"dadda" poems - Hello Poetry

I look in the mirror What do I see? Wrinkly woman Staring strait back at me Her eyes have bags She hasent slept in weeks Her hair all white White as snow Her eyes wide like a child's first hope She looks at me Puts her and on the mirror "Dadda?" She asks " no I'm not your father" "Dadda?" " I don't know where he is.." "Dadda?!" She starts to freak out " I'm not your father!" "Dadda!!" "I DONT KNOW WHERE HE IS! I DONT KNOW WHERE HE WENT! HE LEFT US OK! HE LEFT us.." She turns her head and looks at me "Why?" She asks I tell her" I don't know!" She points to the watch on her wrist "He only gives you those so you can count down the minuts to see him! It's not worth it! Every year it's longer and longer, and soon he will walk right out of your life!" "Dadda is suppost to come! I want to play!" I look at her, reach out and touch her hair "The only game our father plays is hide and go seek except we give up looking and waiting for him" "But I've been waiting since I was three!" " and now your eighty! Don't you see? Go get sleep or find some friends! You will find other love, it's just as good." "Don't lie to me!" She demands in a deep voice. Her eyes full of hate! "No don't do that! You don't deserve all that hate !" " nothing is as good as a fathers love! Not a date, a true boyfriend NOTHING!" "How do you know ? We have never had a fathers love!" " but you see it around you. Then you give up and try boy love." "Don't say that!" "You know it's true the only reason you date boys is to find some love for you! You seek attention and kisses and hugs! So you feel someone truly cares and loves! Your pathetic trying to wait! Pretending to love him every holiday ! " "SHUT UP SHUT UP!!" I say and punch the mirror "Why don't you make me! You pathetic slime You can't enjoy Christmas *** he's gone mine !" I stood up and stare her in the eyes. "No one owns me or tells me what to do!" "Oh I'm so scared!" "Yes yes you are ! Your scared of never being enough! Your scared that if your not pretty! You'll die and he won't give a **** Your scared that you will loose him! Your scared no one will care! Well guess what buddyriend and family that care !" "Why don't you sleep it off? And wait for him to care?" "IM DONE SLEEPING AND WAITING FOR HIM !" I reach in and grab her by the throught. "AND IM DONE LISTENING TO YOU!" I turn her neck till the mirror shatters The glass breaks my hand blead I sit and cry like nothing mattered I look at one of the pieces on the ground in front of me. It's a little girl only about age 3. "Thank you" she says and curtsys and disinagrates away. I sit and cry. Tears of joy Nothing is more blissful then freedom Even more then a boy.

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC

the-poet-princess

The old lady in the mirror

I look in the mirror What do I see? Wrinkly woman Staring strait back at me Her eyes have bags She hasent slept in weeks Her hair all white White as snow Her eyes wide like a child's first hope She looks at me Puts her and on the mirror "Dadda?" She asks " no I'm not your father" "Dadda?" " I don't know where he is.." "Dadda?!" She starts to freak out " I'm not your father!" "Dadda!!" "I DONT KNOW WHERE HE IS! I DONT KNOW WHERE HE WENT! HE LEFT US OK! HE LEFT us.." She turns her head and looks at me "Why?" She asks I tell her" I don't know!" She points to the watch on her wrist "He only gives you those so you can count down the minuts to see him! It's not worth it! Every year it's longer and longer, and soon he will walk right out of your life!" "Dadda is suppost to come! I want to play!" I look at her, reach out and touch her hair "The only game our father plays is hide and go seek except we give up looking and waiting for him" "But I've been waiting since I was three!" " and now your eighty! Don't you see? Go get sleep or find some friends! You will find other love, it's just as good." "Don't lie to me!" She demands in a deep voice. Her eyes full of hate! "No don't do that! You don't deserve all that hate !" " nothing is as good as a fathers love! Not a date, a true boyfriend NOTHING!" "How do you know ? We have never had a fathers love!" " but you see it around you. Then you give up and try boy love." "Don't say that!" "You know it's true the only reason you date boys is to find some love for you! You seek attention and kisses and hugs! So you feel someone truly cares and loves! Your pathetic trying to wait! Pretending to love him every holiday ! " "SHUT UP SHUT UP!!" I say and punch the mirror "Why don't you make me! You pathetic slime You can't enjoy Christmas *** he's gone mine !" I stood up and stare her in the eyes. "No one owns me or tells me what to do!" "Oh I'm so scared!" "Yes yes you are ! Your scared of never being enough! Your scared that if your not pretty! You'll die and he won't give a **** Your scared that you will loose him! Your scared no one will care! Well guess what buddyriend and family that care !" "Why don't you sleep it off? And wait for him to care?" "IM DONE SLEEPING AND WAITING FOR HIM !" I reach in and grab her by the throught. "AND IM DONE LISTENING TO YOU!" I turn her neck till the mirror shatters The glass breaks my hand blead I sit and cry like nothing mattered I look at one of the pieces on the ground in front of me. It's a little girl only about age 3. "Thank you" she says and curtsys and disinagrates away. I sit and cry. Tears of joy Nothing is more blissful then freedom Even more then a boy.

