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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 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 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 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
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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 Jess Opperman |
Categories: death, faith, father daughter, for her, loss, love, wife,

for her

last thoughts that i will have
shall ever be of you
anticipating what will come
when all of this is through

last words that leave these lips
shall be your lovely name
i’ll cry it out with passion for
as long as breath remains

last words that i shall hear
will come from our own child
it’s alright dad,  just go to her
i’ll see you in awhile

last breath that i shall take
will follow with a kiss
the one from you, the other from
the daughter whom i’ll miss

last days you spent with me
i’ll treasure for all time
just know that i’m at rest, li’l girl
your mom and i are fine

Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: angst, cancer, care, change, children, cry, dad, daughter, death, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, hurt, life, loss, love, parents, poems, sad, sister, song, sorrow, truth,

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where a few minutes from home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it back in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew then our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters laid down beside him
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed that day
 
 

Poem Details | by Grace Faolian |
Categories: abuse, age, angel, anger, angst, betrayal, childhood, dad, daughter, depression, father daughter, grief, hate, loneliness, lonely, murder, poverty, teen, teenage, women,

Angels

I live where angels fear to walk
Don’t ask questions, no one’s gonna talk
Another kid’s innocence is being take
Their thirst for blood will never slacken
Love is something only found in a fairytale
But those don’t comfort, when home is spelled H E L L
Left alone for days on end
Nothing else to do but play pretend
Trying to get lost in a dream
But when that doesn’t help, all you can do is scream
I’ve called the devil by his first name
His eyes are cold, mine are the same
I live where angels fear to tread
By the time you find me, I’ll probably be dead

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, father daughter, mother daughter,

Heaven kissed me

this night
i sit immersed 
in my thoughts

harrowed 
and alone

the moon rises
full-bellied
across the sky

the stars glisten
then tuck themselves in
darkened clouds

i recall
hands that tucked me in
beneath covers
that seemed to shield
my childhood fears

i was afraid of the dark
and death alike
but sought comfort
in your arms

no longer afraid
of dark or death
as i became to realize
both are real
and there is 
no escape

i feel the wind
brush against me
as the sky
lets out a tear
and it mingles
with my own
upon my cheek

i look towards the sky
see your hands
as they blow kisses
from heaven
towards me
and i find comfort
one more time


Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: child, daughter, father daughter, grief, imagery, river, solitude,

River Wild

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She rages! Child of Rain and Stone...
  
Stone, easing not the falls she takes,
takes leave, that he might weep alone.

Alone, he grieves until she wakes.

Wakes held to mourn what Rain he'd known,
known too, will push the River so,

so, tiring of the moss he's grown,
grown wild, she'll rise and let him go....


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=RIVER=

Lycia Harding
POEMS THAT DID NOT PLACE AND MORE Contest
09/05/2015

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: angst, child, childhood, dad, daughter, depression, family, father, father daughter, freedom, girl, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, home, life, memory, mom, mother, pain, people, sad, sorrow, stress,

Children of Divorce

When parents divorce, children are damaged for life: but some are relieved.

Poem Details | by Balveen Cheema |
Categories: absence, bereavement, death, father daughter, fruit, garden, introspection,

Outside My Window

Outside My Window

I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother 
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.

FOURTH
Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith



Poem Details | by Mary Waldeck |
Categories: bereavement, family, father, father daughter, missing, parents, water,

Thoughts of Dad

I was sitting on the dock feeling melancholy today;
And thought of my Dad and what he would say.
If he were sitting on the bench beside me again;
Like the old days we had, I would hug him, and then.
I would ask him about what really matters in life;
all the work, all the stress, the trouble and strife?
He would say, "In the end it doesn't matter what you bought;
the toys, the money, or the real estate you sought.
What matters the most is the love you hold dear;
your family, your friends, and those that are near.

Poem Details | by Christopher Dolan |
Categories: daughter, death, family, father daughter, children, kids,

Dearest Child

Save a rose for your mother, dearest child
of mine; save one for me when I too die.
Know not a day can possibly go by
Without a thought of her: sweet and unbridled.
She’s forever free now, dearest child
of mine; you will be free when I too die.

Think on our love, ‘tis thine, from she and I,
Who bore your life for you, our dearest child.
You are the hope of your parents’ short lives;
You no longer need us, so: achieve, achieve!
Stand for yourself, live with your own two feet,
Explore, travel, learn, be someone who thrives,
Find the joy of life, it'll always be there, so: believe, believe!

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: business, child, confusion, courage, dark, depression, education, faith, farewell, father daughter, fear, freedom, goodbye, grief, hate, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, mom, mother, on work and working, pain, people, philosophy, political, religion, sad, school, social, sorrow, time, travel, write,

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

Poem Details | by gail gilbride bohle |
Categories: absence, dad, death, emotions, father, father daughter, loss,

Eleven

     



       
Eleven 

Sad heart breaks in two.
A walk with pain, sorrow, death,
unbearable pain.
Daddy snatched away from her.
Scared, defenceless, eleven.

Poem Details | by JoanMarie Peranteau |
Categories: child, death, father daughter, funeral, grave, grief, loss,

Nayla's Pain

sun shines bleak, cold winds whip
death's sting floods her tender eyes
daddy is laid to rest

Poem Details | by Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories: body, dad, death, father daughter, grief, moon, suicide,

Speak No Evil Ten Word Challenge

Exuberant emotions abound as I pack siutcases...
Suddenly, the sonorous of my phone and doorbell sings.
Posh police stand outside with opulent badges. 
Father? Suicide? I disengage into a desultory demise.
Tears truck down my cracked city cheeks.
Halcyon hallucinations haunt my deplorable grief.
Some cloaked in cynical attitude give me no sympathy. 
My creeping crepuscular shadows lust to become dust.
I'm jealous of moon, for I feel in a penumbra prison.
Stalemate soul with visceral venom I cry for Father!

January 31st 2016

Poem Details | by Fatima Hasan Zaidi |
Categories: absence, cry, dad, daughter, death, father, father daughter,

Divine Love

Though we see Him 
Or see Him not
He remains with us
With his divine incense. 

Poem Details | by Franco Gonza |
Categories: bereavement, father daughter,

Her Chair



hush now my daughter
let lamplights crown your damp hair
waiting for beaded prayers
to bathe teary sky 
empty Mom's chair rocks no more…
heaven sails with her pearled lips
 


Choka Me, Dr. Ram Mehta

Poem Details | by lucy needham |
Categories: dad, death, father daughter, fathers day,

Nearly Fathers Day

Fathers day stuff everywhere, makes me think of you,
The only man i ever known, who's words were purely true,
You are my one true hero, my king, my everything,
and when i close my eyes, you're here, and i can hear you sing.

I know that you are safe now, way up in the sky,
and though i cannot see you, i know you're with me when i cry,
and when it all just gets to much, when i want to shout,
i remember what you told me, and then i write it out.

I hope that you will know, that i only write for you,
i promised i would never stop, until my world is through,
so i will dedicate, every single thing i write,
i will write it in your name, in dedication to your life.

Poem Details | by Tanis Troutman |
Categories: bereavement, dad, death, emotions, father daughter, feelings, grief,

So Horribly Sad

Sifting Through Loss

My dad left this world, 
And it kept all his possessions

I'm forced to go through all his belongings
Every box is heartbreaking
The memories are so close

I'm the only child of an only child
My dads life in boxes, I can't believe
I wasn't ready for him to leave
All I can do is stare a the boxes piled

His shoes, his drawings
Everything's here except him
It's so personal
I feel like I'm bleeding tears
I feel so horribly sad

August 31, 2016
Contest: Challenge - Write One

Poem Details | by Faith Elizabeth Brigham |
Categories: death, drink, father, father daughter, mother, mother daughter,

Why Daddy Misbehaved

I went down to the graveyard 
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.

Momma used to hollar, 
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar, 
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.

Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live, 
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live, 
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs." 



Poem Details | by Archontoula Alexandropoulou |
Categories: death, dream, father daughter, romantic,

In the Faraway

After that day
I hear about you
exclusively
in breaking dreams

they are like breaking news
for people
meant to be heard
only by me.
In Breaking Dreams
I hear you're living
in a stone tower
by the sea,

Alone, with nothing
lonely without us
yet in your world
lost and serene.

Cold in some cases
sad in others
the dreams support me
or get me drained.

In Breaking Dreams
you're reaching for me
After that day
you died on me.




A "romantic' (I think) poem by pyrgia
for Giorgio Veneto's contest "In the Faraway"