Poems for and About Parents Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems for and about parents seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:01am
4th Apr 2025 1:01am
immemorial
03/30
immemorial
Although she rarely talked about her past
I’ve always known she was a quiet survivor.
Born on Molokai, Hawaii, back in the days
where people called it “Leper Island”
she eventually grew up in Pearl City, Oahu.
She used to tell me how it felt when the
Japanese bombed the island – similar to
earthquakes in California.
Teachers had everyone scuttling beneath
their wooden school desks.
I came to learn more about her past
when she got much older – waiting
impatiently for herself to pass....
immemorial
Although she rarely talked about her past
I’ve always known she was a quiet survivor.
Born on Molokai, Hawaii, back in the days
where people called it “Leper Island”
she eventually grew up in Pearl City, Oahu.
She used to tell me how it felt when the
Japanese bombed the island – similar to
earthquakes in California.
Teachers had everyone scuttling beneath
their wooden school desks.
I came to learn more about her past
when she got much older – waiting
impatiently for herself to pass....
#memories
#nonfiction
#parent
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marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:43pm
3rd Apr 2025 5:43pm
A Poem For My Dad
3/30
Seeing you in my dreams
Never gets any easier
There’s a different kind of heartache
That comes with this kind of grief
I miss you everyday
And think of all the things you're not here for
Some days are just harder
Where everything reminds me of you
Maybe it's the cloudy weather
And the chill that's in the air
But today, I can’t seem to stop thinking
Of how much I could use one of your hugs
Seeing you in my dreams
Never gets any easier
There’s a different kind of heartache
That comes with this kind of grief
I miss you everyday
And think of all the things you're not here for
Some days are just harder
Where everything reminds me of you
Maybe it's the cloudy weather
And the chill that's in the air
But today, I can’t seem to stop thinking
Of how much I could use one of your hugs
#father
#grief
#parent
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 8:24am
2nd Apr 2025 8:24am
a childhood
A childhood
Stony was the soil of my childhood
A tiny room above the stable
Cold was the night
A straw mattress and mice
Ice crystal on the roof
Dreaming of running somewhere
Anywhere but here
A pale dawn
The sun is white this morning
In the barn animals stir
No more time to dream
Tomorrow he will run away
Stony was the soil of my childhood
A tiny room above the stable
Cold was the night
A straw mattress and mice
Ice crystal on the roof
Dreaming of running somewhere
Anywhere but here
A pale dawn
The sun is white this morning
In the barn animals stir
No more time to dream
Tomorrow he will run away
#brother
#children
#parent #sister
#parent #sister
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:42pm
1st Apr 2025 2:42pm
On Grandmas and Galaxies
(I haven't been able to write in so long. But this came this morning. I'm fumbling in the dark, and I can't write consistently well anymore--and the metaphors are all wrong--but, this is what came. And Varley, I love you so very much.)
ON GRANDMAS AND GALAXIES
for Varley
Your tiny hands slowly unravel the purple yarn I was planning on using, along with the orange, to learn to crochet with. I wanted to make you a blanket of stars but my own hands are not practiced enough and it seems I have given up for now. I am wanting more and more to make you things. To...
ON GRANDMAS AND GALAXIES
for Varley
Your tiny hands slowly unravel the purple yarn I was planning on using, along with the orange, to learn to crochet with. I wanted to make you a blanket of stars but my own hands are not practiced enough and it seems I have given up for now. I am wanting more and more to make you things. To...
#birth
#children
#love #parent
#love #parent
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4 Comments
cantocinque
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 7:36pm
3rd Nov 2024 7:36pm
Maria Marlena II
She’s the ache in your heart,
She’s the tears on these cheeks,
She’s the sigh after a long deep breath.
(And the release after “sutyum”.)
She’s the trees dancing in the wind,
And the stillness that remains.
She's the black, defining white,
The flame burning bright,
’Til the last of its light.
She’s the tears on these cheeks,
She’s the sigh after a long deep breath.
(And the release after “sutyum”.)
She’s the trees dancing in the wind,
And the stillness that remains.
She's the black, defining white,
The flame burning bright,
’Til the last of its light.
#daughter
#grief
#love
#parent
#wife
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RobinHood
Robin
Robin
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:50am
3rd Oct 2024 11:50am
These words
My dad was once
He is no more
I never heard
These words before
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand
When I am gone
So far away
Just think of these
Words I would say
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand.