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She was always counting her blessings. When starved for misbehaving: 'I was wrong. I should have listened to Mama. At least I took a full lunch in school today. If I sleep early I would not feel hungry.' When bullied for being the most quiet girl in class: 'Maybe I should talk more. Maybe I should look at people in the eyes when I do so. I was wrong. It's okay. At least they will leave me alone for now.' When scolded for not doing her housework well: 'I was wrong. I could have done better. I should not have taken a break. At least I still have Mama to yell at me. Anne has none.' When hit for playing the radio too loudly: 'Dadda was in a bad mood. I should never have turned it on. I was wrong. At least the radio is still around so I can secretly listen to it in my room.' When slapped for her grades dropping: 'I should have extended my studying hours from seven to nine hours a day. I was not good enough. I was wrong. At least I still have another three months till the next test.' **When ***** by drunk father:** 'I do not understand what happened. It was all just pain and darkness. Dadda said I am not allowed to tell anyone anything. But it's okay. At least he promised me more pocket money for school.'

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC

shiftingclouds

Too Young, Too Soon

She was always counting her blessings. When starved for misbehaving: 'I was wrong. I should have listened to Mama. At least I took a full lunch in school today. If I sleep early I would not feel hungry.' When bullied for being the most quiet girl in class: 'Maybe I should talk more. Maybe I should look at people in the eyes when I do so. I was wrong. It's okay. At least they will leave me alone for now.' When scolded for not doing her housework well: 'I was wrong. I could have done better. I should not have taken a break. At least I still have Mama to yell at me. Anne has none.' When hit for playing the radio too loudly: 'Dadda was in a bad mood. I should never have turned it on. I was wrong. At least the radio is still around so I can secretly listen to it in my room.' When slapped for her grades dropping: 'I should have extended my studying hours from seven to nine hours a day. I was not good enough. I was wrong. At least I still have another three months till the next test.' **When ***** by drunk father:** 'I do not understand what happened. It was all just pain and darkness. Dadda said I am not allowed to tell anyone anything. But it's okay. At least he promised me more pocket money for school.'

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I have one grandmother And one grandfather. Cousin Kate has two of each. When I was young she tried to teach My to call them Nana B And Dadda B respectively, But I guess that was too hard for me So I just call them Nana and B. Nana looks a lot like mom Except she's got more wrinkles on. And lipstick that's a perfect pink And dog treats underneath her sink And a silver hairbrush, Creams for foots, And on occasion she calls me ***** My B, he's from Pier-Dip-Pah-Too. His real name's John (My brother's too!) And B works on the radio And tells me things I didn't know About boats. And on the holidays He always serves glasses Of Seven-Sideways. In my family we have this tradition Called "the annual lake freeze competition". My aunts and uncles, they all guess Then me, of course, then all the rest Which day Lake Ontario Will freeze right over So we know Who. Gets. The Trophy. Nana, she records the dates And then with B she sits and waits Day in, day out They watch the lake For one fine day When no wave breaks the ice ...and someone wins The Trophy. (One year the lake never froze and there was NO WINNER. My dad is obsessed with Global Warming and no he always votes anti-freeze.) Now today's my day: January 21st And I'm so excited I could almost burst Cause I just know that phone That's ringing Is the call to inform me Of my winning. Gasp It's for me! Hand me the phone, Mother , Give it here. Why hello, Nana! (She says "hello, dear") Oh. I didn't win. Well that's okay. B says its a gamble this game we play. Turns out it froze yesterday And the trophy goes to Cousin Kate??!! Next year I think I'll vote anti-freeze And I'll throw big rocks right through the ice. Or maybe my brother, he'd suffice. It's just not fair! Kate's won it twice! But I did get to talk to Nana and B ...and that was nice.

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May 9, 2013

May 9, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC

amy-lockwood

The Annual Lake Freeze Competition

I have one grandmother And one grandfather. Cousin Kate has two of each. When I was young she tried to teach My to call them Nana B And Dadda B respectively, But I guess that was too hard for me So I just call them Nana and B. Nana looks a lot like mom Except she's got more wrinkles on. And lipstick that's a perfect pink And dog treats underneath her sink And a silver hairbrush, Creams for foots, And on occasion she calls me ***** My B, he's from Pier-Dip-Pah-Too. His real name's John (My brother's too!) And B works on the radio And tells me things I didn't know About boats. And on the holidays He always serves glasses Of Seven-Sideways. In my family we have this tradition Called "the annual lake freeze competition". My aunts and uncles, they all guess Then me, of course, then all the rest Which day Lake Ontario Will freeze right over So we know Who. Gets. The Trophy. Nana, she records the dates And then with B she sits and waits Day in, day out They watch the lake For one fine day When no wave breaks the ice ...and someone wins The Trophy. (One year the lake never froze and there was NO WINNER. My dad is obsessed with Global Warming and no he always votes anti-freeze.) Now today's my day: January 21st And I'm so excited I could almost burst Cause I just know that phone That's ringing Is the call to inform me Of my winning. Gasp It's for me! Hand me the phone, Mother , Give it here. Why hello, Nana! (She says "hello, dear") Oh. I didn't win. Well that's okay. B says its a gamble this game we play. Turns out it froze yesterday And the trophy goes to Cousin Kate??!! Next year I think I'll vote anti-freeze And I'll throw big rocks right through the ice. Or maybe my brother, he'd suffice. It's just not fair! Kate's won it twice! But I did get to talk to Nana and B ...and that was nice.

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Jack Kerouac made my momma hitch down the west coast from Seattle to Albaquerque in the 1970s but she never made it to Mexico Jack Kerouac made my dadda struggle through an English major only to dig ditches and deliver mail twenty years later Jack Kerouac made me who I am today a Dharma *** looking for any highway outta here to Frisco to New York City to subsist solely on coffee and searching for Nirvana and being forever unsatisfied with the name I was chained to at birth people ought to choose their own Jack Kerouac made who I am tomorrow completely impossible to discern but he filled me with blank paper and handed me a pen and Thoreau the great Transcendentalist made me write in the dark but Jack Kerouac made me transcend the ******** and write for nothing for Buddha for smoky haze for the turtle that walks with the world on its back I may now never stop looking for me in the streets of Denver to ask me where I would be without Jack Kerouac

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Mar 14, 2012

Mar 14, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC

alice-weaver

In Which I Blame Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac made my momma hitch down the west coast from Seattle to Albaquerque in the 1970s but she never made it to Mexico Jack Kerouac made my dadda struggle through an English major only to dig ditches and deliver mail twenty years later Jack Kerouac made me who I am today a Dharma *** looking for any highway outta here to Frisco to New York City to subsist solely on coffee and searching for Nirvana and being forever unsatisfied with the name I was chained to at birth people ought to choose their own Jack Kerouac made who I am tomorrow completely impossible to discern but he filled me with blank paper and handed me a pen and Thoreau the great Transcendentalist made me write in the dark but Jack Kerouac made me transcend the ******** and write for nothing for Buddha for smoky haze for the turtle that walks with the world on its back I may now never stop looking for me in the streets of Denver to ask me where I would be without Jack Kerouac

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little man, you have had such a big day. all those questions you ask, all that playing you do you did. a lot of growing and showing, nana how big your getting. kindy today, cheese ****** for lunch and baby cannonballs (black grapes). after that, we visited friends, walked to the rockpools snacked on apples and milk lots of hugging and laughing tickling and giggling. to smile so hard, must take lots of effort. no! then to eating, that big, yummy dinner of macaroni and cheese, must of worn you out. even after that, baby, bannana split you're not tired? oh! it is just your eyes that are getting sleepy now to leapad learning and choosing story books lots of things, ticked off your list now it's bathtime, my friend, splashing and bubbles, shampoo and rinse. then some time with humf and hoot. cuddles with dadda, kiss for nana, story and song, then, my big boy, bed is where you belong. all night long. mwah from mumma.

