#fathersday
All of you, dads out there
who give life and give care,
are heroes.
For all of what you, heroes,
have done, we must be
thankful.
So this is my way
of being thankful:
Thank you
for a life of smiles,
games, hugs, help...
Thank you
for life itself.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 5:31 AM UTC
There were nights I folded into myself
A silence not of peace, but pause,
Where memory clung like sweat to old Regrets,
And the dark was just thick enough to Speak.
A younger version of me still walks there,
Half-shouting at ghosts,
Half-sure he knows better.
The road I paved was not always stone…
Sometimes glass,
Sometimes the brittle hush of unspoken Apologies.
My hands, calloused from more than labor,
Have carried the sharp edges of Consequence,
Have held a child’s future like a fragile flame
And nearly dropped it once or twice.
Fatherhood did not come with a compass.
It came like weather,
Sudden and vast;
With no promise of shelter, only sky.
And still, I stepped out.
Still, I walked.
There were questions I answered with my Absence,
Lessons I taught by stumbling.
And yet each tear I have dried
Has felt like redemption.
Each scraped knee, a liturgy
In the cathedral of trying again.
You learn that love,
Real love,
Isn’t found in the perfection of the path
But in turning back for the small hand that Trusts you still.
Now, she laughs.
And in her laughter is a map
Of every right thing I did
Despite myself.
And I know,
No matter how far I wandered from grace,
It was worth it.
Not for a second chance,
But for the first time I truly listened
To what love sounds like
When it calls you “Dad.”
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
I don’t get to see you
too often,
but I don’t blame you
for what you did.
You couldn’t stay,
and that’s okay.
You always try
and sometimes lie,
but I won’t hold a grudge-
who am I to judge?
You tell us
you still love us,
and I know that.
So we can chat,
and i’ll sit with you a while
then you’ll feign a smile
But I see how it hurts you
your start anew,
your empty home.
I see your eyes like chrome.
You never stay too long
and your voice doesn’t sound as strong…
It’s hard to pretend,
and even harder to try to mend…
But anyways,
I’ll stop this haze-
I just wanted to say:
Happy Father’s day
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
what a sick coincidence
some cruel ******* joke
crafted by the god
he so desperately believes in
why would he want me
when he has two daughters
one he’s molding into everything
i refuse to become
the other still clings to his shadow
like it’ll keep her warm
telling me to be more forgiving
as if he ever earned a single ounce of grace
where was he when i needed a father
not a ghost with loud opinions
he disappeared
then returned
acting like he deserved applause for showing up late
to a life he walked out on
you don’t get to pick which parts of me you accept
and still try and call it love
i’m done pretending this day holds any weight
that it means anything more
than a simple **** you
i made it without you
and that is the only thing
worth celebrating
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 12:01 AM UTC
my birthday falls on father’s day...
how poetic
for a man
who gave me life
but never showed me how to live it
and when he came back
he still wasn't really there
he doesn't like who i am
as if love should come with conditions
i learned how to raise myself
from the ruins they left behind
funny...
how father’s day reminds me more
of what i survived than what i celebrate
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
a sharp blade
carving
shaving
after shaving
from a gnarled wooden
stick
or is it the sound
of your gravelly singing
and the many guitars
you've owned and played
or the feel of stubble
or the smell of cologne
I don't know
but I'll can and will say
at the risk of selfishness
is your day is
mine too
and a day
will never be enough
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC
Deceivingly simple, we sit down
On our ****** plastic step stools
After school in the kitchen.
You ask me how my day was. I say
Fine thanks, learned about quadratics.
I ask you where you went cycling. You say
Oh, you know, the usual. Round out
That way, and back. The usual.
We sit in silence for amount as I cut a slice of apple and hold it out to you across the room.
You take it, and we sit on our ****** plastic step stools
In the kitchen after school,
Sharing silence and an apple.
And I almost love the crisp, cool crunch
As much as I love you.
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
Padre day always felt so gray
Typically too clouded for anything uplifting to say on a personal plane
Nor much of anything for me to really celebrate
Many moving pieces, some removed before "too late"
This month wouldve marked year 8 -
Of revolutions and opportunities to be great. I would've stayed and stumbled into ways to be brave.
*Instead again I sit here and isolate
Called upon a necromancer for a family to raise. He handed me a mirror and said, "Start here today."
I am grateful to be, and honor the planting of seeds from generations prior
But the cold washes over me alone staring at the embers of a life that was a fire.
I wouldn't say that this is all a test
Life is stress when comparing with the rest
Judge self only by your personal progress
Try not to take it personally and trust the process
When this sun sets, there wont be any regrets. Instead whispers in the wind reminding you to keep steps to the beat in your chest
Ive had my talks with suns, moons, and planets in their orbit...in many driveways, backyards, and various porches. Kicking it with night sky, a dark cave, with stars as my torches. These conversations elevate and ultimately nourish. Still, I can only fantasize about how we'd all have flourished. One daydream at a time finding the courage to surface
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 5:21 PM UTC
His hand twisted the two wires,
and the engine wondrously fired.
