backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 1:46am
4th Feb 2025 1:46am
There will be challenges
Have you ever wondered is it possible to be able to separate thyself, from the negativity and drama with it's deepness of inner vibes. Filled with hurt and pure confusion and drama and madness, that will have you going completely insane. 😮💨 For sure it's necessary to be able to share, our thoughts and insight and bring, honest and truth into the realness of a true relationship. AS it is with a strong commitment and real consistency. To do what you say you came into my life to do, and be able to prove that to me, as man to woman as I prove myself to you, as woman to man....
#aging
#death
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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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
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
17th Aug 2019 11:17am
17th Aug 2019 11:17am
Fathers and Sons: Love Redux
My dad wasn't wordy
I can't remember affection
He never told me he loved me
If he did, I don't remember it
Strong silent type he was
I grew up quiet
Till I started to speak more
Then everyone wished I'd shut the fuck up
My mom told me my dad loved us very much
I wanted to hear it from him
On my wedding day he said it
Collectively in a toast he pronounced his love grandly
I always wanted more from him
I wanted his knowledge, his craft
He's gone 20 years now
I'm still trying ......
I can't remember affection
He never told me he loved me
If he did, I don't remember it
Strong silent type he was
I grew up quiet
Till I started to speak more
Then everyone wished I'd shut the fuck up
My mom told me my dad loved us very much
I wanted to hear it from him
On my wedding day he said it
Collectively in a toast he pronounced his love grandly
I always wanted more from him
I wanted his knowledge, his craft
He's gone 20 years now
I'm still trying ......
#fatherhood
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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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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th May 2021 1:48am
7th May 2021 1:48am
Mr. Ford Crosses the Bridge - May 6th
Dear Mr. Ford,
I’m sorry that I only met you in your last days
When you were ready to cross that bridge
I was told you were a hardworking,
Wonderful, caring family man
And that you needed some assistance
When your grandson asked if I could help
I was glad because you raised a good man
It was only a small gesture but seeing you there
On your death bed was heartbreaking
I had never seen the eyes of a man
Stare into my soul like that
I don’t know the pain you must have been in
But you were fading, slowly, fading ...
I’m sorry that I only met you in your last days
When you were ready to cross that bridge
I was told you were a hardworking,
Wonderful, caring family man
And that you needed some assistance
When your grandson asked if I could help
I was glad because you raised a good man
It was only a small gesture but seeing you there
On your death bed was heartbreaking
I had never seen the eyes of a man
Stare into my soul like that
I don’t know the pain you must have been in
But you were fading, slowly, fading ...
#love
#family
#death #fatherhood
#death #fatherhood
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Sep 2017 2:01am
16th Sep 2017 2:01am
thanks, son ..
and when he was just a kid
I took my son to wembley
to watch england versus hungary
he was never into football
but he was always there
for me ..
I took my son to wembley
to watch england versus hungary
he was never into football
but he was always there
for me ..
#father
#family
#sports
#son
#fatherhood
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 4:53pm
30th Nov 2021 4:53pm
Powwow & Father
Powwow & Father
Iroquois Chanteuse sings a Celtic mood
For Powwow gatherers deep in the dusk
When shadows of the quiet quilt the evening
In the forever dream of a lost sun
Whose whereabouts are in the blackberry fields
On the horizon of silent tears
Of a Tibetan plateau where rhymes grow
Far from the piney halls of Valhalla
Where mystic embers go on a spark journey
To ascend the fires of Eden
But the keepers of the peace torch understand
And follow our trail
On roads etched in charcoal night
That veils...
Iroquois Chanteuse sings a Celtic mood
For Powwow gatherers deep in the dusk
When shadows of the quiet quilt the evening
In the forever dream of a lost sun
Whose whereabouts are in the blackberry fields
On the horizon of silent tears
Of a Tibetan plateau where rhymes grow
Far from the piney halls of Valhalla
Where mystic embers go on a spark journey
To ascend the fires of Eden
But the keepers of the peace torch understand
And follow our trail
On roads etched in charcoal night
That veils...
#father
#nature
#fatherhood
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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
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
The Rotten Seed
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
#abuse
#childhood
#fatherhood #memories
#fatherhood #memories
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Maple666
Poem Published
28th May 2023 3:51pm
28th May 2023 3:51pm
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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