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC

betterdays

been a big day

little man, you have had such a big day. all those questions you ask, all that playing you do you did. a lot of growing and showing, nana how big your getting. kindy today, cheese ****** for lunch and baby cannonballs (black grapes). after that, we visited friends, walked to the rockpools snacked on apples and milk lots of hugging and laughing tickling and giggling. to smile so hard, must take lots of effort. no! then to eating, that big, yummy dinner of macaroni and cheese, must of worn you out. even after that, baby, bannana split you're not tired? oh! it is just your eyes that are getting sleepy now to leapad learning and choosing story books lots of things, ticked off your list now it's bathtime, my friend, splashing and bubbles, shampoo and rinse. then some time with humf and hoot. cuddles with dadda, kiss for nana, story and song, then, my big boy, bed is where you belong. all night long. mwah from mumma.

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CONEIDER HIGH" Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems trouble. No one knows he struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'. Coneider strong. Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the peak of the world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal to life. Optimistically humanitarian. Much more to life than Destitute, if there's any infrastructural, love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar. Human is made, none cultural. Who did it save? Transformation does not come without individuality. Power of love create solidarity. '4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on Cloudnine as I'm high. C9fm

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Jan 3, 2021

Jan 3, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC

cloudnine-fairmane-c-9-fm

CONEIDER HIGH

CONEIDER HIGH" Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems trouble. No one knows he struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'. Coneider strong. Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the peak of the world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal to life. Optimistically humanitarian. Much more to life than Destitute, if there's any infrastructural, love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar. Human is made, none cultural. Who did it save? Transformation does not come without individuality. Power of love create solidarity. '4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on Cloudnine as I'm high. C9fm

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A golden shaft of morning sun Threw lines of life to cirrus cloud A flight of teal on wings of steel Arrowed from nights flying shroud. The gems of dew on emerald grass Blazed crystal violet, hills of glass. A day is born, a time to live and laugh Feel young and happy, free as chaff Caste in the zephyr breeze. A tear of joy springs to my eye, A grin, as big as life, I fly across a meadow, leap a stream. I’m happy for you Sue and Pete, I celebrate with night’s retreat The dawning of your daughter’s day With all my soul I wish her well Sweet happiness in life’s foray. Bon voyage sweet Kathryn Uncle Dadda Hamilton New Zealand 1969

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Jan 8, 2010

Jan 8, 2010 at 8:45 AM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Kathryn's Dawn

A golden shaft of morning sun Threw lines of life to cirrus cloud A flight of teal on wings of steel Arrowed from nights flying shroud. The gems of dew on emerald grass Blazed crystal violet, hills of glass. A day is born, a time to live and laugh Feel young and happy, free as chaff Caste in the zephyr breeze. A tear of joy springs to my eye, A grin, as big as life, I fly across a meadow, leap a stream. I’m happy for you Sue and Pete, I celebrate with night’s retreat The dawning of your daughter’s day With all my soul I wish her well Sweet happiness in life’s foray. Bon voyage sweet Kathryn Uncle Dadda Hamilton New Zealand 1969

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Everybody want the spotlight Don’t show off just for the highlights Punk fool packing fire in a fist fight I am the flame that is no lie I am flashing like a drive by Playin games wit mortal life shyyyyt ain’t wise! Bella, never take my advice Now she Searching for a star in the twilight Searching for a star in the twilight Searching for a star in the twilight Searching for a star in the twilight! I’ll have you seeing stars trying to get your **** right! Now say what you want about me by any and all means But mess with the kids dreams I am unleashing spirit bombs and death beams! Every day I feel myself going Super sayian sage mode Kids before everything else that’s the way! I’ll die by the G code! Mind racing like a highway Thoughts and emotions On the same goal I got so much to lose and I know what’s in my control Take a chance like a free throw I gotta make the goal or they take another toll Another loss Another miss Never wanna hear em say Momma, Dadda never did this What parent wanna hear momma, Daddy never did **** Everybody want the spotlight Don’t show off for the highlights Punk fool packing fire in a fist fight I am the flame that is no lie I am flashing like a drive by Playin games wit mortal life shyyyyt ain’t wise! Bella, never take my advice Now she Searching for a star in the twilight Searching for a star in the twilight Searching for a star in the twilight Searching for a star in the twilight! I’ll have you seeing stars trying to get your **** right!