I yelled and cried when I broke my arm
he easily wrapped it without alarm.
Sorry son, I can’t come to your game,
the overtime list had my name.
Boy, there’s gonna be a delay,
my big project is due today.
Your dad went out of town to speak,
can’t play pitch and catch this week.
He picked up the phone and he heard me say:
“Daddy, the cops wanna take me away.”
Tonight your dad’ll deposit his check
then we can fix the car you wrecked.
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Thank you Daddy for all you’ve done
“Don’t thank me, your mama raised you, son.“
I regularly tear up with both sadness and joy
seeing a daddy squatting, listening to his boy.
Father-son ties
mix long lows and splendid highs.
Yes, there are tears and yearning
for more than his earnings.
But now I see how my dad’s hand
protected and provided,
how he taught me to take a stand,
and showed me how to be a man.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
You accompany the eastern wayward winds,
With your morning greetings, warm like the sun;
Waking our household and all its mundane delights
Like the intro to an upbeat Bee Gees song.
You blend comical antics into the rough routines
Like The Beatles' chorus filled with seasoned humor;
Chasing away the boring notes and sad refrains
Over lunch table and afternoon coffee hours.
You double-check the locks before the lights go out
Like a Sinatran bridge looking for guarantees
You rest in a fulfilled outro, but always prepared
To sing every unknown tomorrow's melodies.
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 9:35 PM UTC
Many poets come and gone
and left golden words about mother
but no stories ,no poetries
and no thank you note to father
even the god have no words that can emote
his hard work
.
This is an incomplete reality,
that mother's love is everything
There is some contribution from them too
without which we are nothing .
.
You will find many who will say that you are their moon
but you will always be the moon
of his sky
he always protect you
with his clouds of different hues
.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC
graceful
as the orient
but yet
a western plant
aloes
are
indigenous
to the desert's
rock and sand
delicate
white flowers
or
bold red
on slender stems
the flaming
torches
burning
bring
hummingbirds
to them
from the tiny
Aloe Pepe
to the mighty
Century
those plants
upon a hillside
are there
for all
to
see
there's the wierd
Octopus Aloe
small leafy plants appeal
one type of
Aloaceae
has a pulp which
soothes
and
heals
in my father's
cactus garden
he has
all types to show
please sit in my
Sanctuary
where
the
lovely
aloes grow
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/19/2016
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
He is an *******
But a good kind of *******
It runs in my fam.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
Thinking of a superman.
Lots of courage and strength in the vein.
Another form of my personal wishing well.
He can't express his love,slow as snail.
He can fight and bleed for me.
But his rude voice was hell for me.
Don't think further,
He is none other than my father.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
With this card, I'd like to say,
A Happy Birth and Father's Day!
To a brilliant father and a friend,
whom I must drive round the bend.
Fifty-eight years, you've been alive.
Protecting me for thirty-five.
And without you, I can easily say,
I wouldn't be the man I am today.
So live it up for a couple of days
and do things that make you smile.
Then get some flights to Chiang Mai booked,
and we'll live it up Thailand Style!
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
Sauna bata pako
Wa pa koy kahibalo,
Bisag lamok di patugpahan
Kay lagi pinangga man.
Nagdako kong hapsay
Malipayon kanunay
Kay aduna may
Naghigugmang tinud-anay.
Nagsubay mis saktong dalan
Kay kami saktong gitun-an,
Bisag si Mama dako nag baba
Kay kami badlungon man.
O pobre tood mi
Wa ko man na mahayi,
Dos ray balon nga ni human
Ko's hayskul ug elementary.
Pero bisan pa niana
Saludo ko nimo Pa,
Magtarong kog skwela
Para malipay **** mama.
Butang-butangan man ko
Di lagi ko paapekto
Magpakahilom sa ko
Kay wala pa ko sa pwesto.
Kay imo kong gipa skwela
Nipalayo ka sa amoa,
Naningpalad sa laing dapit
Sa desyerto na sangit.
Bisag layo ka kanamo
Murag duol ra ka kaayo,
Mura kag bituon
Nga gustong abuton.
Pa, kay layo man ka
Wa koy laing magasa
Basaha lang unya ni,
Happy father's day!
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
To my Step-Dad
Oh how wonderful you are,
You don't ever go to the bar.
You scare off every leech,
and don't fill my mouth with bleach.
I'm very thankful you're in my life.
But how is it dealing with a very famous wife?
I wouldn't call you Bob,
Heavens, not even Rob!
(I love you so much!) :D
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
a father is suppose to be a child’s first
hero
protector
guider
and mentor
however for me my father was my first
tormentor
narcissist
and the monster that hid under my bed
with a bottle to keep him company
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
I look at him
And I see me
The apple doesn't fall
Far from the tree
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
Pretend
Like everything’s the same
Pretend
I’m not going insane
Pretend
This Sunday’s just another day
Pretend
I won’t be crying your name
Pretend
I never had a dad
Pretend
Because then it won’t hurt so bad
Pretend
I haven’t bought presents in the past
Pretend
Cause Father’s Day isn’t supposed to be sad.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC