Long Poems for and About Parents
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Long poems for and about parents. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
LadyB
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 1:45pm
8th Oct 2021 1:45pm
Money Over Anything
I need money and I need it now!
rings a melody all night long
Money makes the world go round
and the world keeps sings this same damn song
Up the ladder just a bit
Thats all I need to get chips and dip
I LOVE MY JOB, just doesn't pay enough
I really do but I guess I ain't taxed enough
A little here, a little there
I'm starving here
I second guess those healthy meals
for the cheapy deals but is it worth still?
Barely making teacher wages
I thought I made it
until gentrification
Upgraded, cheaply made it ...
rings a melody all night long
Money makes the world go round
and the world keeps sings this same damn song
Up the ladder just a bit
Thats all I need to get chips and dip
I LOVE MY JOB, just doesn't pay enough
I really do but I guess I ain't taxed enough
A little here, a little there
I'm starving here
I second guess those healthy meals
for the cheapy deals but is it worth still?
Barely making teacher wages
I thought I made it
until gentrification
Upgraded, cheaply made it ...
#parent
#family
#dreams #money
#dreams #money
279 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 7:30pm
16th Aug 2021 7:30pm
Formalities (greeting)
Is it absolutely necessary to greet someone in person and in writing?
What, if any, are the practical benefits of a traditional greeting?
And who should be the first one to say a greeting to someone?
Etiquettes spring from the fallacious opinions and philosophies of a society.
It is a misguided belief that people benefit from receiving a greeting.
Why do most people take offence when others do not greet them?
People are affected somehow by the things that they were taught.
Some teachings are not worthwhile because they are based on feelings.
...
What, if any, are the practical benefits of a traditional greeting?
And who should be the first one to say a greeting to someone?
Etiquettes spring from the fallacious opinions and philosophies of a society.
It is a misguided belief that people benefit from receiving a greeting.
Why do most people take offence when others do not greet them?
People are affected somehow by the things that they were taught.
Some teachings are not worthwhile because they are based on feelings.
...
#children
#parent
#abuse
#philosophical
#tradition
271 reads
2 Comments
juliagkrimmel
daisygirl
daisygirl
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 2:40am
21st Feb 2021 2:40am
generations
Dear other generations,
I grew up in a world of technology, that you created
And yet you blame my generation for using it
I grew up in the work world you created
With unachievable goals and low pay
I learn in the education system you revolutionized
Pulling at my hair, stressed beyond reason
You all raised us, wether your an older sibling, parent, grandparent, uncle, aunt, friend
Yet, you call us lazy as if we are to blame
You gave us the distractions of technology, you encouraged us
And now we are reprimanded and handed all these expectations...
I grew up in a world of technology, that you created
And yet you blame my generation for using it
I grew up in the work world you created
With unachievable goals and low pay
I learn in the education system you revolutionized
Pulling at my hair, stressed beyond reason
You all raised us, wether your an older sibling, parent, grandparent, uncle, aunt, friend
Yet, you call us lazy as if we are to blame
You gave us the distractions of technology, you encouraged us
And now we are reprimanded and handed all these expectations...
#depression
#parent
#teens
#family
#responsibility
294 reads
4 Comments
Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 6:44pm
18th Feb 2021 6:44pm
Macabre
Danse Macabre
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead.
Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead.
Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
#dark
#parent
329 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th Jan 2021 5:46am
28th Jan 2021 5:46am
The Gorgeous Dream
If you must know anything,
know that you were born
because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
ˇ
Flutterwings:
you know you always escape a day
we never made -- but how
I would find you in every crushing second
I wanted to die
there, looking up at your dire ascent from
these clouds billowing above where I lie;
Stay.
ˇ
I never caught you still but blurry;
lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
know that you were born
because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
ˇ
Flutterwings:
you know you always escape a day
we never made -- but how
I would find you in every crushing second
I wanted to die
there, looking up at your dire ascent from
these clouds billowing above where I lie;
Stay.
ˇ
I never caught you still but blurry;
lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
#mother
#parent
#OceanVuong #freedom
#OceanVuong #freedom
545 reads
10 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
Mum Sample!
On mummy day we just jubiliate..
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
391 reads
2 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 11:29am
20th Aug 2020 11:29am
Perfect family
#mother
#children
#parent #family
#parent #family
451 reads
0 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 4:45am
8th Aug 2020 4:45am
Not racist
High risk.
You act like a hazardous virus.
A case of nuclear waste, not enough of a human to earn your space in this world till the end of days.
No-one cheers for an unfinished race...
You’re lucky i’m not racist...
