Poems for and About Parents by Top Critiquers
#parent
Poems for and about parents by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 9:39pm
28th Mar 2025 9:39pm
The Upbringing
Your parents have a problem and you live in constant pain
Your atmosphere is darkness as you begin to go insane
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
You hear the words of wisdom as you practice what they tell
You follow your parents teachings, as they threaten you to hell
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
My advice to you, is to follow what's in your heart
For if you don't, you'll be finished before you ever start
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
Your atmosphere is darkness as you begin to go insane
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
You hear the words of wisdom as you practice what they tell
You follow your parents teachings, as they threaten you to hell
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
My advice to you, is to follow what's in your heart
For if you don't, you'll be finished before you ever start
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#parent
#religion
#rhyming
113 reads
8 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
11th May 2023 2:04am
11th May 2023 2:04am
Litany of a snail
I was fresh from the shower,
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
#mother
#parent
#childhood #death
#childhood #death
631 reads
19 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
24th Jun 2024 6:30am
24th Jun 2024 6:30am
IT WAS HOT THAT NIGHT
#parent
#pregnancy
#sex
271 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 12:45pm
26th Sep 2019 12:45pm
I Miss you Mom
Will be 5 years in November
Last time we spoke was on November 5th
2014
It also happened to be my birthday
Flew to Florida
She was sick
In the hospital
Tubes everywhere
Trying to hold on
She made it 2 more weeks
Worst weeks of my life
Finally passing to go see Dad
I think of them often
Daily actually
Always there on my shoulder
Looking over me
Protection
Sitting on the couch yesterday
Staring out the window
It came to me profoundly
In the rough and tumble of my day ...
Last time we spoke was on November 5th
2014
It also happened to be my birthday
Flew to Florida
She was sick
In the hospital
Tubes everywhere
Trying to hold on
She made it 2 more weeks
Worst weeks of my life
Finally passing to go see Dad
I think of them often
Daily actually
Always there on my shoulder
Looking over me
Protection
Sitting on the couch yesterday
Staring out the window
It came to me profoundly
In the rough and tumble of my day ...
#love
#grief
#parent
653 reads
12 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 2:24pm
4th Oct 2018 2:24pm
Wilderness
Lost in the dark
torn apart by
razor sharp
allegations
they put the
blame on me?
pointing fingers
make me cringe
inside it rages
sick attacks
mental wars
build my walls
bowed my head
closed my eyes
swallowed it
lethal mind
fetal position
dying to finally
find my way home
torn apart by
razor sharp
allegations
they put the
blame on me?
pointing fingers
make me cringe
inside it rages
sick attacks
mental wars
build my walls
bowed my head
closed my eyes
swallowed it
lethal mind
fetal position
dying to finally
find my way home
#parent
#dark
1220 reads
38 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
#aging
#family
#grief #parent
#grief #parent
360 reads
19 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
117 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
13th Feb 2023 6:49am
The Phantom Zone
What is real and what is not,
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
And does it even matter?
I think it does...I think it does,
When we remember love
Is all too much unspoken of.
Now, I will speak of it every day
And search for it in every book
And in any other blameless way
Not too disposed to gobbledygook.
Oh...we will know it by its mirth
And by the laughter and the smiles
That prove to us how much you're worth
Through all the ubiquity of trials
So troublesome to the human race.
But...
#parent
#separation
#son
324 reads
8 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 00:44am
27th Jul 2020 00:44am
Fun ways to spend a Sunday evening
Waiting it out
clammy and vomiting
fourteen and learning
how much is too much
it's painful to watch
but so much better
than bubble-wrap
or my best lecture
clammy and vomiting
fourteen and learning
how much is too much
it's painful to watch
but so much better
than bubble-wrap
or my best lecture
#parent
#LifeStruggles
#learning
492 reads
9 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 4:06am
13th Jul 2024 4:06am
Shame
I have so many metaphors to report
I am your big brother thank you berserker girl
I'm all in this shit now you freak pretender to be hold Jehovah
you better back off her now or I'll unveil you're pathetic habits publicly.'
war Brenden we're with you now
I am your big brother thank you berserker girl
I'm all in this shit now you freak pretender to be hold Jehovah
you better back off her now or I'll unveil you're pathetic habits publicly.'
war Brenden we're with you now
#family
#parent
117 reads
1 Comment
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
235 reads
1 Comment
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
59 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Parents by Top Critiquers
