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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: angst, death, father son,

Submerged in Shallow Streams

Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops fall to the 
rhythm of each somber sigh.

Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.

Eight years on and I wonder, 
if we will stay here forever.

Simple Musing
Silent One
18 November 2018


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind

Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: cheer up, children, death, father,

BLACKBIRD

My father was a musician, with a beautiful tenor voice. As we seven siblings witnessed his coffin being lowered into that cold earth, a blackbird sang his heart out on the church steeple.

his pure spirit rose
    on the softest summer breeze
          blackbird into thee

 We all then sang When The Saints Go Marching In, a favourite of his, as our last farewell. Doing so filled us with the same joy so obvious in the birdsong above us.

notes so crystal clear
      were carried sweetly over
         the freshly dug grave


21/09/2017




Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: death, father daughter, heartbreak,

HAUNTED

I will never ever forget that haunted look in her huge blue eyes She was only four years old ... an innocent child who witnessed her beloved daddy fall to the floor and die After the trauma of his death she never spoke another word Written for Haunted Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin Sadly this a true story of a little girl called Jacqueline who attended the pre-school I worked in, even after all these years I have never forgotten the haunted look in her eyes. 9/26/19

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,

blood transfusion


Poem Details | by rola safi-henson |
Categories: death, emotions, farewell, father daughter, moving on, sympathy,

Letting go

As I lye awake and think of you
my heart always feels so blue.

I try my best to move on, but it's hard to do 
since you've been gone.

Thou my heart feels like it's bleeding, I can't 
stop how I'm feeling.

People say time will heal the pain but, at times
I feel I'm going insane.

I pray to god everyday, he makes my 
pain go away.

I will always love you with all my heart, and know 
that one day the healing will start.

But, until that day comes around I will never forget
when we laid you in the ground.

So, please God help me understand why daddy let go of my hand.

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: childhood, father, hope, life, love, social, sympathy, god, god, joy, me,

The Godfather

I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.

I cannot alter what God has planned, 
nor stop sun to shine, 
nor stop the rain he’s cast.

So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.

Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.

But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!” 
You left me with his everlasting glory.

As time passes, I realize the greatness of 
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: blue, childhood, dad, father son, grief, identity, innocence,

The Man of the House

You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like,
to have you teach me, eye to eye.
You left without saying goodbye.
Now who will show me how to ride a bike
or chide me when I tell a lie?
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like.



NOTE: Fictional.

Yet again, another old poem, but have some newer ones in the back-burner. There are so many things to write about, if only one is in the mood and state of mind to organize those thoughts into something tangible and readable.

Poem Details | by Seosamh De Burca |
Categories: death, father, grief, loss, mother, rain, daffodils,

Whisper's

                                      WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.


Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: death, father, loss, sad

The Grand Staircase

Kept calling to him As he climbed the grand staircase Never knew he'd died I climbed but could never reach him Papa turned, smiled, waved good bye ~*~
BY: Annalise Brigham FOR: Michael's "Tanka Me A Dream" Contest

Poem Details | by emily humphreys |
Categories: death, depression, father, sad,

Alcoholic's Suicide

He sits there with a beer in his hand…
With residue from his last line on his nose.
No lights on in the house,
Because he’s always home alone.

To drunk to get up he urinates on himself.
But he can still get another beer.
He sits down and starts to cry.
He wonders why his family isn’t here.

He’s hung up on the past.
Things that could have been…
But right now he sits alone,
And he’s slowly dying.

He doesn’t even care about his daughter.
Who tries to stop him from drinking.
She cries and begs him to stop.
She sees him slowly sinking.

Soon he’ll lose his family…
Or more likely he’ll die.
It’s truly difficult to watch…
My daddy kill himself one beer at a time.

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: visionaryfather, father, me,

Dream of Death

I dreamt my father came to me
From beyond the grave words spoken
He held my hand and said to me
Your life cycle has broken

Mom sent me here to fetch you
And take you home to heaven
I rejoiced and hugged my Dad
Eager to see my late folks and husband

But before I could get dressed to leave
My father had departed
Does he still wait to take me home?
Answer, Dad, I'm broken hearted

To join all my loved ones in the afterlife
Brings great joy to me, no fear
So I will sleep lightly again tonight
In hopes Dad will reappear


*Entry for the "Dream Land" contest.   (Based on a real dream.)

