#father poems on Hello Poetry

fdwit Mar 2022

Especially on gray days,
when the sky can only weep,
I feel your closeness

As the clouds shelter us
from all that has not yet happened
with a warm blanket into your arms

#dad #father

fm Feb 2022

what father forgot to mention

you look just like her
your body, your face, your hair.
you look most like her
when you’re defiant,
an attitude that rivals her.
you’re stubborn and you’re wrong
but father forgot to mention
that i look just like her.
my body, my face, my hair.
i look most like her
when i’m yelling my face red,
an anger that rivals hers.
i’m tenacious and confident,
i have faith in myself.
yes, father forgot to mention
that i wear my mother well.

they had their good parts, but I got their bad.

#parents #mom #dad #mother #father #faithlessness #helplessness #disowned #love #pain

Katie Feb 2022

101

Does it bring you sick joy?
Or do you even notice what you do?
You broke me like some toy,
And still my only purpose is to annoy...
Don't you get that?

I'm afraid of you.

See me cower away into the background
Any time you look my way;
I try to spread your words around,
But your presence clammed up what I needed to say.
But you like that.

You love to be feared.

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#father

Zywa Feb 2022

[ Dad never writes me ]

Dad never writes me,

oh dear, I start forgetting --

to be forgotten.

"Vindeling" ("Findling", 2019, Vonne van der Meer)

Collection "VacantVoid"

#father #parents

Paul NP Jan 2022

Reunited Ignited

You are the Love that I Remember,
You melt me through Aeons of Winter.
You make me the blazing Djinn,
You make me the Christ without Sin.

You are the Cure for The Cold
and my love is like Footsteps in Snow.
Where I follow with Feather and Rose.
To give you my Heart and my Soul.

You are the Love that I Remember.
You are the Love that I Recall,
You are the Spirit of my Crossing,
You tie me in Beautiful Woes.

You are the Essence of Color.
Also the midnight cruiser.
You are the spring fawn,
and its your laughter that makes me grow.

You are the will of the bright.
You are the source of my spiritual writing.
You make me the king in blessings.
Blessings of virtue and light.

You are the love that I remember,
the truth and the love that is tender.
You are the ocean of responsibility,
that I pick up when reason is withering.

You are the quintessential virtue.
That all there is to know is full.
The fullness you supply, I imbibe
these virtues; with intimacy, grace and time.

Written in the Muse of my new song, But also a Work in Progress
https://soundcloud.com/hollaflower/hollaflower-reunited-ignited-loud-mix?si=629482a556ed489e95da784bcd6d05f6&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

#love #romance #father #wedding #worship #devotion #upfront #blunt #emotional #loving

SUDHANSHU KUMAR Jan 2022

A Father... (Haiku #13)

In the battleground...
He battles to win a bread,
For his loving child'...!

Battleground refers to the struggles of life...

#father #struggles #life #battleground #bread #child #love

Dave Robertson Jan 2022

More or less travelled

Well, ol’ boy
stood in the vista, a little lost
but feet finding the pub
nonetheless

that sun tried to make its point
which, though we acknowledged,
we tried to sidestep

clag mud added heavy boots
while loose, happy chat sat
in apotheosis

til a moussaka
and a couple of sublime fish dishes
let us sit down and rest

after miles
these muscles pretend to ache

#walkingwithdad #hiking #walking #winter #northants #northamptonshire #dad #father #papa

Thomas P Owens Sr Jan 2022

of poetry

a quiet man he was
the smiles were rare
signs of affection
non-existent
yet his soul came through
his goodness
his quality
his concealed intelligence
I can see him in his sleeveless tee-shirt
cigarette in right hand
a pen in his left
doing the New York Times crossword puzzle
at the dining room table
he would watch Jeopardy
and reel off the answers
one after another
under his breath
he'd survived 3 heart attacks
diabetes and emphysema
years of working 2 jobs to support 8 children
but the alzheimers was unforgiving
and eventually wore him down
my Father
like his son
had buried a facet of his early years
his gift for verse
which I discovered unbeknownst to him
before his passing
in the early hours of one recent Winter's morning
I heard him call my name from the foot of the bed
I take it as a sign that one day
we will share our love of poetry

my youngest daughter brought to my attention a poem she had discovered by Ezra Pound. I liked it so much I did some research on Ezra and discovered that he had been arrested in Italy and returned to the US to face trial for speaking out about Capitalism. His attorney's pleaded insanity and he was sentenced to do his time at a mental facility called St. Elizabeth's hospital in Washington DC. For the length of his stay, my Father worked at that hospital. I picture them in my mind sitting at one of the benches in the yard and swapping stories and discussing poetry

#poetry #father #writer #memories #spiritual

John Van Dyke Dec 2021

The Wing Bed

He carved a headboard out of pine
And shaped it til’ a bird-shaped thing
Emerged. And then, he thought,
‘One could do worse
Than sleep beneath an angel’s wing’

‘Perhaps this wing will keep me safe
When darkness comes, when lights are dim
I’ll think of Psalms and sleep’, he said
But little did he know
What Heaven had in store for him

Until the day his daughter came
And with her daughter, rested there
And then he knew a miracle
Had waited patiently to come
In answer to his wooden prayer

Heaven sent my daughter, Elizabeth.

#father #daughter #prayers #answered