"daugher" poems - Hello Poetry

I wake up on a yoga mat In what is now just My empty room. All the clutter That made this house lived in. Tucked in the three old Sock and underwear drawers That used to be: Hers. The family photographs half the nerdy posters books, Magic the Gathering cards, Burgled by some addict named time. I look out at what I now call "The guest bedroom". The only evidence of her An empty dresser covered in Princess stickers. At work Customers ask: How are you doing? "I'm awesome! how are you?" How are you doing? "I'm wonderful! what brings you to freeport?" How are you doing? "I'm fantastic, peak or dark roast?" How's your daughter? "Step-daughter." That's all I'm allowed to tell you My boss said I'm scaring off customers By over-sharing So he wrote me a script. I would love to tell you I don't know how she's doing And it's killing me. Her mother left me, We were both fifteen at the time so My mother, Rightfully cautious of her overly passionate puppylove eyed son Didn't let me adopt So I don't get to see her anymore. Her mother was a fire who never drank enough rain And that little girl Will burn without my clouds. I am playground math lessons In space of mindless television I am baking a cake together Instead of "You won't eat till you listen". I am the voice behind every barbie doll And dinosuar that ever fell in love. when you ask me how she's doing All I can think about is how I earned that first "I love you, dada." How I made her laugh more times than her Mother made her Cry. How I tucked her in at night and she made me read her "Oh The Places You'll Go", Over and Over and Over. Screaming when I said she'd go On through the hakken kraks howl, and Giggling when I said she'd move Mountains. I raised her for three years. But because I walked in on my daughter Locked in "The guest bedroom" banging on the Oak door Screaming "DA DAAAA!" While her mother forgets about us On the other side of a keyhole. I have to waste at this register Handing you a precious cup of coffee every precious cup of coffee another abuse I can't protect her from. "How is your daughter?" "Step Daugher" "How are you doing?" "I'm awesome." "How is your daugher?" "Step daughter." "how are you doing? Step daughter" "Tell me how you're doing, Step Daughter." "Please, Tell me you're safe." "Tell me you're safe." "Tell me you're safe."

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC

GeekElement

A day in the life (Cut.)

I wake up on a yoga mat In what is now just My empty room. All the clutter That made this house lived in. Tucked in the three old Sock and underwear drawers That used to be: Hers. The family photographs half the nerdy posters books, Magic the Gathering cards, Burgled by some addict named time. I look out at what I now call "The guest bedroom". The only evidence of her An empty dresser covered in Princess stickers. At work Customers ask: How are you doing? "I'm awesome! how are you?" How are you doing? "I'm wonderful! what brings you to freeport?" How are you doing? "I'm fantastic, peak or dark roast?" How's your daughter? "Step-daughter." That's all I'm allowed to tell you My boss said I'm scaring off customers By over-sharing So he wrote me a script. I would love to tell you I don't know how she's doing And it's killing me. Her mother left me, We were both fifteen at the time so My mother, Rightfully cautious of her overly passionate puppylove eyed son Didn't let me adopt So I don't get to see her anymore. Her mother was a fire who never drank enough rain And that little girl Will burn without my clouds. I am playground math lessons In space of mindless television I am baking a cake together Instead of "You won't eat till you listen". I am the voice behind every barbie doll And dinosuar that ever fell in love. when you ask me how she's doing All I can think about is how I earned that first "I love you, dada." How I made her laugh more times than her Mother made her Cry. How I tucked her in at night and she made me read her "Oh The Places You'll Go", Over and Over and Over. Screaming when I said she'd go On through the hakken kraks howl, and Giggling when I said she'd move Mountains. I raised her for three years. But because I walked in on my daughter Locked in "The guest bedroom" banging on the Oak door Screaming "DA DAAAA!" While her mother forgets about us On the other side of a keyhole. I have to waste at this register Handing you a precious cup of coffee every precious cup of coffee another abuse I can't protect her from. "How is your daughter?" "Step Daugher" "How are you doing?" "I'm awesome." "How is your daugher?" "Step daughter." "how are you doing? Step daughter" "Tell me how you're doing, Step Daughter." "Please, Tell me you're safe." "Tell me you're safe." "Tell me you're safe."

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He woke up in the morning as usual He hated tying up stuff He went for breakfast that he never did unusual He ate some bread and cheese stuffed! His daughter came running to him Hey dad ,"wazzup" she called She wanted him to tie her hair As mom was at the mall He tied' her hair any how To escape from the hatred , She got up and realised he had to tie' his shoes And after that she came again for her soes to be tied.. He did it all.... For what could he do he did it all along... As he walked out of the house the lock was a lace He had to tie it for the door to open in pace Odd he felt but in a rush he was He did it any how and walked up to his car He saw a tied knot on the car and the grass beneath was tied...... He started going mad after all and just kept on opening all the ties...... His hands were soaked in blood as he was tearing the ties not opening them...... He pulled the laces and red liquid came frm them all... From the car from the soil from the concrete road... Eveything that came in his way he pulled all the ties apart. A loud thud on the street , he was hit by a car.. .. His eyes were closing. He opened his eyes... Heavy breathing, He was zonked and all was a dream, He saw his hand they were red.... all around was red There was lots of hair on the ground His daugher ,bald on the floor Her head covered in red..

