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Alliteration Dad Poems | Alliteration Poems About Dad

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African Allliteration

#What we want#

Dear Dada,

What we want is worth

Let love live, 

Peace perfect praise...

...Let long lasting law

rule round reign.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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son I'm sorry

Son I'm sorry for what happened
My dream just ended
I'm sorry I bended 

I used to sit on the Back
where I didn't even open my Bag 
Pity me,I didn't listen to miss P when she begged

Son I'm sorry I brought you to Earth 
just to witness my foolishness Acts
Forgive daddy for he did not know that there will be facts.

 Son I'm sorry for what happened 
My wish just shuted 
I'm sorry I just blended 

 UNSUPPORTED CODE 

Copyright © Xihluke mlangeni | Year Posted 2015

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Father

                                           Father
Father, who never cared
Father, who was never there
Father, who missed it all
Father, who caused me to fall
Father, who broke my heart
Father, who hated me from the start
Father, who missed his chance
Father, who will never see my last dance
Father, who said goodbye
Daughter, who is to strong to cry.

Copyright © Alexis Hogg | Year Posted 2015

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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

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016