the...
SunShiNe & sHaDowS...
raised game tight
can barely tell the difference of what's wrong or right
know plenty who do wrong
but say they on God's side
know some very mean men
who i neva seen tell a lie
i think my Daddy be dead wrong dealin wit ladies of the night
he say each and all have a choice
and there are many different games to play
on one side of the fence
the sun doesn't shine
and things go down in a shady way
on the...
#son
#fatherhood
596 reads
2 Comments
Whitefeather
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 2:52am
4th Mar 2020 2:52am
Lady Bug
When she was a little girl
New to the world
Fresh start with an open heart
She felt love from her mother
She knew someone was missing... her father
As years went by and she grew older
Her thoughts began to mature
She knew she was deprived from the love of her dad
It began to create resentment and made her sad
She had a piece of her missing
Just turned eighteen
She would now go out and party
Thinking her void would be filled by thinking more... openly
Next day she wakes and realizes she no longer had her virginity ...
New to the world
Fresh start with an open heart
She felt love from her mother
She knew someone was missing... her father
As years went by and she grew older
Her thoughts began to mature
She knew she was deprived from the love of her dad
It began to create resentment and made her sad
She had a piece of her missing
Just turned eighteen
She would now go out and party
Thinking her void would be filled by thinking more... openly
Next day she wakes and realizes she no longer had her virginity ...
#inspirational
#TimeHeals
#confusion
#fatherhood
#LookingForLove
600 reads
2 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 7:41pm
21st Feb 2020 7:41pm
Born
the first shrieking cry
as light touches the small frame
parenthood is born
as light touches the small frame
parenthood is born
#happiness
#children
#motherhood
#fatherhood
#haiku
611 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 00:40am
26th Jan 2020 00:40am
You Are A Beautiful Soul You Have A Voice Use It
Apparently such words are deemed
undermining in the eyes of the social worker, makes you wonder what goes on in the heads of the anti social workers.
Incompetence comes to mind
or down right malignant destroyers of family. Either way, the games of inpolite society we inevitably play
undermining in the eyes of the social worker, makes you wonder what goes on in the heads of the anti social workers.
Incompetence comes to mind
or down right malignant destroyers of family. Either way, the games of inpolite society we inevitably play
#LifeStruggles
#daughter
#fatherhood
487 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
26th Nov 2019 00:15am
26th Nov 2019 00:15am
Happy Birthday Kiddo
Five years ago this day Kiddo
terrified, holding you skin to skin
baby blue beautiful eyes
One should never take a smile for granted
here one day
Vanished, empty halls next reality
This lost year gets me thinking
maybe I'm a bad father
Should have fought harder
Could have done more
held you a little longer
Perhaps, better not beat yourself
those what if, rainy maybe days
YES Kiddo
dance
splash in puddles
enjoy the feel of the rain
Don't let such things get you down and wet
Promise...
terrified, holding you skin to skin
baby blue beautiful eyes
One should never take a smile for granted
here one day
Vanished, empty halls next reality
This lost year gets me thinking
maybe I'm a bad father
Should have fought harder
Could have done more
held you a little longer
Perhaps, better not beat yourself
those what if, rainy maybe days
YES Kiddo
dance
splash in puddles
enjoy the feel of the rain
Don't let such things get you down and wet
Promise...
#love
#birthday
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
559 reads
6 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 6:11pm
10th Nov 2019 6:11pm
Overinvested
One spends themselves into their children
but at what expense?
At what point is investment
chasing after bad value?
Burning questions set my mind to flames.
Optimism has a dark side.
Always speaking through shut doors,
as though the truth
would keep hearts open.
Is it a sin to never assume the worst?
Yet a worse thing than I ever suspected
befell us.
Pray we're never found
beneath old floorboards.
Some things on our
horizon a mystery so black
So fearsome
we...
but at what expense?
At what point is investment
chasing after bad value?
Burning questions set my mind to flames.
Optimism has a dark side.
Always speaking through shut doors,
as though the truth
would keep hearts open.
Is it a sin to never assume the worst?
Yet a worse thing than I ever suspected
befell us.
Pray we're never found
beneath old floorboards.
Some things on our
horizon a mystery so black
So fearsome
we...
#motherhood
#fatherhood
429 reads
2 Comments
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