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Soumia Oct 6
I'm searching for you but no chance,
I've been calling you but no respons .

Daddy where are you, I've been looking for you.
20 years ago you where here with us.
Heey for you who will ask, my dad passed away in 2000 I was 3 years back then. There does not go a day without missing him.
Jules M Sep 5
I have a reason to wake up in the morning.
I have someone standing behind me.
I have someone I can truly trust.
I have someone I don’t have to be afraid to love.
I have a reason to really smile, none of that fake ****.
I have someone’s hair to play with.
I have a reason to exist.
I have a reason to create new things.
I have a reason to improve myself.
I have someone to love.
I have someone to lay with.
I have someone to sing with.
I have someone to hang with.
I feel clear for the first time.
I feel kind of beautiful,
When I still want to weigh 90.
And that’s wild.
I have hated myself to the point of
Hoping
For death.
How can I possibly love myself
With all of the **** I have done?
I can,
Because I have you.
Because I feel forgiven with you.
I feel free with you.
I feel dreamy with you.
I feel steamy with you.
You fuel my creativity,
You fuel my confidence,
You fuel my honesty,
You make me want to be
Me.
I have a reason to take care of myself.
I have a reason to be kind to myself.
I have a reason to have confidence within myself.
I have a reason to be true to myself.
I have someone to please.
I have someone I can believe.
I have someone to let me be me.
I have someone to help free.
I have someone to never leave.
I have a person to be strong for.
I have a person to hold onto.
I have a person to sing to.
I have a person to write for.
I have a person to cheer for.
I have a person to live for.
Without you I might not be here today.
And that’s horrifying to admit to you,
But I am going to be completely truthful with you.
I have nothing to fear.
You are not scary.
You do not intimidate me.
You are my King.
You are my Daddy.
You are my Tre.
You are my one
And only.
You are golden.
My golden man.
I love everything about you,
From the longest hair on your head.
To the callouses on your toes.
You don’t even know.
But it’s hard to show,
You know?
When you have been left behind,
And betrayed
So many times,
Love is hard,
But with you,
It is easy.
Everything is pleasing.
Everything is freeing.
You hear me?
I love every single thing about you.
Which means you are one **** *** man,
And you deserve to know that.
I love you.
Exactly as you are.
I don’t want to change a single
******* thing about you.
You are a badass,
Who makes me feel like a badass.
Own that,
You own me.
My life will never be the same,
I will forever be changed,
In a lovely way.
Angela Rose Aug 3
If you still have the people you love most in your life today-
Hug them
Hug them tighter than you ever have
Call them and tell them you love them
Never ignore their calls
Pick up the phone and call them first
Make sure they know

They have to know
They have to know that when they're gone you won't be able to sleep knowing they've gone away
They have to know that all throughout the day you will cry when they have gone to sleep forever
They have to know your heart will be missing a piece when they leave
They have to know before they're gone

You have to tell them while you can
You have to tell them that they are special to you
You have to tell them that you will forever miss their voice and their laughter
You have to tell them you will miss never seeing their face on the caller ID

My God, please tell your loved ones you love them


I love you, Dad. I love you so much.
My dad died a few weeks ago, July 16th. I don't know if I will ever forgive myself for not calling enough or for being too busy to call back sometimes. I don't think I will ever forgive myself for always saying "I'll call tomorrow"
I remember...

The night my Daddy gave me his t-shirt,
And I wore it to bed

It smelled like him,
It felt like him,
It clothed me totally,
And made me feel so small

And now, it was mine!
And I loved it so...

And Daddy said to me:
"One day, you'll grow up into Daddy's t-shirt..."

But the years came and went,
And Daddy's t-shirt still didn't fit...

...More and more so,
But never perfect

And even today,
As I've become a Daddy myself,
My Daddy's t-shirt wears quite large

But it's still mine.

And it still covers me.

And I remember what Daddy said,
And this I know with all my heart:

One day, it shall fit perfectly.

.
A father's kiss.
For the very first time.
On my new born face.
A Mom's dawning smile
is the very first rainbow
that I ever saw.
Hanging there on her LOVING face.
Crying bliss pours out of my infant eyes.
Mommy and daddy, you are
my forever HEART!
God has given me ten tiny fingers.
Ten wiggly toes.
This sacred,
Mommy
and Daddy love fills me up so!
Fills me up with precious
Baby girl hope.
I am alive!
Mommy and daddy!
Look at me!
I have arrived.
Protected by your Parental DIVINE.
Feeling all this permeating beauty  from my mommy and daddy expressed in giving LOVE.
After all, I am your baby girl gift from heaven above.
This is 'Ode to My Precious Baby Girl Love.'


