CruelHandedWriter
Jamie Rhodes
Jamie Rhodes
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 4:59pm
29th Aug 2024 4:59pm
Toxic Masculinity
There’s no more soothing a sound
as the sound your own voice
-inside your own head- makes
half way down that unlit road,
the sand dunes on either side,
as you let the dogs off the leash
and light a cigarette
at some time past ten pm
when you realise
that of all those paths you crossed…
The ones who sought
to do you harm.
The ones who might still seek
to do you harm
could arrive here…
and the life that you have chosen,
and lived,
and honoured,
and toiled with,
would drop them all
-almost...
as the sound your own voice
-inside your own head- makes
half way down that unlit road,
the sand dunes on either side,
as you let the dogs off the leash
and light a cigarette
at some time past ten pm
when you realise
that of all those paths you crossed…
The ones who sought
to do you harm.
The ones who might still seek
to do you harm
could arrive here…
and the life that you have chosen,
and lived,
and honoured,
and toiled with,
would drop them all
-almost...
#fatherhood
#God
#strength
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Jul 2024 1:21pm
30th Jul 2024 1:21pm
High Summer
The pavement cracks and shimmers
below the magnifying glass of sun
that burns and drives the ants inside
as others free of work this day
lie down inside a case of cream
and scorch like hams around their seams.
It’s been a year now since your father died,
high summer marked his transition
from off this world to that, and yet questions
remain. Perhaps the African, with whom
the man claimed your father sought
forgiveness in the lord, would know
the answers that you seek. Often they come
to this: why do you love someone who...
below the magnifying glass of sun
that burns and drives the ants inside
as others free of work this day
lie down inside a case of cream
and scorch like hams around their seams.
It’s been a year now since your father died,
high summer marked his transition
from off this world to that, and yet questions
remain. Perhaps the African, with whom
the man claimed your father sought
forgiveness in the lord, would know
the answers that you seek. Often they come
to this: why do you love someone who...
#fatherhood
#forgiveness
#love #summer
#love #summer
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1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 10:26pm
28th Jul 2024 10:26pm
From the deepness
IT is necessary that you have a choice of what, direction you want your life to be. 🤔 TRULY if you are heading into the right direction. 🙏 For how many times have you try just trusting, your own personal thoughts and feelings, and insight only to find out. THAT you made the wrong decision. YET let's look at it, from a different perspective. 😑 For let's ask thyself the right simple questions, for don't start to play the blame mind games 🤔 Now is the best time ⌚ when you have to rethink, your own train of thoughts. 🤨 For let's just ask thyself and...
#aging
#fatherhood
#LookingForLove
#motherhood
#StreamOfConsciousness
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 10:13pm
29th Apr 2024 10:13pm
Silent Children
Once upon a time
in a womb, far, far away
there lived a child
You were that child
silent and dreaming
in the waters
of ancestral memory
Sound reached your ears
though you never could reply
Prayers were offered for you
though you never knew
and tears were shed
that could never dry
Nations anticipated you
prophets shouted from the hills
Empires warred against your kin
While poets shed ink spills
Though you may have forgotten
while dwelling on your scars
...
in a womb, far, far away
there lived a child
You were that child
silent and dreaming
in the waters
of ancestral memory
Sound reached your ears
though you never could reply
Prayers were offered for you
though you never knew
and tears were shed
that could never dry
Nations anticipated you
prophets shouted from the hills
Empires warred against your kin
While poets shed ink spills
Though you may have forgotten
while dwelling on your scars
...
#children
#fatherhood
#motherhood
214 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 9:12pm
23rd Apr 2024 9:12pm
Daddy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
#anxiety
#childhood
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
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2 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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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Dec 2023 8:22am
11th Dec 2023 8:22am
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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2 Comments
Redamancer
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 8:58am
20th Nov 2023 8:58am
For My Father
#love
#family
#sensual
#son
#fatherhood
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
7th Nov 2023 2:32pm
7th Nov 2023 2:32pm
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
233 reads
4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 9:13pm
19th Sep 2023 9:13pm
BABY BUMP
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex #fatherhood
#sex #fatherhood
229 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
18th Aug 2023 00:08am
18th Aug 2023 00:08am
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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anonymouszoe
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 10:42pm
7th Aug 2023 10:42pm
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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