Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 9:13pm
19th Sep 2023 9:13pm
BABY BUMP
#motherhood
#marriage
#sex #fatherhood
#sex #fatherhood
143 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
580 reads
19 Comments
REMARKABLE_8
RichyRich
RichyRich
Poem Published
31st Aug 2022 12:35pm
31st Aug 2022 12:35pm
Mother of kings who only have love for queens
Sinisterly, wicked it would seem far from average, as we begin to indulge in this 😉 scheme,
Overtaken by desires of lust, as we rush into forbidden rituals, old traditions giving birth to new cultures other creations and such,
Refusing to surrender 🙏 or give in, an catering from a man's touch, only to be submissive in bed 🛏 other than that like 👍 a race track all bets 😉 are off!
Resisting all urges and engagements and arrangements, canceling all advances pursuing any further, for future entertainments,
Disciplined being in total...
Overtaken by desires of lust, as we rush into forbidden rituals, old traditions giving birth to new cultures other creations and such,
Refusing to surrender 🙏 or give in, an catering from a man's touch, only to be submissive in bed 🛏 other than that like 👍 a race track all bets 😉 are off!
Resisting all urges and engagements and arrangements, canceling all advances pursuing any further, for future entertainments,
Disciplined being in total...
#motherhood
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
#LookingForLove
#pregnancy
405 reads
4 Comments
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
379 reads
8 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
45 reads
2 Comments
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
170 reads
2 Comments
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
521 reads
4 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2019 2:07am
23rd Jun 2019 2:07am
the art of raising another man son
It's said life is defined by moments,
Small breaths that you forget to count,
But raising a child is something else.
The first steps, first words.
To see him kick the ball, drive that toy car.
The first day at school and probably his first heart break.
These are moments you'll forever cherish and hold dear,
Deep in parts of your heart that no else will ever find.
Despite the knowledge of knowing his not yours,
Yet you love him without question.
That's the art of raising another man son.
You give him your all, your love and your...
Small breaths that you forget to count,
But raising a child is something else.
The first steps, first words.
To see him kick the ball, drive that toy car.
The first day at school and probably his first heart break.
These are moments you'll forever cherish and hold dear,
Deep in parts of your heart that no else will ever find.
Despite the knowledge of knowing his not yours,
Yet you love him without question.
That's the art of raising another man son.
You give him your all, your love and your...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#fatherhood
433 reads
6 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
1st Oct 2017 10:58pm
1st Oct 2017 10:58pm
And If ...
And if you can be calm to face the mirror
accept reflections merely as they are
ignore the images on glossy covers
decide yourself you’ll take it just so far;
If you can eyeball egos and not falter
to hold your own undressed, or clothed all posh
or walking up the aisle to face that altar
can change your mind and say “I don’t! I’m off!”
If you can rock the baby e’er so gently
and hear the drunken father crash and fall
decide forthwith despite he drives a Bentley
...
accept reflections merely as they are
ignore the images on glossy covers
decide yourself you’ll take it just so far;
If you can eyeball egos and not falter
to hold your own undressed, or clothed all posh
or walking up the aisle to face that altar
can change your mind and say “I don’t! I’m off!”
If you can rock the baby e’er so gently
and hear the drunken father crash and fall
decide forthwith despite he drives a Bentley
...
#family
#rhyming
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
927 reads
14 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Aug 2021 1:37pm
24th Aug 2021 1:37pm
FEELING LOST WITHOUT YOU
As the day fades away and night is coming to the world in different shades of dark and grey, here I am feeling lost without you so near me and close to my heart and soul and mind. As I can feel your voice in the distance, between the sun and the moon whispering in my ears, like raindrops on a hot tin roof. I know that it is hard to believe in love at first sight, but I am a witness to see it become reality for example when we say goodbye. I miss you so much I can feel the tears slowly raising from my eyes, as I can feel your hand upon my face wepting my tears from my eyes. For the more I...
#motherhood
#fate
#dating
#responsibility
#fatherhood
1011 reads
13 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Feb 2022 12:01pm
21st Feb 2022 12:01pm
A father's love
A father’s love was mine for a time,
But later his heart would roam.
Desires for more than a family’s love
Took him far away from home.
I thought he was my love for life,
Curled fingers inside his hand.
But life would lead me to other men,
Where I surrendered my treasured plans.
I long to go back to that innocent time,
But it will never be so again.
I will follow desires, I'm still a daddy's girl.
But the lust of flesh always wins.
But later his heart would roam.
Desires for more than a family’s love
Took him far away from home.
I thought he was my love for life,
Curled fingers inside his hand.
But life would lead me to other men,
Where I surrendered my treasured plans.
I long to go back to that innocent time,
But it will never be so again.
I will follow desires, I'm still a daddy's girl.
But the lust of flesh always wins.
#lust
#daughter
#fatherhood
529 reads
5 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
14th Jun 2013 3:10am
14th Jun 2013 3:10am
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
1497 reads
32 Comments
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