Poems about Fatherhood
#fatherhood
Poems about fatherhood, here you'll find poetry about being a father and everything that entails. Poems about a father's relationship with his children, and poems about how life changes when you become a father.
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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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My Little Heaven
I wonder...
If I could live poetically...
For one day only..
Just 24 hours..
What would I do?..
Didn't take much thought actually...
I would become neurologically altered so that
My speech will falter bringing me that
Much closer to my beautiful daughter...
In her world of autism....
Where I would give up the norm and
Embrace a new form of talking...walking with her
As she TAKES me by the hand helping me to
Innerstand the more grand plans beyond this land
Let her do the teaching
And I'll do the...
If I could live poetically...
For one day only..
Just 24 hours..
What would I do?..
Didn't take much thought actually...
I would become neurologically altered so that
My speech will falter bringing me that
Much closer to my beautiful daughter...
In her world of autism....
Where I would give up the norm and
Embrace a new form of talking...walking with her
As she TAKES me by the hand helping me to
Innerstand the more grand plans beyond this land
Let her do the teaching
And I'll do the...
#daughter
#Autism
#fatherhood
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"Just kill me!"
"Just kill me!" She screams out.His arm bent out of its socket. She squeezes it even harder.
"Oww! He says. Turning his face away from her.
"Just kill me. Please!" She screams out again.
Clearly pushing through the pain.
"Are you going to participate in?" She hisses at her partner.
Perfectly in synch,he thinks. How long does it take anyway, until my children, has a new sister?
We already have ten girls. And two boys.
We cannot continue,to have anymore children.
It's far...
"Oww! He says. Turning his face away from her.
"Just kill me. Please!" She screams out again.
Clearly pushing through the pain.
"Are you going to participate in?" She hisses at her partner.
Perfectly in synch,he thinks. How long does it take anyway, until my children, has a new sister?
We already have ten girls. And two boys.
We cannot continue,to have anymore children.
It's far...
#anxiety
#strength
#fatherhood #emotions
#fatherhood #emotions
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Love is the same and opposite game .
Love takes and gives. It’s hate and like and tolerance .
It’s loud and silent when it’s in a mood and wants to teach a lesson or make its point as it was either hurt or annoyed . It’s new and old it’s all about the two of you desperate to spend time together. It’s also did you put the bins out and fill up the dishwasher and make a cup of tea . The expansion of more two children under the age of four . With a bank balance that aches as much as two parents do who are tired to the bone with a balancing act of up against it financially and mentally and how many times have I asked you just to...
It’s loud and silent when it’s in a mood and wants to teach a lesson or make its point as it was either hurt or annoyed . It’s new and old it’s all about the two of you desperate to spend time together. It’s also did you put the bins out and fill up the dishwasher and make a cup of tea . The expansion of more two children under the age of four . With a bank balance that aches as much as two parents do who are tired to the bone with a balancing act of up against it financially and mentally and how many times have I asked you just to...
#love
#children
#motherhood
#responsibility
#fatherhood
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The wolves.
In the park
Where the grass
Was green
In the farm house
where woods
Tell a story of
Time
Plum cake tree
And then again the
she wilted sheets
It's the evergreen ghost town
In same green evening.
Where the grass
Was green
In the farm house
where woods
Tell a story of
Time
Plum cake tree
And then again the
she wilted sheets
It's the evergreen ghost town
In same green evening.
#sleep
#fatherhood
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The Tree Outside a Child's Window
My child is not even a year old
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
#childhood
#trees
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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Fatherhood
I’m frightened by the tiniest being
Adorable, pinchable cheeks
Blond hair, someone else’s DNA
I always knew my kid wouldn’t be mine,
I just thought I’d have more time
Could I do better than her?
Am I capable of keeping myself sane,
Through the late nights and the lack of privacy?
I pray I can overcome disorder
Become the dad I never have
Adorable, pinchable cheeks
Blond hair, someone else’s DNA
I always knew my kid wouldn’t be mine,
I just thought I’d have more time
Could I do better than her?
Am I capable of keeping myself sane,
Through the late nights and the lack of privacy?
