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.
Rew
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 4:31pm
17th Dec 2024 4:31pm
Senryu
I could kill my Mom,
for the pain she put me through
by dying, God knows...
for the pain she put me through
by dying, God knows...
#parent
#senryu
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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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1 Comment
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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1 Comment
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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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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Nixprty
Poem Published
17th May 2024 2:23pm
17th May 2024 2:23pm
Too Loud
I'm still flesh and bone, no matter how much my flesh is bitten off, and my bones broken.
My skin has turned a sickly green from the lack of oxygen. I can't breathe anymore, it's too loud. It's like I could blow out their eardrums with the sound of my blinking.
Don't blink it's too loud. Don't breathe, it's too loud. Don't eat, it's too loud.
It's been 2 years since I took a step, my last one was too loud.
It can't hear me, it can't see me, but it's still too loud.
It's hugs have become tighter, it's trying to squeeze the air out of me, but...
My skin has turned a sickly green from the lack of oxygen. I can't breathe anymore, it's too loud. It's like I could blow out their eardrums with the sound of my blinking.
Don't blink it's too loud. Don't breathe, it's too loud. Don't eat, it's too loud.
It's been 2 years since I took a step, my last one was too loud.
It can't hear me, it can't see me, but it's still too loud.
It's hugs have become tighter, it's trying to squeeze the air out of me, but...
#abuse
#parent
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Nixprty
Poem Published
10th May 2024 2:52pm
10th May 2024 2:52pm
Mother
He hates you.
You held so tight on his wrists,
He still feels the ache,
He still sees the bruises.
He hates you.
You don’t see him,
You look through him,
He wishes your hand would phase through his body too.
He hates you.
He hates your frustratingly blank stare,
Shaky breath and bouncing leg,
Pretending you can’t hear him.
Your son is crying,
I know you can hear me.
He’s screaming,
Coughing up blood as he tears his throat with pure rage.
You...
You held so tight on his wrists,
He still feels the ache,
He still sees the bruises.
He hates you.
You don’t see him,
You look through him,
He wishes your hand would phase through his body too.
He hates you.
He hates your frustratingly blank stare,
Shaky breath and bouncing leg,
Pretending you can’t hear him.
Your son is crying,
I know you can hear me.
He’s screaming,
Coughing up blood as he tears his throat with pure rage.
You...
#childhood
#mother
#parent #son
#parent #son
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oskar
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:59am
13th Jan 2024 6:59am
winter in Cascais
Winter in Cascais
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
#brother
#parent
#childhood
#separation
#responsibility
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