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.
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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Alviola
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 8:29pm
24th Dec 2023 8:29pm
Fathers and Sons of Gaza
He does not look at the child in his arms
he looks only ahead, his feet fly
at the spur of worry, does a child
weigh less when it loses playfulness?
he does not look at the child in his arms
The stagger of his run make the limbs
of the child sway, giving a semblance
of breathing, his arms tighten to keep
the pieces from falling, he searches
for succor in the eyes of other men
he meets only quiet hopelessness
sitting on rubble of erstwhile homes.
he looks only ahead, his feet fly
at the spur of worry, does a child
weigh less when it loses playfulness?
he does not look at the child in his arms
The stagger of his run make the limbs
of the child sway, giving a semblance
of breathing, his arms tighten to keep
the pieces from falling, he searches
for succor in the eyes of other men
he meets only quiet hopelessness
sitting on rubble of erstwhile homes.
#sadness
#children
#parent
#war
#death
274 reads
2 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
14th Nov 2023 3:47am
14th Nov 2023 3:47am
Teenagers
A slow kiss
clothes peeling off
bodies smooth
sliding close
in tune with the music
on the car radio.
Shirt buttoned wrong
pants zipper down
hair all a mess
mom and dad frown
girl gets pregnant
shotgun wedding bound.
clothes peeling off
bodies smooth
sliding close
in tune with the music
on the car radio.
Shirt buttoned wrong
pants zipper down
hair all a mess
mom and dad frown
girl gets pregnant
shotgun wedding bound.
#parent
#teens
#sex
#cars
#pregnancy
246 reads
7 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 6:40pm
13th Nov 2023 6:40pm
Hank
I remember the first time I met him,
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of...
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of...
#mother
#parent
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#dating
172 reads
14 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
9th Nov 2023 2:26am
9th Nov 2023 2:26am
The Joy They Bring
Hearing the voices of my children
the hugs and smiles they give
their willingness to be there in my older age
being together during the holidays
these things bring me more joy than I can say
with the turning of every page.
the hugs and smiles they give
their willingness to be there in my older age
being together during the holidays
these things bring me more joy than I can say
with the turning of every page.
#happiness
#love
#children
#parent
#family
171 reads
6 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 10:32pm
31st Oct 2023 10:32pm
The One I Call Dad
My father he was just the seed,
but he was not the one who raised me.
He was not the one who took me under his wing,
not the one who taught me how to ride a bike or swim.
He was not the one who built me a scooter out of wood,
and not the one to take a splinter out of my foot.
He was not the one who played ball with me inside the house breaking my mother's vase,
and not the one in a scary mask handing out treats to the kids on Halloween night.
No, the one I am talking about is the one who adopted me,
the one I call my dad, the one I love with all...
but he was not the one who raised me.
He was not the one who took me under his wing,
not the one who taught me how to ride a bike or swim.
He was not the one who built me a scooter out of wood,
and not the one to take a splinter out of my foot.
He was not the one who played ball with me inside the house breaking my mother's vase,
and not the one in a scary mask handing out treats to the kids on Halloween night.
No, the one I am talking about is the one who adopted me,
the one I call my dad, the one I love with all...
#love
#parent
#childhood
#family
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
Mundus
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 9:13am
11th Oct 2023 9:13am
Ingratitude
I see you, mom, as you leave
a trace of yourself
on everything you touch:
the shallow glasses my sister
keeps filling up with Coke,
the doorknob that sends you
into a world of supermarkets,
pharmacies and banks,
the bright screen that passes
for a friend from Monday morning
to Sunday evening.
You leave a trace of yourself
on everything, on everyone,
yet, who gives back to you?
What's the reward for the years
that fall behind you
as you work your sad magic?
People and things
remain cold to your touch, ...
a trace of yourself
on everything you touch:
the shallow glasses my sister
keeps filling up with Coke,
the doorknob that sends you
into a world of supermarkets,
pharmacies and banks,
the bright screen that passes
for a friend from Monday morning
to Sunday evening.
You leave a trace of yourself
on everything, on everyone,
yet, who gives back to you?
What's the reward for the years
that fall behind you
as you work your sad magic?
People and things
remain cold to your touch, ...