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Jan 16, 2022

Jan 16, 2022 at 1:29 PM UTC

born in 1998 12 months later walked my first steps my first word was Momma my second Dadda suddenly had a sibling in 2000 had a fantastic childhood so far played everyday at the playground at the end of our street made my first friendship there went to Elementary School at age 6 sat next to a boy named Jack learned the ABC and counting to 1000 still had a fantastic childhood changed to Middle School in 2008 had my first crush on a boy who was in love with my best friend cried my eyes out at that point of time experienced the last days of being a child until puberty knocked on my door had some deep crisis with pimples and oily hair in 2012 High School waited for me followed by many ups and downs got my license after celebrating my sweet 16 dated my first boyfriend went to homecoming and prom broke up with him 'cuz he cheated sewed the shattered pieces of my heart together and got over him but still had a fantastic youth at the end I finally graduated from High School didn't know what to do now with my life rented my own apartment thinking if I should go to college earned some money trough working at "Joe's coffee bar" as I met him I fell into the deep of his blue ocean eyes I've never recognized those familiar eyes I forgot since I saw him last time 10 years ago 1 year later we got engaged and so I married the boy i sat next to when I was 6

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC

whatjuliethinks

where all begins

born in 1998 12 months later walked my first steps my first word was Momma my second Dadda suddenly had a sibling in 2000 had a fantastic childhood so far played everyday at the playground at the end of our street made my first friendship there went to Elementary School at age 6 sat next to a boy named Jack learned the ABC and counting to 1000 still had a fantastic childhood changed to Middle School in 2008 had my first crush on a boy who was in love with my best friend cried my eyes out at that point of time experienced the last days of being a child until puberty knocked on my door had some deep crisis with pimples and oily hair in 2012 High School waited for me followed by many ups and downs got my license after celebrating my sweet 16 dated my first boyfriend went to homecoming and prom broke up with him 'cuz he cheated sewed the shattered pieces of my heart together and got over him but still had a fantastic youth at the end I finally graduated from High School didn't know what to do now with my life rented my own apartment thinking if I should go to college earned some money trough working at "Joe's coffee bar" as I met him I fell into the deep of his blue ocean eyes I've never recognized those familiar eyes I forgot since I saw him last time 10 years ago 1 year later we got engaged and so I married the boy i sat next to when I was 6

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Dadda There's something I need to say Dadda There's something on my mind I'm watching stars come crashing down As the moon screams in delight the wind whispers my name Saying, "Everything will be alright." I can't see your eyes and I'm tasting mud But pools of static are haunting mine. I wish to hold on to something strong but the arm that I'm grasping is unlatching now... Dadda I'm telling the jury the puppet is dancing Dadda I've had your shoes, I put them on for size Though I never saw the gun by your bedside, Now I can feel your breath fading I'll go crawling down Looking for a dead body He can't hear me scream his name the jury's decided no more playing Deathrow for the man with a tender embrace Dadda... Dadda... Dadda...

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC

Skyler_M

Dadda

Dadda There's something I need to say Dadda There's something on my mind I'm watching stars come crashing down As the moon screams in delight the wind whispers my name Saying, "Everything will be alright." I can't see your eyes and I'm tasting mud But pools of static are haunting mine. I wish to hold on to something strong but the arm that I'm grasping is unlatching now... Dadda I'm telling the jury the puppet is dancing Dadda I've had your shoes, I put them on for size Though I never saw the gun by your bedside, Now I can feel your breath fading I'll go crawling down Looking for a dead body He can't hear me scream his name the jury's decided no more playing Deathrow for the man with a tender embrace Dadda... Dadda... Dadda...

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