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thispanman Mar 2020
Creative Juices
Flowing From the Genius Mind
Haikus are not easy
My dad wrote this. I thought it was genius. Enjoy
Isla Winters Feb 2020
Dad
You wouldn't listen if I told you,
You wouldn't react if you saw,
Red scratches look like smears,
With those lenses of yours.

You wouldn't replace them,
No matter how tinted,
Convince me it was normal,
"It's just what family does."
It was normal for family,
To look at me through the holes.

I hear a certain voice,
Or a certain laugh or certain story,
My heart still stops as it rattles my being,
My mind goes a distance, falling,
Writing this now I feel bile in my throat,
Because Dad he is 5001 miles away,
But why does he seem close?

You wouldn't let me explain,
Mum could not defend,
Your fear of finding out the truth,
Can't overweigh desire for its end.

You wouldn't listen Dad,
Your habit is to blame,
But would I want you to do anything?
That would be nothing for your gain.
It will be his as he knows,
He's won,
For that reason alone.
Warning: infers s*xual abuse
Serendipity Feb 2020
For what my father did to me,
at the very least
was not
what his father
had done to him.
Heavy Hearted Feb 2020
Look like the flower but be the serpent beneath
Teach for the hour but speak only for minuets
Love for the passion but **** for the pride
Climb for the high, screaming never enough
Remember the happiness
And weep, when you feel its echo.

A unique love owns
Both me and my Father (and brother)
As it's special home's
Found within one another.
So be what you are. Dare and think and move free
But humor always
the lover
your dad raised you to be.
Sorry
Harshitha Girish Feb 2020
His shoulders are the warmest place of rest
His heart large and kind.

His smile is relaxing and rare,
A wide one at that, like a watermelon rind.
Jay Feb 2020
There is this anger within me
you left me
I needed you the most
and you just gave up
you were on the floor
you didn't cry for help when you collapsed
why didn't you yell?
we could've saved you
you just laid there
and let it happen
you left me
I scream your name at night
I don't even know I do it
I am scaring people
I need you
you left me
you left me for what?
you don't believe in a heaven or a hell
you left me for nothing
you were supposed to be there for me
you were supposed to take care of me
you were supposed to walk me down the aisle
because my real dad is in and out of prison
abusing every girl he sleeps with
injecting every shot he is presented with
you were supposed to be my safe haven
you left me
you died
you.
My father figure who is also my best friend died in early November. I am getting worse. I don't know how to deal with death. I think grieving the dead is stupid. the dead is dead and that is it. yet I have nightmares of him... I miss him
Kayla Gutierrez Feb 2020
Waiting for your love on this hot summer day
  I cry and cry the pain still stays
moms pacing in the kitchen making sure I’m okay
My second birthday
It wasn't the only special thing happening today
I was meeting you, Daddy
as you knocked on the door waiting to meet your baby girl
our souls touched and the pain went away
I always knew I was a daddy’s girl,
you were the first man I fell in love with
and the first man to break my heart
now I search this everlasting world
for something so viciously missing in my life,
trying to find someone who can fill the void in my soul,
the void that you were supposed to love,
if I ever meet you I will ask you why my precious face couldn't keep you
I guess no one really knows how addicts choose to live their life
I wanted to be your baby girl
and you wanted to party all night
with random girls, who felt the same as I do today,
the same void because all they wanted was to be a daddy's girl.
Yash Feb 2020
Owooooooooooooooooooooo
Big bad wolf, how scary you are.
Beware, your prey has grown nails
and patience for your hunting is low.

Beat your chest, thump thump.
Practice your throat, ahem ahem.
Check your growls and grunts
because the final battle is nearing.

Alpha, head of the table.
Papa, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The hunter, provider of kin
Blood, Zorn, Red for dinner.

Oh my, What big hands you have!
Oh my, What sharp teeth you have!
Oh my, What little mind you have!
Oh my, What black heart you have!

The red balloon, pop.
Scarlett, Crimson, Ruby in sockets.
Bloodshot, bloodlust to the bloodline.
Blue and red sirens nowhere to be seen.

New life, pup
Joy and life for once, yip yap.
Dragged by the scruff
across the ****** spiky path.

Blessed by the doves
Raised by Rainbows
Outsider to the pack
Warrior nonetheless.

Challenger from Childhood
Aggressor from Adulthood
Ares, Mars, Athena
Feast your eyes.

Grunt grunt, deja vu. Repetition of memories.
Snip snip, Bloodlines. The Dam gates have opened.
Emancipation, freedom. 1863 proclamation.
Clank. Down, come the shackles.

Owoooooooooooooooooooooo, Lone wolf.
This poem is about a child who has been pushed and shoved by his father. The child then finally grows up and challenges the big wolf and takes his freedom. The poem uses wolves as a metaphor for the family.
Yash Feb 2020
Bleeding, missing platelets
Like a fountain, Exsanguination
Carcass, skin and bones left
Bury me, burn me, you better remember me.

Boy, get your paws right off me.
Growl, howl, gnaw, all you want.
Do not defile me. Leave, run for your life
Go face your reflection and scream, monster.

Snaked Nile, blue and white
carry the scratched Sarcophagus
to the end of the world.
Mummified monster.

Relic of the dark past
Monster of today
Destroyer of the bright future.
Don't let him escape, I pray to Horus.

Oh, the divine one-eyed one
heed my prayers.
Isis, guard him like Ra
Fear him like Apophis.

Otherwise, like ISIS
he will destroy your dreams, Mesopotamia.
Possessed by Set, blinded by red
Constrain him before he kills your Osiris.

Swamp, sudden snap. The jaws of Sobek
One monster to the rescue of the other.
Great Khnum, carry the golden coffin to the sea of chaos
destroyed by Isfet or swallowed by the black snake. Keine pflege.

Nephthys. Water, flood him
bury him deep within the death bed.
Vater, Moustached black man
Ich werde dich nicht vermissen.
Just to help understand this, this poem uses a lot of Egyptian mythology references and the end of the poem uses german words.
Yash Jan 2020
Oh Papa, perish the invading Persian armies.
Oh Papa, do or die at the D-day.
Oh Papa, fight the foreign forces at the front lines.
Oh Papa, go face your turbulent trials in the trenches.
Oh Papa, come back in one piece from the Pearl Harbour.

But Papa, why did you scare your own son into submission?
But Papa, why did you beat your own blood till he bled out?
But Papa, why did you scar your own son into suicide?

Your own son, the sun of your life.
But then Papa, why did you suppress your sun into the sunset?
But then Papa, why did you bury your sun in the horizon beach?

Johny Johny.
Yes Papa?
Did you disobey me?
No Papa.
Are you lying?
No Papa.
Turn your back.
Ah ah ah.
This was my first poem. This poem is about a child who knows that his papa is fighting the odds to survive and provide for his family but is confused and wonders why then, the papa turns around and does horrible things to him.
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