I pray I can overcome disorder
Become the dad I never have
#children
#MentalHealth
#fatherhood #fear
#fatherhood #fear
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Life
A new conception
Two mammals form a pair bond
The basis for monogamy
Friction against a membrane
Producing a sensation
Stimulation leading to a release
Contractions propel cells into tubes
Searching for fusion before they die
An ovum is penetrated
And fertilisation begins
Developing over a period of months
A heart begins to beat
Vibrations of sound can be heard
Footprints and fingerprints form
Eyes can open and close
A water breaking
Signals the start of labour
A dilation reveals...
Two mammals form a pair bond
The basis for monogamy
Friction against a membrane
Producing a sensation
Stimulation leading to a release
Contractions propel cells into tubes
Searching for fusion before they die
An ovum is penetrated
And fertilisation begins
Developing over a period of months
A heart begins to beat
Vibrations of sound can be heard
Footprints and fingerprints form
Eyes can open and close
A water breaking
Signals the start of labour
A dilation reveals...
#birth
#motherhood
#animals
#fatherhood
#pregnancy
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Otherworldly Memories Part VII: The Dark Son
- Otherworldly Memories Part VII: The Dark Son -
It was a period of war and conflict in the lands of Eriu, for the tyrannical king Bres had been cast into exile from the kingdom of the Tuatha de Danann over which he once reigned. It is said that his rule of terror lasted for seven years, but seven years to Elfin kind is a long period of time indeed for any ruler to reign, especially one given to great cruelty! Though some argue his reign was longer, and that it was only in the last seven years of it that the worst things happened under his monarchy. Time for me during those years...
It was a period of war and conflict in the lands of Eriu, for the tyrannical king Bres had been cast into exile from the kingdom of the Tuatha de Danann over which he once reigned. It is said that his rule of terror lasted for seven years, but seven years to Elfin kind is a long period of time indeed for any ruler to reign, especially one given to great cruelty! Though some argue his reign was longer, and that it was only in the last seven years of it that the worst things happened under his monarchy. Time for me during those years...
#dark
#family
#war
#memories
#fatherhood
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Why Did You Stay?
You wonder why you stayed so long,
as if your life’s a daytime film
about a woman married to
a man who slaps her just for laughing at
another man’s remark.
Was I abused? you think, still now
at thirty-one, remembering
the dinner plate smashed on
your brother’s head.
He asked for it, you think,
for talking back to dad.
You won’t talk back, ‘cause you’ll be dead:
rejoinder in the kitchen as
you look down at
the scuffed carpet, memorising detail.
But dads say stuff like that, ...
as if your life’s a daytime film
about a woman married to
a man who slaps her just for laughing at
another man’s remark.
Was I abused? you think, still now
at thirty-one, remembering
the dinner plate smashed on
your brother’s head.
He asked for it, you think,
for talking back to dad.
You won’t talk back, ‘cause you’ll be dead:
rejoinder in the kitchen as
you look down at
the scuffed carpet, memorising detail.
But dads say stuff like that, ...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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Middle-Class Lad with a Working-Class Dad
You don’t speak like the rest of us,
he said. None of us are posh.
I could have said that for a class warrior
he was awfully keen to not be blue collar,
even though the colour of his boiler suit
was hardly white as office walls.
But dad was always caught between
a sneering self-regard and loathing of
the rich, or anyone he deemed as such.
The kids that played outside were “skin rats”,
worth only the exterminator’s vats
of killing gas and ziplock bags.
But me? I’m posh, apparently,
which in his narrow, self-deceiving way ...
he said. None of us are posh.
I could have said that for a class warrior
he was awfully keen to not be blue collar,
even though the colour of his boiler suit
was hardly white as office walls.
But dad was always caught between
a sneering self-regard and loathing of
the rich, or anyone he deemed as such.
The kids that played outside were “skin rats”,
worth only the exterminator’s vats
of killing gas and ziplock bags.
But me? I’m posh, apparently,
which in his narrow, self-deceiving way ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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I Carry Their Shadows
#love
#sex
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
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