You’re lucky you can’t raise fists, or raise above your race and take control of this circus.
You think we like this?
Never ending crowd control because you think you’re somewhat powerful?
We hate this.
How can we be racist if you fail to act like a race first?
This chase...
You act like a hazardous virus.
A case of nuclear waste, not enough of a human to earn your space in this world till the end of days.
No-one cheers for an unfinished race...
You’re lucky i’m not racist...
You’re lucky you can’t raise fists, or raise above your race and take control of this circus.
You think we like this?
Never ending crowd control because you think you’re somewhat powerful?
We hate this.
How can we be racist if you fail to act like a race first?
This chase...
#anger
#parent
#racism
#misunderstood
#rap
582 reads
1 Comment
PoemsForCoral
Poem Published
20th Jul 2020 3:37am
20th Jul 2020 3:37am
I still remember, do you mum?
I was 7 when my grandmother, now crippled by dementia, gave me the humming bird along with the promise that it would set me free. Since that day everything has changed, and until this very moment I had all but forgotten about my little hummingbird. Though I can see it clearly now.
It was small, just about large enough to fit into your palm, though to me it had seemed much larger as was the case with my view of most things at that age. It was made of gold that shone in the light and trapped your eyes when they danced upon it.
Each wing held a jewel with a rose pink colouring...
It was small, just about large enough to fit into your palm, though to me it had seemed much larger as was the case with my view of most things at that age. It was made of gold that shone in the light and trapped your eyes when they danced upon it.
Each wing held a jewel with a rose pink colouring...
#anger
#mother
#parent
#childhood
#family
316 reads
1 Comment
Oohloulala
Loulou
Loulou
Poem Published
19th May 2020 4:28am
19th May 2020 4:28am
Parents
The complexity, the complications of a relationship, as old as you are.
Their characteristics become intrinsic,
Genomes that mutate and grow,
But god only knows what might skip or show,
The path that you'll go with their guidance to lead the way.
Faith.
Complete trust in their decisions.
No other point in life that you're in this position.
Loyalty, bound by naivety, as it should be,
For only my mum and dad could ever love me more than me.
And fuck.
Weren't those times sweet.
Memories, flecks that appear hazy but happy.
Picking...
Their characteristics become intrinsic,
Genomes that mutate and grow,
But god only knows what might skip or show,
The path that you'll go with their guidance to lead the way.
Faith.
Complete trust in their decisions.
No other point in life that you're in this position.
Loyalty, bound by naivety, as it should be,
For only my mum and dad could ever love me more than me.
And fuck.
Weren't those times sweet.
Memories, flecks that appear hazy but happy.
Picking...
#love
#parent
622 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th May 2020 6:02pm
10th May 2020 6:02pm
Sacrifice
When I was five years old my mother left me…
With my grandmother so she could come to the land of opportunity,
And though some would think this was abandonment,
It was really a sacrifice she made to obtain a better life for me.
In those formative years when I was raised by my grandmother,
Who was small in size but larger than life with her personality,
Grandma taught me the meaning of respect and the ways of the Lord,
I called her my mother too out of sheer love and propriety.
And for four years my mother worked her fingers to the bone, ...
With my grandmother so she could come to the land of opportunity,
And though some would think this was abandonment,
It was really a sacrifice she made to obtain a better life for me.
In those formative years when I was raised by my grandmother,
Who was small in size but larger than life with her personality,
Grandma taught me the meaning of respect and the ways of the Lord,
I called her my mother too out of sheer love and propriety.
And for four years my mother worked her fingers to the bone, ...
#love
#parent
#motherhood #MothersDay
#motherhood #MothersDay
775 reads
10 Comments
t8ojetz
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 5:16pm
15th Apr 2020 5:16pm
STS
standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips,
you are prepared to judge.
i guess i cant blame you
picking apart has always been your first instinct.
knocking down instead of building up, you’ve burned many bridges
and broken several foundations.
the foundations i spent so much time putting together, with steady, careful hands
like folding pieces of blank paper into cranes to hang on string from my ceiling.
you crushed them.
every single one, you crushed them.
you didnt do it intentionally but because i didnt speak up, you didnt...
you are prepared to judge.
i guess i cant blame you
picking apart has always been your first instinct.
knocking down instead of building up, you’ve burned many bridges
and broken several foundations.
the foundations i spent so much time putting together, with steady, careful hands
like folding pieces of blank paper into cranes to hang on string from my ceiling.
you crushed them.
every single one, you crushed them.
you didnt do it intentionally but because i didnt speak up, you didnt...
#depression
#father
#parent
#betrayal
#emptiness
382 reads
2 Comments
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