This home is not a home without you...
It is silent without you...
Walls are quiet without you...
Air is still without you...
Plants are hard without you...
Mum is alone without you...
She is incomplete without you...
I am careless without you...
Bro is tensed without you...
When you will be back?
We three miss you a lot...
Our life is not a life,
It's just a PAIN... WITHOUT YOU!
Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
My father had this car, not very expensive but very fast. It was old, it was squared, it was blue… a Grand Marquis it was. My dad used to wash it whether it rain, snow or shine. It was right on the garage, I remember, not too close, not too far; it was nice and clean, it was his most special thing. It was old; it was a blue squared Grand Marquis. He loved to drive it, he loved to race it, and everybody in the family embraced it. A day came by, the Grand Marquis he let me drive. At first, I was nervous, I was stressed, I was pretty upset; at last, I was excited, I was thrilled… I was fascinated. This was my first time I drove a car, and even it was my first driving experience, it wasn´t so hard. I loved it, I raced it, just as my dad used to train me. Suddenly, technology came by my door and a portable telephone was installed on the floor. It was the first “not home phone” that I saw, It was the first portable phone in my home. It felt strange, it felt kind weird, it felt as if the world was getting newer and newer, and I was getting older and older, it felt as if the world was spinning and spinning and I was steady and steady; it felt so strange that when I realized, it had went out of range. My father used to race, he loved speed, he loved adrenaline, and of course… he loved me. My mother got scared when he drove the Marquis, she used to scream, shout, yell and cry, she used to dislike it and get out of it, she used to get cranky and sometimes angry. Then, another new artifact came by. What? A trailer horn? Yes indeed, a trailer horn was put in place. There it was, this shiny brass, there it was, this noisy trash. We used to have fun with it, I remember, I remember; we used to laugh scaring people, Oh medieval boys we were! So there it was, this lovely car, shinny, brilliant and old. It was lovely, it was squared, a blue Grand Marquis it was. I would remember it forever, I would never forget it, I would save all the memories and I would smile when the memory come by. With or without the artifacts… we would miss it, we would miss it.
She lost her dad when she was only one.Now she's fourteen and feeling alone.
Feeling depressed not knowing who he was,asking questions what did he do,where was he from,how did he act ?
As she set there with all the questions going through her mind.Wondering was he like me ,was he a good dad?she just feels so mad.
Not knowing what he was like,making her heart ack each night.losing her dad so young,it isn't fun.
She has a step dad who has raised her since she was one ,who she loves with all her heart,but its not the same.All she has is a picture of him in a frame.
As she sits there wishing he was here
so she could say hi for the first time ,but she knows that wont happen so sad looking at his grave wondering why God had to take him away..,,,
Well at least he's in a better place way up in heaven space where angels fly and nobody cries.......but I'll always have questions flowing through my mind,,,,,,
What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think?
I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½ I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister’s homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what’s going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there’s nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There’s a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn’t now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don’t take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them.
Fantastic, Fun loving
Ready for Recreation
My only wish
My only wish right now
Is to step out of my comfort zone
Shine brighter than the moonlight
My only wish
My only wish right now
Is to put a smile on his face
Smile like he just had he's first taste of ice cream
My only wish
My only wish right now
Is to make him proud
Proud like an Eagle streching its wings
My biggest wish
My biggest wish right now
Is that when hes time has passed
He will know he has done his part
Seven months is all i have
To work hard
Like architectural ants building an ant hill
Yes I will
I will make him a proud father indeed
To a point where his manhood surrenders to his emotions
Tears streaming down his face at great magnitude like the victoria falls
I shall wish upon a star
Hoping that my biggest wish
I love you mom and dad
I Love what you do for me
I love that you adopted me and took me in
I love Playing with your hair
I love your personality
Mama I love you so much you mean a lot to me
I love that you took me in as a daughter
I love joking around with you
I love your personality
I love you so much daddy you mean alot
This subject is very very sad,
This is a poem about my dad,
My dad is the greatest most laid back man,
And he means the world to me,
He's the man that has been here since day one,
Even when I'm sad he can make me happy,
Ever since we found out he has cancer,
It's been just non stop questions and no answers,
To me this just isn't fair,
I mean how does he only have a year,
I don't know what I'm going to do when it comes the day,
Where he has to leave and he cant stay,
That will be the day my heart officially breaks,
But this time it wont heal,
There will always be a hole that can never be filled,
I know I'm grown,
But i still need my daddy,
Because no matter what I'm still a big baby,
I'm not ready to go to my parents,
And there be nothing there but his presence,
I'm kind of worried about my mom she's going to be alone,
After that her heart is really going to go cold,
I'm going to try to comfort her the best i can,
But I'm going to have to be extra strong,
Because i don't know how I'm going to react,
Its not going to be very nice,
Because i know I'm going to want to also die,
How am i supposed to live my life,
How am i supposed to raise my child,
I want my dad to be a part of it,
But of course we are to busy worrying about this,
I love you daddy,
Your going to make it I know this...