Copyrighted 2016
I thought about the birth of my precious little niece.  She means the world to me.
Because she cared for me
Run
To
Me
Told
Mommy

To me and mommy
He was different
To her thinking space and brain
He held a gun

Mommy
Loved
I

He lied
He hurt
He screamed
To me,
I loved him though it was
The definition of tough love:
I’ve seen a lot of ‘Can you write a story using simple words of an experience through a child’s eyes that was a heinous act of an adult?’ questions on Quora. Decided to try a poem using the same mindset. Thanks for reading
fray narte Jun 25
dad
you always ask why i always stay in my room, in that voice that always made me feel small and vulnerable — the one that always made me feel like a five-year-old girl wishing that the blankets and the stars will hush the thunders.

you always ask why, dad, and yet you always find ways to hurt me the moment i come out of this four-walled shell, ashen and gray from all the storm clouds circling over my head. you always find ways to spot the cracks on my skin, like i was just another wall in this crumbling house. you always find ways lasso your words around my throat — tighter and tighter, i can no longer breathe. you always find ways to unhinge my mind; to unbottle all the tears and all the loose pieces of my heart hastily stitched out of place.

dad, i am caught in a trojan war brewed by my demons, and you are paris, piercing all of my achilles heels; stitched; tender; still healing from all the poisoned arrows you shoot — a year ago. two years ago. three. four. and for years and years, you always find ways to crush me, like the cans of your empty beer. you always find ways to crack and snap this bent framework; my bones are broken from the weight of your words. you always find ways to hurt me and hurt me and hurt me and hurt me again — like i was never the little girl you played dolls and cooking sets with; like i was never the little girl you watched disney movies with. like i was never the little girl you used to love — dad, i am still she, now trapped in the body of an adult. i am still she, now trapped in the prison of a dusty room you unknowingly co-erected. and i guess i'll stay right here where i'm trapped, but safe. i guess i'll stay right here where the voices only come from my demons.

i'll stay right here where you can't see me.

i'll stay right here where i'm not hurt.
Kenji May 26
Take a sip, take a hit, take a drag, take a sniff.
Mix it up, lose yourself in your sins.
Take this lust potion baby, move that slow motion.
Just take another sip, lean, trip.
******* to the floor, playing with my hair, fingers like a web.
Just listen, red eyes in a room full of lies.
I know you bite, I need it, take a sip and feel free.
Just take another sip, and we'l lean.
Oooooh baby, stick down to the ground, I need you on the floor. knees to the ground.
I know you feelin, the same way that I feel and I know this is for real.
He says hes feelin, that feelin, that we're feelin, and he want it bad.
Just take another sip, and we'l lean.
Mushrooms got us trippin, got you rollin on the floor, laughing, passed out, then I **** you.
Papi like it good.
Call me baby while I give it like I should.
Put a spell on you, a lust potion.
Take it, sip it, eat it, **** it.
How did I get like this?
Voodoo lust.
You think this lust we have is normal?
It's passionate, hard, ******, intense, sinful, unapologetic, desirable, sensual.
Pull my neck from the back and choke me harder daddy.
...
It's my voodoo magic baby.
My lust potion
Axel May 19
Dear dad,
I'm sorry that I admire mom than you
and I'm sorry that I only could reached the roof when you asked for a moon.

As you sip your favourite cup of coffee that taste so bitter, you always ask how am I doing even though the coffee was bitter as your day.

As I was walking with you last night,
the moonlight shines right through your face
and I could see your brave face light up the night
because for the first time his son was walking with him, chatting and doing casual ****.

I'm sorry I couldn't be the best son, I'm sorry I couldn't be your best son but I promise you that I'll be your creamer to your coffee even though you prefer sugar in it.
my Superman <3
Planejane2 May 19
You’re so beautiful
But I get the feeling that you get told that all the time
No, not beautiful, but that your fine
And it’s ran to your ******* head
Don’t trust women, yet can’t seem to get them out your head
Don’t trust the devil,
But you always let him lie in your bed
Watching demons through different mediums
Yet wonder why you can’t get them OFF your head.
Always breaking bread with your ******
But can’t get up and make some bread
Got an ole lady at home
But you tied to the streets instead
When you gone grow up
And learn how to be a ******* man?
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