#mother
#parent
#motherhood
#son
#responsibility
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1 Comment
stoned
buggy
buggy
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 11:13am
23rd Sep 2023 11:13am
changes
when i was a child,
i thought my father was the problem,
and that my mother was a saint,
but now when things get difficult,
she puts me on the street,
in the dark and the cold,
while my dad drives 2 hours,
sick, tired, broke, and worried,
to pick me up,
from in front of my old school,
my cheeks are tear stained,
and i have bruises on my skin,
and no matter how many times it happens,
he comes,
he comes and he respects my choice to go back,
he knows that its hard to change my mind,
to make me realize she is no...
i thought my father was the problem,
and that my mother was a saint,
but now when things get difficult,
she puts me on the street,
in the dark and the cold,
while my dad drives 2 hours,
sick, tired, broke, and worried,
to pick me up,
from in front of my old school,
my cheeks are tear stained,
and i have bruises on my skin,
and no matter how many times it happens,
he comes,
he comes and he respects my choice to go back,
he knows that its hard to change my mind,
to make me realize she is no...
#anxiety
#parent
#denial
#separation
#manipulation
183 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
4th Jun 2023 8:44am
4th Jun 2023 8:44am
scenes of a marriage
Scenes of a marriage
I should have known, she was up before me
I made a cup of coffee and went back to my study
to reflect upon the new day
How wrong I was
She entered; my navel-gazing had to be for another day
“Go and have a shower and put a nice shirt on
we are going to the solicitor.”
“I’m not smelly; I have not had breakfast; why should
I dress up for a solicitor, charging me money for what?
Greedy bandits, all of them.”
“Anyway, I have bought ink for the printer and plan to
print two manuscripts.”
“I have no sugar for...
I should have known, she was up before me
I made a cup of coffee and went back to my study
to reflect upon the new day
How wrong I was
She entered; my navel-gazing had to be for another day
“Go and have a shower and put a nice shirt on
we are going to the solicitor.”
“I’m not smelly; I have not had breakfast; why should
I dress up for a solicitor, charging me money for what?
Greedy bandits, all of them.”
“Anyway, I have bought ink for the printer and plan to
print two manuscripts.”
“I have no sugar for...
#mother
#parent
#motherhood
#memories
#responsibility
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Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
22nd May 2023 4:22pm
22nd May 2023 4:22pm
Complex Relations
Why are you trying to teach me,
When you have so much to learn?
You may be the elder,
But my respect, you have yet to earn.
You live in a world,
Which no longer exists.
Unwilling to move forward,
To change, you resist.
You're a slave to "duty",
Believing it's your fate.
But life is no longer about service,
It is, in fact, what you create.
Learn that you have choices.
You no longer need to be trapped.
Free yourself from the burdens.
Open your eyes! You're no longer strapped.
...
When you have so much to learn?
You may be the elder,
But my respect, you have yet to earn.
You live in a world,
Which no longer exists.
Unwilling to move forward,
To change, you resist.
You're a slave to "duty",
Believing it's your fate.
But life is no longer about service,
It is, in fact, what you create.
Learn that you have choices.
You no longer need to be trapped.
Free yourself from the burdens.
Open your eyes! You're no longer strapped.
...
#mother
#parent
#daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 10:47am
6th Mar 2023 10:47am
oh, father, dear father
Oh, Father Dear!
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be...
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be...
#brother
#sister
#parent
#memories
#separation
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Summerrain75
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 7:26pm
31st Dec 2022 7:26pm
New Year's Eve
On this new year's Eve
We lay on each other's side
Our fingers entwine
As we hold each other's hand
Tonight is different
From the other new year's Eve
We had before 2023
The festive mood is absent
We are both pensive
Lost in thought as we think
About our son sleeping on the next room
Who just had his first acquaintance with alcohol
Both of us were shocked
To see him in a state of intoxication
We never expected him to take a sip of alcohol
And this is the first time that we have to deal with it as...
We lay on each other's side
Our fingers entwine
As we hold each other's hand
Tonight is different
From the other new year's Eve
We had before 2023
The festive mood is absent
We are both pensive
Lost in thought as we think
About our son sleeping on the next room
Who just had his first acquaintance with alcohol
Both of us were shocked
To see him in a state of intoxication
We never expected him to take a sip of alcohol
And this is the first time that we have to deal with it as...
#mother
#parent
#family #son
#family #son
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