My dad passed a couple months later... This is for u daddy... we love you
The Hardest Thing I Will Ever Say
by Willie J. Rathbone
I haven't always been there
to teach you to do good
or given you my wisdom
the way a father should
so before this escalates
to where you're feeling hate
please listen for a moment
to what I have to say
in the past I've made mistakes
I'm in jail for what I've done
so when your mother says, I went away
you'll know the truth my son
I've spent my whole life lying
and hustlin' was my work
right now there's no denying
all the people that I've hurt
to save you from the same
you really must believe
the hardest thing I will ever say
is don't ever be like me
You have guided me right from the start
So when I tell you that I love you I mean it with all my heart
Your love and support along the way
Is what has made who I am today
You are a loving father in more ways than one
And I'm so proud to be called your son
We have a father , Son bond that can't be broken
And to me this is a huge token
You give so much and ask for nothing in return
And that is what I have grown up to learn
If everyone had a chance to have a father like you
The world would be so much better because of you
I Love you DaD
You are my life, you are my way
You are the one, who knows my flaws
My shadow follows you everywhere and you are my living guardian,
And well wisher, who thinks about my future.
You are the one who encourages me, even if I hurt you much deeper.
I try my best to make you happy, but sometimes do things by which you get angry.
But still you build hope in me to become better,
Because you are my always wonderful father…
Follow your steps is what I do , as there is no one as special as you.
Daddy I love you,
And this is really hard,
Having to go on with life playing this part,
Having to live my life like there ain't a hole in my heart,
Now that your gone,
I don’t even feel like going on,
You were the greatest person in the world,
And I'm proud to be your baby girl,
I just thought you would be here forever,
But now your gone and I got to make it thru this stormy wheather,
I know you raised me to be strong,
But you never taught me what to do when you were long gone,
I'm lost daddy what do I do,
Its not the same life without you,
I miss you so much,
I cant stress on it enough,
Daddy I need you here,
And since your not I cant stop shedding tears…
I miss you daddy!!!!
I think about you every day and hope that you’ll return
You left us way too soon, and for you I always yearn
I can’t believe you’re gone forever, I am still in disbelief
Not a day goes by that my heart is not filled with grief
Never did I think that you would get sick and pass away
It feels like we were playing basketball just yesterday
Everything I do reminds me of you, dad
The thought that I can’t call you anymore makes me really sad
I know you’re in a better place, no longer in pain or discomfort
But when I realize that you’re gone forever, my heart begins to hurt
I love you so much and I miss all the times we shared
Knowing that you’re gone forever makes me really scared
Who am I gonna call when I need help with my car?
And who’s gonna make fun of me for all my careless scars?
You were so laid back and easygoing, you never complained about much
I miss your calm demeanor and your soft, gentle touch
I tell you how much I love you each and every day
I wish I could hear you talk to me and tell me that you’re okay
A lot has changed since you got sick, and life will never be the same
All I want is one more kiss and to hear you call my name
The look on your
Tells me everything I need to know
I'm a disgrace to you
What can I do
To make you proud of me?
I'll do it for you
Just tell me how.
I look for your love
In the depths of your eyes
I see nothing
Please tell me why.
Dad, it's me
Your little girl
You brought me here
Into this world
Yes, I'm though
But my heart on the floor
I've had enough
I can't take it anymore.
HOW BRAVE SHE IS
THE BRAVERY OF A WOMAN IS BENEATH HER WILLINGLY CONTROL
SHE SYMPATHYSIS, SHE WEARS THE FATE OF DIGNITY, HONOUR AND RESPECT.THE PRIDE OF A WOMEN IS ON HER SHOULDERS
HER BEAUTY IS NOT SEEN ON THE TYPE OF SKIN BUT THE BEAUTY
IS WITHIN HER PRIDE
SHE MAY FALL, GET HEART BROKEN, HAVE A WOUNDED SOUL AND YET SHE WILL RISE AGAIN. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU MAY TRY TO PULL HER DOWN
SHE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY OF STANDING ON HER
OWN TWO FEETS AGAIN THATS HOW BRAVE SHE IS
SHE CAN WITHSTAND ALL OBSTACLES IN HE LIFE
SHE CAN EMERGE FROM ALL TROUBLES THAT SHE WENT THROUGH
AND STILL NEVER GIVES UP
SHE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT WHAT OTHERS SAY
SHE HAS A MISSION WHICH IS TO FULFIL HER ROLE AS A WOMEN AND SHOW THE WHOLE WORLD HOW CAPABLE SHE IS AND PROVE
HOW BRAVE SHE IS
My outside smile doesn’t match on the inside
Growing up all I wanted was a dad by my side
But I never had you in my life
Sit with my pad and I write
That’s what hurts the most
I went on a search for you father
It would have been easier to search for ghosts
What made it harder
Is you had a chance to be a dad
But you rejected it
I’m trying to advance through the sad
While accepting it
I needed you the most
Now I’m not affectionate
To anyone who tries to get close
People always leave. I’m expecting it
Talk about my dad I act like I don’t miss him
But it’s eating me up inside
Can my feelings be justified?