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC

sajid

Tied

He woke up in the morning as usual He hated tying up stuff He went for breakfast that he never did unusual He ate some bread and cheese stuffed! His daughter came running to him Hey dad ,"wazzup" she called She wanted him to tie her hair As mom was at the mall He tied' her hair any how To escape from the hatred , She got up and realised he had to tie' his shoes And after that she came again for her soes to be tied.. He did it all.... For what could he do he did it all along... As he walked out of the house the lock was a lace He had to tie it for the door to open in pace Odd he felt but in a rush he was He did it any how and walked up to his car He saw a tied knot on the car and the grass beneath was tied...... He started going mad after all and just kept on opening all the ties...... His hands were soaked in blood as he was tearing the ties not opening them...... He pulled the laces and red liquid came frm them all... From the car from the soil from the concrete road... Eveything that came in his way he pulled all the ties apart. A loud thud on the street , he was hit by a car.. .. His eyes were closing. He opened his eyes... Heavy breathing, He was zonked and all was a dream, He saw his hand they were red.... all around was red There was lots of hair on the ground His daugher ,bald on the floor Her head covered in red..

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Death has taken another A little girl with a heart so big And a smile so bright She was once part of one But now she is many He added her to his collection He has taken before but this one is special He has taken his own daugher for his collection It started with a smile But ended up with a sin

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Apr 3, 2012

Apr 3, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC

skylar-j-bowers

Death Has Taken Another

Death has taken another A little girl with a heart so big And a smile so bright She was once part of one But now she is many He added her to his collection He has taken before but this one is special He has taken his own daugher for his collection It started with a smile But ended up with a sin

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On Sunday mornings,she would clap her hands and call on Jesus in Holy joy in church.But selfishness fueld her spirit,this nubile looking princess,who denied within lust.Yet allowed the daugher of her youth to ride waves of fleshly passion in the bedroom and moan loudly next door.Soon,the call to Jesus within her grew faint and she rose up from prayerful knees ,went out into the world again.Casting aside the Savior for white wine and reggae music.And eat the stale apple pie of indifference with a side order of meat and potatoes of sin.

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Apr 1, 2013

Apr 1, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC

victor-tripp

Goodbye Vi By Victor Tripp OfPhilly

On Sunday mornings,she would clap her hands and call on Jesus in Holy joy in church.But selfishness fueld her spirit,this nubile looking princess,who denied within lust.Yet allowed the daugher of her youth to ride waves of fleshly passion in the bedroom and moan loudly next door.Soon,the call to Jesus within her grew faint and she rose up from prayerful knees ,went out into the world again.Casting aside the Savior for white wine and reggae music.And eat the stale apple pie of indifference with a side order of meat and potatoes of sin.

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I had a dream I killed you. Threw knives at your fat chest, held you under the bath water when you were a baby. Pinched your nose and covered your mouth with a pillow, gave you a razor and made you do it yourself. I woke up cold and strangely calm. I woke up tired of both of us. And under the yellowed, motheaten blankets, I realized: it was what we’d both always wanted.

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC

clementzobel

Mother Daugher Ballad

I had a dream I killed you. Threw knives at your fat chest, held you under the bath water when you were a baby. Pinched your nose and covered your mouth with a pillow, gave you a razor and made you do it yourself. I woke up cold and strangely calm. I woke up tired of both of us. And under the yellowed, motheaten blankets, I realized: it was what we’d both always wanted.

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you use one cigarette lighter with the remaining gas, and you press the "on switch", and use the other cigarette lighter's flint, scratch it... scratch it good... wow... blue light... i'm halfway across siberia asking about rasputin's grand or great grand-daugher.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

when you're really desperate (2 cigarette lighters 1 cigarette)

you use one cigarette lighter with the remaining gas, and you press the "on switch", and use the other cigarette lighter's flint, scratch it... scratch it good... wow... blue light... i'm halfway across siberia asking about rasputin's grand or great grand-daugher.

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I feel so blessed That I knew you Always there for everyone Your spirit is strong Able to overcome life's obstacles And still manage to brighten someone's day I know that your life wasn't easy But your heart was overflowing with understanding With love and kindness You will never know How much you will be missed And I know that God is taking care of you now You've brought so much love into my life And taught me so much I will strive to be half the woman you were And await the day I will be with you Again in heaven.....

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC

poetlefemme

With Love From Your Daugher

I feel so blessed That I knew you Always there for everyone Your spirit is strong Able to overcome life's obstacles And still manage to brighten someone's day I know that your life wasn't easy But your heart was overflowing with understanding With love and kindness You will never know How much you will be missed And I know that God is taking care of you now You've brought so much love into my life And taught me so much I will strive to be half the woman you were And await the day I will be with you Again in heaven.....

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Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust. Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, ***** Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth. I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip. Hop scotch?

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC

leroy-williams

Getting Bored?

Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust. Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, ***** Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth. I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip. Hop scotch?

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