Poems About Fatherhood Seeking Honest Critique
#fatherhood
Poems about fatherhood seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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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Sea and tea and butter.
Once upon
A time fisherman
Went to sea
In West
After sailing
Miles
He grabbed a
Fish
And roasted
And ate it.
Then he the storm
Arose
He couldn't
Catch the boat.
He cried because
His goat at home
Was alone.
He hurricaned
The season
And swam across
The other side.
Letters to...
A time fisherman
Went to sea
In West
After sailing
Miles
He grabbed a
Fish
And roasted
And ate it.
Then he the storm
Arose
He couldn't
Catch the boat.
He cried because
His goat at home
Was alone.
He hurricaned
The season
And swam across
The other side.
Letters to...
#mother
#father
#birth #fatherhood
#birth #fatherhood
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Honey.
I made dinner
Too fast
At 7.
Rest time
You tune to radio.
Too fast
At 7.
Rest time
You tune to radio.
#children
#motherhood
#daughter
#son
#fatherhood
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A Bad Memory
One of my worst memories
is of standing in the hall
at six or seven years old
and hearing my father upstairs knock about
my older sibling,
the other behind me and letting me know
as I wept: ‘you should talk to him,
you’re his favourite. You could stop this happening.’
And I don’t have much to say beyond that
apart from I hope that it’s not just shared
in self-pity, but maybe so I’ll know if it’s normal, or if I could have stopped it happening.
is of standing in the hall
at six or seven years old
and hearing my father upstairs knock about
my older sibling,
the other behind me and letting me know
as I wept: ‘you should talk to him,
you’re his favourite. You could stop this happening.’
And I don’t have much to say beyond that
apart from I hope that it’s not just shared
in self-pity, but maybe so I’ll know if it’s normal, or if I could have stopped it happening.
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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For My Father
#love
#family
#sensual
#son
#fatherhood
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I Gave U Life
I gave you life when I implanted my seed
But you only know me when you have a need
I concede with trying to show you the light
I've accepted that it's another futile fight
I'm sure your mother delights in destroying our bond
You're the only thing she has of which I am fond
She's the conduit for the bullshit that has manifest
Yet, class is still in session; will you pass the test?
I've rest my case and will no longer plead
Jury's out as I wait for what the verdict'll be
You'll have to make me a priority instead of a convenient...
But you only know me when you have a need
I concede with trying to show you the light
I've accepted that it's another futile fight
I'm sure your mother delights in destroying our bond
You're the only thing she has of which I am fond
She's the conduit for the bullshit that has manifest
Yet, class is still in session; will you pass the test?
I've rest my case and will no longer plead
Jury's out as I wait for what the verdict'll be
You'll have to make me a priority instead of a convenient...
#love
#heartbroken
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
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BABY BUMP
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex #fatherhood
#sex #fatherhood
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the last time I saw my father alive
he smiled and huffed
in that way of his
when he was trying to express tolerance
or simply amused recognition.
he’d awakened to find me sat
at the end of his hospital bed
reading a book
and called me to sit closer by,
so I moved to the head of his bed
and then with tubes in his nose
and nothing on below the sheets
he drifted back to sleep.
we’d spoken before about his guilt
that he hadn’t been a good father
and I’d said in mitigation that
mum hadn’t been a good mother.
he laughed at that, ...
in that way of his
when he was trying to express tolerance
or simply amused recognition.
he’d awakened to find me sat
at the end of his hospital bed
reading a book
and called me to sit closer by,
so I moved to the head of his bed
and then with tubes in his nose
and nothing on below the sheets
he drifted back to sleep.
we’d spoken before about his guilt
that he hadn’t been a good father
and I’d said in mitigation that
mum hadn’t been a good mother.
he laughed at that, ...
#love
#grief
#childhood #fatherhood
#childhood #fatherhood
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Lyric 5
My childhood was filled with a bright little girl,
She was sweet and had silly little curls.
She’d spend the evenings reading in bed,
with a book in her hand,
and the world in her head.
She’d build figures out of lego,
but she never wanted to let go,
of the One Direction fish she kept in her room,
next to a Harry Styles doll with only one shoe.
I used to skate in the car park right next to my house,
hold on to my Dad, so I wouldn’t fall down.
I’d ride around on my bike, and bruise up my knees.
We’d bake cakes and...
She was sweet and had silly little curls.
She’d spend the evenings reading in bed,
with a book in her hand,
and the world in her head.
She’d build figures out of lego,
but she never wanted to let go,
of the One Direction fish she kept in her room,
next to a Harry Styles doll with only one shoe.
I used to skate in the car park right next to my house,
hold on to my Dad, so I wouldn’t fall down.
I’d ride around on my bike, and bruise up my knees.
We’d bake cakes and...
#teens
#childhood
#memories
#aging
#fatherhood
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Let You Go (The Tears Are Burning)
Waiting by the phone
Ripped up another letter
Cancelled another call
Deleted one more text
God, you act like I was never there
Waiting by the fucking phone
Waiting for another "how ya doing son?"
Nope, not a fucking word
So, one last time
I can't do this anymore
I can't take it anymore
Tired of breaking my own heart
Ripping my mind apart
Give me a reason to stay!
Give me a fucking reason to stay!
You like to think I never watched to see the inbox fill up
Like I never wished you good...
Ripped up another letter
Cancelled another call
Deleted one more text
God, you act like I was never there
Waiting by the fucking phone
Waiting for another "how ya doing son?"
Nope, not a fucking word
So, one last time
I can't do this anymore
I can't take it anymore
Tired of breaking my own heart
Ripping my mind apart
Give me a reason to stay!
Give me a fucking reason to stay!
You like to think I never watched to see the inbox fill up
Like I never wished you good...
#hate
#parent
#confessional
#SelfWorth
#fatherhood
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love songs of innocenceno. 4
soft reflections on paternal love
“Fathering is not something perfect men do,
but something that perfects the man.”―Frank Pittman
i loved my father with a special love,
as if a soldier, burnishing his boots,
were looking at a glowing from above
that penetrated life back to its roots.
he was not giv'n to suave romantic airs,
nor withering, soft-spoke words that had no spine;
tough love, whose bristles melted into cares,
poured forth as embers from his cutting wine.
his discipline was handsome as a sword, ...
“Fathering is not something perfect men do,
but something that perfects the man.”―Frank Pittman
i loved my father with a special love,
as if a soldier, burnishing his boots,
were looking at a glowing from above
that penetrated life back to its roots.
he was not giv'n to suave romantic airs,
nor withering, soft-spoke words that had no spine;
tough love, whose bristles melted into cares,
poured forth as embers from his cutting wine.
his discipline was handsome as a sword, ...
#strength
#father
#relationships
#family
#fatherhood
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depth of love
soulmates
are a match
made in heaven
~
then we learn
to love
.
children
are the love
made in heaven
~
and we try to
comprehend
the depth
of it
are a match
made in heaven
~
then we learn
to love
.
children
are the love
made in heaven
~
and we try to
comprehend
the depth
of it
#love
#children
#parent
#motherhood
#fatherhood
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DU Poetry : Poems About Fatherhood Seeking Honest Critique