How could I say goodbye
When you ****ing died
When we rarely said a simple hi
We got to see each other a few times a year
You turned up drunk. Blind from beer
At times I wish I could rewind to there
But I let my smile out shine my tears
The death of you was the birth of me
I try and figure what’s best to do
But people see the worst in me
Sober and clean
They want the dirt on me
A coward is something I’ll never be
But a boy in need of a dad I’ll probably forever be
Everything I’m yet to achieve. And everything I already have
Will it make up for never having a dad?
Living a full life is a mile stone in it's self
You made your life the best it could be and was always there to help,
The good hearted person you were is what made everyone respect you
But, when it came to speaking your mind the words you spoke were true,
It takes an honest person to take the good with the bad
You were so right and now it makes me sad,
I know us kids had a dad that always tried to teach us right from wrong
And now that we are older we can see that what doesn't kill you makes you strong.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2012
Anymore time away from my daughters
This world will have to prepare for a storm they cant predict
I could be gone in a blink of an eye
So believe me when I say for my daughters I am willing to die
When I try and try
I feel more and more like this world is one big lie
I have asked for help through this mess
But it seems as if everyone could care less
As I try to do this a lone
All I can do is pray to the One who sits on the throne
But even he knows if things don't change
I will set out on a mission like Jesse James
For I am done with all the games
There isn't a word to describe this kind of mad
All I want to do is be a dad
The pain is so deep as I stand a lone on this roof top all I want to do is leap
But hope I try to keep
And though the love in my heart is almost gone I try to stay strong
But these words aren't lyrics from some random song
I feel Like a wolf backed in a corner with nothing to lose
And ready to unleash all kinds of pain
Almost insane from standing in the rain
I wait and pray
I will see my daughters again someday
I remember many years ago, when I
was just a lad,
My biggest hero in my life, happened
to be my dad.
I grew up with no siblings, in a
And daily as a child, I'd write a story
and a poem.
I'd discuss how my day went and the
things that I had done,
And put words to my feelings, be it
happy, sad or fun.
I'd keep them in a binder, tucked
underneath my bed,
Well hidden from intruders, near
where I'd rest my head.
Many years later, as a teen, my
They tell me dads moving to another
He decided to leave his family and
work on his career,
Things hadn't been so good at home
for well over a year.
I hold in the tears, run upstairs and
begin to write.
About the terrible news I got, that
late school night.
I rip out my binders, and sit quickly
in my chair.
I write "why do I do this, no one
seems to care".
I grab all my diaries, from my
throw them in a garbage bag and
take them out for trash.
For many years I never took out a
paper and pen,
I promised myself this day I would
never write again.
I visit my dad often, til life gets in
And visits turn to phone calls as we
run outta things to say.
He would say that he loved me, I'd
say I loved him too.
But our conversations remained
small, we were never really true.
I get the dreaded phone call in
God had come to take my dad and
bring him up to heaven.
I go through my dads stuff, and
what defined his life,
Pictures of dead relatives, my family,
his ex wife.
I miss the times we had, even our
Hidden in his closet, I pull out a big
When I move the box, I can't
believe my eyes,
My family runs in the room, when
they hear my sobbing cries.
The writings I had thrown out so
many years before.
Were neatly piled behind the box, on
the closet floor.
I read through the pages, memories
flood my mind,
My life as a child so neatly defined.
I make it to the last page, I find
written in blue, under "No one seems
My Daddy wrote "I do"
And nothing to do
For he’s tired too
I was growing up as a crazy girl,
thinking every thing would be all right,
with no scence to take control of what came up next, then you died.
I was left with a shallow heart, not knowing you meant right.
Till the day I got caught and old enough to be convicted.
I realized life was hard and you meant right.
Why do I now dream of you to set me straight and to forgive me dad ?
But where are you dad?
I feel so bad!
I need to know you forgive me dad?
I love you dad!
I need you dad to tell me in my dreams every thing will be all right.
I came to visit you today
It doesn't seem like a year has passed since you went away,
I miss seeing you and knowing you are not here
You are an angel some where up there,
I should feel lucky to have had you for so long
Most children don't even have a dad and that is so wrong,
You always would say; your not promised tomorrow
And you were right I have never felt such sorrow,
Every day now seems so precious to me
Knowing that any second could be the last if is meant to be.