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: boyfriend, dark, daughter, death, father daughter, girl, murder,

I Can't Stop The Bleeding

My daughter is dying and as I'm praying, I'm pleading.
She has been stabbed and I can't stop the bleeding.
An ambulance is on its way but it may not arrive in time.
My daughter wouldn't put out so her boyfriend committed this crime.
If you're wondering how many other people he'll stab, the answer is none.
I'm so enraged that I blew his sorry head off with my sawed off shotgun.
My daughter just died and tears are rolling down my face.
She died for being a respectable girl and it's a disgrace.

(This is a fictional poem)

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: death, father, life, lost love, sad,

Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.

Poem Details | by Jessica Zorn |
Categories: dad, death, family, father,

3288 days

Today I will sit and cry
For all the days that have gone by 
 All the lectures that have gone unheard 
 And all the lessons that are not learned
  3288 days since you had to leave this place 
 countless tears that have ran down my face 
    Some days are good and some are bad 
All I know is I miss you dad
So today I'm going to sit and cry 
Because today is the day that you died 
              5/21/07

Poem Details | by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, death, family, father, life, loss, love, thank you,

The Day Dad Planned His Funeral

They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.

I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.

You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.

How do you plan your funeral? 
Were you as scared as I? 
What were your thoughts heading to the docs? 
Did you know that you would die? 

If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say, 
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! ' 


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: death, deep, father daughter, feelings,

- The Death On Hold -

Take death back
The doctor's objective
review
Argues and
life skills

Take death back
Death involves a loss
Essential treatment,
whatever price?
The ballad of life

Take death back
One last act
on one's existence
overwhelming
The vulnerable situation
always an uncertainty

Take death back
Life's rowing boat, without oars
Free entrance
Not today, not tomorrow
not this month
Life ...
- with death on hold

Take death back
I'm not ready
to say goodbye
... dad

The doctor's last answer :
... "Sorry 
     ... there's no more we can do"






03/12/2019
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Poem Details | by Xavier Keough |
Categories: death, family, father, introspection,

Illegal

I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s kitchen
fed to death’s desiccate dawn
I swallowed shards of sunshine
pride's perilous knives
for one chance to be an American
to provide for my family’s illegal lives
My eyes staggered with exhaustion
my ruptured lips too foreign to cry
I kissed a picture of my children
the withering smile of my loving wife
wondering if anyone would tell them
I died drinking liberty's light

Poem Details | by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories: cry, dad, death, eulogy, father, father son, memory,

To My Father

Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead

They were truly happy  at each moment  I saw them, 
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept

The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is  born with a cry
Cry, cry for appearing and cry for goodbye

Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight, 
Left a father  be felt by heart, even without sunlight

Poem Details | by MICHAEL MALONE |
Categories: confusion, death, faith, father, forgiveness, life, loss, love, body,

life in america

 HAD HER REALLY FEELING LIKE THAT SHE COULDN'T GO TO SCHOOL   
in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude

Poem Details | by Lori Freund |
Categories: death, father daughter,

If you were here

If you were here,
This is what I would do.
Hold you very near,knowing you would like to.

If you were here
This is what I would say,
I would whisper in your ear.

I love you every day
If you were here
This is how I would feel
My eyes will fill of tears
I know is can not bev real.

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, father, love, mother, parents, parents,

Cousins in love

(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)

It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.

The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.

Poem Details | by Danielle White |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, father

Last Night I Dreamt I Saw You

Last night I dreamt I saw you standing
in a field of blue wild flowers,
it's been decades since I've seen you,
but it only felt like hours.

You were smiling at me,
that crooked smile I love,
I tried to move toward you, but
my feet were stuck in mud.

I was rooted to the spot,
on the border of that field
and, though I longed to reach you,
the earth refused to yield.

Frustrated and panicking I
looked down at my feet,
and then you were gone and...
I guess I was asleep.

Poem Details | by Phyllis Babcock |
Categories: death, father, loss, mother, beautiful, beautiful,

A Weathered Tree

Two beautiful trees on a hill that died
Two beautiful trees for whom I cried
They weathered the seasons through the years
They stood the test of time
And weathered all the storms just fine
When our life is none
And our time on earth is done
When we have stood the test of time
Like the trees we weathered just fine.




For Sandra on the loss of her parents