LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 5:50pm
4th Oct 2024 5:50pm
Eyes of My Daughter - Song Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the hustle of the city, as we race to find our gold,
We wear our blinders tightly as hearts grow cold.
The laughter of our children is now a distant sound,
Lost in selfish pleasures as the world spins round and round.
(Chorus)
But now I can clearly see, through my daughter's eyes,
The years that I missed, chasing alibis.
My little girl is seventeen, with dreams of her own,
Still looking for all the love I should've shown.
(Verse 2)
I was a man of passions, with so much love misplaced,
Trying to fill my empty...
In the hustle of the city, as we race to find our gold,
We wear our blinders tightly as hearts grow cold.
The laughter of our children is now a distant sound,
Lost in selfish pleasures as the world spins round and round.
(Chorus)
But now I can clearly see, through my daughter's eyes,
The years that I missed, chasing alibis.
My little girl is seventeen, with dreams of her own,
Still looking for all the love I should've shown.
(Verse 2)
I was a man of passions, with so much love misplaced,
Trying to fill my empty...
#betrayal
#daughter
#fatherhood #lust
#fatherhood #lust
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
Gino & Poppy
It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
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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
168 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
Vale Paradiso
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
#aging
#birth
#dating
#death
#fatherhood
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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
125 reads
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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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 2:51pm
16th Jun 2024 2:51pm
The Single Father
There is always guilt
floating in the waves
of the distinction
and the comparison
to the others
that successfully
maintained their marriages
can shade the day
with mixed feelings
I will get a lovely card
from my only child
and I never doubt
the genuine love
despite that phone
that often gets in the way
when answers to my questions
are greeted with a "what?" or a mumble
This life is very back and forth
two days off, five days on
from silence to energy ...
floating in the waves
of the distinction
and the comparison
to the others
that successfully
maintained their marriages
can shade the day
with mixed feelings
I will get a lovely card
from my only child
and I never doubt
the genuine love
despite that phone
that often gets in the way
when answers to my questions
are greeted with a "what?" or a mumble
This life is very back and forth
two days off, five days on
from silence to energy ...
#confessional
#fatherhood
#regret
260 reads
3 Comments
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
154 reads
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
274 reads
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Redamancer
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 8:58am
20th Nov 2023 8:58am
For My Father
#love
#family
#sensual
#son
#fatherhood
140 reads
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