Written By: Unique Poetry.....2012...In memory of my Dad...
Life can change on a dime
Who would of thought in such a short time,
Happy and Healthy you once were
Then all at once it seemed like such a blur,
We never thought that this could happen to you
But, as time went on none of us never knew,
That in six months the angels would come calling
You knew it when it was time that is why you kept stalling.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2012...
Dad you are my hero
You've taught me write from wrong
Showed me that you can never judge a book by it's cover
Cause you loved my mother
I know I am grown into a woman
But every woman needs her daddy
I know we live in differnt states
But we are only a phone call awa
I remeber when mom left us
And run off down the road
I was upset
But I knew you was there
When I needed you
You are the best dad
Even though we had our ups and downs
We always got along
I know you did your best to raise us
And I really know that now
How hard that was for you
Daddy you are my hero
You always said you are not promised tomorrow
And now we know a life lossed can bring much sorrow,
How can it be you were here and now you are gone
We on earth feel hurt that will stay with us very long,
From Morning till night the pain is always there
To have loved some one so much and now hard to bare,
The loss we feel will subside one day
But, until then you will be missed every single way.
Written By: Unique Poetry...2012
Daddy are you
Daddy are you a soldier?
Are you one of them, that marches down the main street?
Do you care a gun to shoot?
Will you go away to war?
Will it be too far?
I want to know if you will come home a hero.
Daddy are you one to me!
I wonder if you love me..
For I'm your only son..
I grew up with no childhood..
Because of you there was no
So I'm sending you my
For now that I have grown..
I want to start with I love you..
For your the only father I have
I hope that when you read
You will finally come to learn..
That a father was all I needed..
Love from you was all I
This one memory is all i can
For only one is all I can bare..
Well its midnight again..
And yet your still gone..
We know you've been
Most of the day and all night
My sister said Mikey look over
I think somethings wrong.. For
our mother looks scared..
mom asks us both to sit down
beside by her..
And with a trembling voice so
riddled with fear..
As she gives us our warnings
witch seemed so clear..
She says just run fast if he gets
With worry shes ridden.. And
the fear she cant fake..
For down her pail face.. Come
the tears her eyes make..
We know what is coming.. with
fear we just wait..
For now its after 2..
And only hell can be our fate.
Just then we all freeze.. We
now the time has come..
Thats when mom says he's
She say's to hurry go get into
And act like your sleeping..
For maybe he's tired and a
fight he's not seeking..
It didn't take long before he
With the slamming of the door
his face bore a grin..
He yelled for our mother to get
off her ass..
Get in this kitchen and bitch
make it fast..
I hated my father not just for
But the beatings he gave her
until the blood came..
Then dad yelled for my sister in
there she ran..
To only get beat and hit like a
I fear that I am next..I wish I
then I heard my name called..
And I begin to cry..
And As my door opened..
I prayed in my mind..
God I hope it don't hurt..
Like it did the last time..
Then it got so quiet.. I opened
My father wasn't there.. It was
only my wife..
With my eyes full of tears..
And my bed soaked with
I realized I was dreaming..
Of a time i cant forget..
Some fathers are near and some are far. Some are here and
some are there. Look around, fathers are everywhere.
Some live here in town who just decide not to come around.
Some fathers are special. We call them dads. They are the
ones who teach us right from wrong, to stand for what we believe
in and to stay strong.
Whoever your father may be, mine is very special to me.
Your roomate had called me late
And told me that you were not
I hopped in my car and made my
Not telling you I'd be there the next
You then called me during my drive,
And asked me when I would arrive,
how'd you know I was going to
You told me because you knew your
You said that the paramedics had
come and gone,
And that they told you there wasn't
So we cracked a few jokes as we
You gave me your love I said I love
How could I know that would be the
Time that we talked the night that
I would have never hung up the
Knowing that you would leave all
I would have drove faster not
stopped to rest,
Would have held your hand told you
your the best.
The minister asked me to put pen to
And write a few stories about my
So I began writing of things in past
But the pen wouldn't work paper
covered with tears,
So I just told him a bit about you,
And he told me that that would do,
We then had your service now that
was a sight,
From the rich to the homeless you
must of done right,
To have such a variation of freinds,
Who stood beside you right to the
I prayed, then I cried then I started
As people told stories on your behalf,
So then we went out to celebrate
Myself, your daughter, her man and
As I now type this poem, some time
has gone by,
And i pause, and take time to dab
my teary eyes.
Cause you touched so many in your
And the screen looks so hazy, eyes
filling with tears,
In your life you gave me so much
Love you Dad- rest in peace