He is no more
I never heard
These words before
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand
When I am gone
So far away
Just think of these
Words I would say
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand.
#children
#family
#father
#love
#parent
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Nixprty
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 1:48am
11th Sep 2024 1:48am
Parental Vampiric (Blue)
She scrubs furiously at my skin,
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
#dark
#emptiness
#parent #sadness
#parent #sadness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 8:24am
16th Aug 2024 8:24am
I didn't come to say goodbye
I didn't come to say goodbye
to you
we've said goodbye
many times over
I don't understand
how one more time
will make this hurt any less
Death is for the living
it's a weight that's meant
for us alone to bear
death is easy for dead
though I'm sure you're glad
that when your finally hours
ticked around
we all showed up
I didn't come to say goodbye
to you
I came because social norms
dictate I not be a bitch
and abandon family
never mind that I have to live ...
to you
we've said goodbye
many times over
I don't understand
how one more time
will make this hurt any less
Death is for the living
it's a weight that's meant
for us alone to bear
death is easy for dead
though I'm sure you're glad
that when your finally hours
ticked around
we all showed up
I didn't come to say goodbye
to you
I came because social norms
dictate I not be a bitch
and abandon family
never mind that I have to live ...
#death
#family
#grief
#love
#parent
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 2:02am
7th Aug 2024 2:02am
Mom
Her voice caught when I called her “Mom”
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
#family
#parent
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2 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 6:56am
6th Jul 2024 6:56am
Proud
I very often feel like my parents aren’t proud of me.
Then, suddenly, something happened.
I made a painting for my father,
It was a dinosaur.
He said he loved it and that was that.
Yesterday while celebrating the 4th overheard him speaking to someone.
“He’s gonna start performing with his guitar!”
“Oh that’s great, he’s so talented.”
“He really is, did you see the painting he made me? It’s so cool!”
I stood there as still and quiet as I could,
I was so happy...
Then, suddenly, something happened.
I made a painting for my father,
It was a dinosaur.
He said he loved it and that was that.
Yesterday while celebrating the 4th overheard him speaking to someone.
“He’s gonna start performing with his guitar!”
“Oh that’s great, he’s so talented.”
“He really is, did you see the painting he made me? It’s so cool!”
I stood there as still and quiet as I could,
I was so happy...
#art
#father
#happiness
#parent
#SelfWorth
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Nixprty
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 11:47am
18th Jun 2024 11:47am
Appearances
I don’t blame people for assuming,
I don’t blame outsiders for not looking in.
If you saw a shop with a sign that said “pet store”,
You’d assume if you looked in you’d see pets and pet supplies.
If you saw a building with a sign that said library,
You’d assume if you looked in you’d see books and desks.
If you saw people labeled “mother” and “father”,
You’d assume they were nurturing and caring of their children.
But “Mother” and “Father” are not titles to be earned,
It’s a...
I don’t blame outsiders for not looking in.
If you saw a shop with a sign that said “pet store”,
You’d assume if you looked in you’d see pets and pet supplies.
If you saw a building with a sign that said library,
You’d assume if you looked in you’d see books and desks.
If you saw people labeled “mother” and “father”,
You’d assume they were nurturing and caring of their children.
But “Mother” and “Father” are not titles to be earned,
It’s a...
#parent
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
19th May 2024 9:08am
19th May 2024 9:08am
arrival
The arrival
I had been away for thirty years
came, put up a new fence, and painted the house
Bright spring green, the house looked posh
compared with pale white housing
which had been the only legal color when
the ultra-democratic ruled
I had been spotted, and relatives came to visit
a younger generation that looked like clones
of the people I once knew but with new
bodies and young faces
clean streets, smokers hid in basements like
ostracized uncles no one spoke about
the children of this new generation played ...
I had been away for thirty years
came, put up a new fence, and painted the house
Bright spring green, the house looked posh
compared with pale white housing
which had been the only legal color when
the ultra-democratic ruled
I had been spotted, and relatives came to visit
a younger generation that looked like clones
of the people I once knew but with new
bodies and young faces
clean streets, smokers hid in basements like
ostracized uncles no one spoke about
the children of this new generation played ...
#family
#father
#memories #parent
#memories #parent
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1 Comment
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