Like Father Poems - Poems about Like Father

You apologize over and over, Yet do it again cold shoulder. In church every Sunday saying you’re a “righteous” man, But at home you’re the devil’s right hand man. It’s crazy how your so smart and calculated with...Read the rest...

Time an elusive thread, Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown. From birth to death, its secrets keep winding, Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories. A journey through aeon, our pale...Read the rest...

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Setting: A parlor with money hanging on a wall hosts an engagement on legal tender Characters: T: Teen, (spoiled boy) in puke shorts and bigoted shirt, and he's loaded {burp} W: Woman, (nut all there) varied Degree...Read the rest...

DON'T CRY ANY TEARS AROUND ME Don't cry no tears around me As I passed away and now I'm finally free You won't see me anymore But this soul of mine will always soar So please don't cry any tears...Read the rest...

One, two, buckle my shoe, a lesson to be learned; Three, four, and so many more - times the world has turned. Cross the laces, make some loops, feed the laces through; Tighten them up...Read the rest...

The beckoning call of the Nightingale Like the whistle of wind in a sail Arrives on a spring days tail And nestles like a cotton ball Inside a trees hidden cloud The hatchlings are so loud Bumblebees covered in a...Read the rest...

Fit In Masque It's as Flimsy As that Film You Wear: FEAR All the Time. [STOP.] -Gray Squirrel 05-03-2024...Read the rest...

The world has indeed been forgetting me Forgetting me cruelly As waste that neither grow nor breathe It is a fermentation of anger and despair As Despairing as it struggles with anger At the unknowns in dark...Read the rest...

In a somber house on Maple Street, where shadows creep, Lived Lily, a child, in silence she'd weep. With every creak of the floorboards at night, She'd hold her breath, gripped by fright. Mr. Johnson, her father, a looming...Read the rest...

(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity) Can forgiveness mend, a childhood, fractured in the dark? Where the scars are a map, etched, not just in...Read the rest...

Anybody, can't see? *It's..., me here. Who? *It's..., me. Me? Me where? *This Mulberry's cabin? He's in there...? *It's, his friend. Sydney..., it's somebody? Don't you start-in!...Read the rest...

In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad, And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape - He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad. The sky’s warm, gay orb, too, was round in shape. ...Read the rest...

WHERE'S THE MEN Where's the men that once lived here few men remain of yesteryear, Beautiful masculinity, Artfully carved of dignity The command and gruff within his voice, The rough and tumble is his choice, His love for femininity Is the wo'man...Read the rest...

Big hands of this man Who I remember as a child? Growing up in and at a time, When real men were fathers then. Supporting that family, no matter what, Working their fingers to the...Read the rest...