Emile Pinet Poet Rhyme

Quiet Tears

Visions of me occupy your days,
my life's been planned in intricate ways. 
And though my future's set in your mind,
I'm skillfully taught your wish is blind.

I've been manipulated for years
to achieve your dreams though quiet tears.
For you always told me what to do,
I was a mere reflection of you.

I lived my teens by your golden rule,
repress love, don't be somebody's fool.
Now I'm hollow, a soul with no spark,
alive; I exist, empty and stark.

Over the years, you're proud as can be,
accomplishing all your goals through me.
And you don't even pretend to care
that I'm a shadow, barely aware.

You triumphantly boast of your deed,
molding my life; you swore you'd succeed.
And the look in your eyes seals my fate,
for there is no love, there is no hate.


(Rhyme)


5/1/2017

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Line Gauthier May 26, 2018 at 7:01 PM Wow, powerful write, Emile. Emile Pinet May 27, 2018 at 8:08 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Talin Kalishian May 6, 2017 at 2:28 PM I disagree Because I doubt there is no love. Definitely no hate tho. Loved it Emile Pinet May 6, 2017 at 5:13 PM Thanks Talin, your comments and support are most welcome, Emile.

Akkina Downing May 3, 2017 at 10:51 AM Oh this breaks my heart for you Emile. Some parents aren't always spot on. But you're a grown man now and can do whatever pleases you. God bless you Emile... Hugs :) Kina Emile Pinet May 3, 2017 at 11:40 AM Thanks Akkina, your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Jesse Zerlaut May 3, 2017 at 2:04 AM Wow, this poem is deep and comes from a torn place. I think most of us sons know it well. Trying to live up to our fathers desires for us and yet never really living up to our own desires for who we should be. Well worded, great art Emile! 7 Emile Pinet May 3, 2017 at 9:40 AM Thanks Jesse, your friendly comments have brightened my day, Emile.

Anil Deo May 2, 2017 at 5:25 PM Emile, you are a winner, & no one can take that away. I know U forgive as Jesus taught. Those who have been hurt know how to forgive ... remember South Carolina MotherAME victims of Dylan Roof? Your writing will help others, as we pray.A BIG thank you. (#7) Merci beaucoup Combattant! shalom, shalom Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 7:14 PM Thanks Anil, your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Darren White May 2, 2017 at 2:48 PM I understand that so very well. You keep searching for that love, and bend in all directions to get it, and then seeing that indifference.... It doesn't matter how old we get, we keep longing for that love, approval and appreciation by parents. Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 7:13 PM Thanks Darren, your comments are truly appreciated, Emile.

Paul Callus May 2, 2017 at 2:03 PM We parents have a duty to lead and show the way, but not to control our children's lives. Their achievements have to be theirs, not ours! ~ #7 for a wise and meaningful poem, Emile. Regards // paul Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 2:35 PM Thanks Paul, Your friendly comments have brightened my day, Emile.

Nette Onclaud May 2, 2017 at 12:41 PM a piercingly haunting work so cathartic and amazingly crafted, emile... precious offering from you..huggs Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 2:37 PM Thank you Nette, your comments are like a warm smile, Emile.

Anne-Lise Andresen May 2, 2017 at 1:52 AM - We always do our best - But nobody is alike - We can not copy one hundred percent - A sensitive poem, Emile - Great written - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 9:19 AM Thanks Anne-Lise, your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Maria Williams May 2, 2017 at 12:58 AM Oh I understand these words of yours so well Emile, and even though my father was not controlling, he was a perfectionist in his musical field, which in some ways is just as bad. Children are left feeling inadequate in many ways. We always allowed our children freedom to express themselves. This wonderful poem of yours carries such emotion, I feel it. Brilliant in its sadness 7++ Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 9:20 AM Thank you so much Maria, your comments and continued support are most appreciated my friend, Emile.

Janice Canerdy May 1, 2017 at 7:27 PM What a powerful, heart-wrenching, skillfully-written poem! A 7+, Emile! Janice Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 9:21 AM Thanks Janice, your support is most appreciated, Emile.

Connie Marcum Wong May 1, 2017 at 6:55 PM I understand this poem so well Emile. We try so hard to please our parents that often we lose ourselves in the process. I too had a controlling parent which has made me very cognizant and aware of not doing that to my own children. Every child needs to seek out their individual dreams and make them become manifest. You are such a great poet and the depth of this poem proves it unequivocally. Brilliant! 7 ; ) Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 9:23 AM Connie, you flatter me with such accolades, and I love it, thanks my friend, Emile.

Laura Mckenzie May 1, 2017 at 6:39 PM I'm loving this reflective emotional piece great rhythm ! Thanks for making my evening with your wonderful poetry !!!! :) Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 9:24 AM Thanks Laura, your comments and support are most welcome, Emile.

Sunlite Wanter May 1, 2017 at 6:36 PM Boys so often (my own, too) have confusing feelings or none about their fathers, as girls do about their mothers. I almost cried when I read this, but if a son becomes a dad, he will find his own way. Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 9:25 AM Thanks Sunlite, your words have touched my heart, Emile.