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Details | Elegy |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013


Details | Marsiya |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013


Details | Epitaph |

My Father

I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember 
Are the times we spent together going 
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much 
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and 
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth

Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Father's Day 2016

It's Father's Day again,
   but you aren't here.
There's no card to be bought;
   no phone call to be made;
      no visit possible.
I miss you, Dad.

It's been three years since I've heard 
your voice speak my name;
   three years since I've seen your smile;
      three years since I've hugged you tight
      and felt your kiss upon my brow.
I miss you, Dad.

All I have are my memories of you:
   memories of your laughter,
   and your droll sense of humor;
      memories of special times spent together;
         memories of the man I loved
         and knew as "Dad".
But you can't hug a memory.
I miss you, Dad.
Happy Father's Day.


6/18/16

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

My Dreams Of Daddy And Cheryl



Daddy you and Cheryl are always in my dreams

Is it that your spirits are visiting me as it seems,

Some times I wake up and I am crying

The dreams are so real I forget you both maybe trying,

To tell me something and yet it is hard to make sense of it

I guess I want to know why it is you both just sit,

Just sitting calm in the dreams and I try to understand

But, I know if you do talk I am to listen very close as you take my hand.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Suicide Storms

Memories can be enemies
for they unwind the mind to past legacies,
and childhood melodies. 

His blazing amber eyes.
His words and love always wise.
How I grieve goodbyes!

I consume the ills
of multiple pills.
My body clanking in chiming chills.

Collapsing,
waiting for my passing...
Suddenly, my cat starts sassing. 

Retreat! Retreat!
My sweet!
Do not accept Death's duly defeat!

Alas, I follow through 
and eject the poisonous stew.
Saved for now from my internal blue.

My fists pound on the ground over what I lost,
and my heart beats blood full of frost.
Oh, the cold calculating cost!

My father holds the Glock,
stopping the clock.
The final father/daughter talk.

Reaper reigns in his forever storm writhing, 
while Life is the lighting. 
Toast to souls forever reuniting.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.


Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

A TEAR FOR DADDY

Even after sixteen years still I cry your daughters tears Every year on this day, will always be sad known only as the date, God took my dad 1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997 Allan Thomas Holmes

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

My Son

As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.

Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.

But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.

Copyright © JP Hugo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Daddy's Baby Girl

he used to remember when she was in his arm.

he told himself he would protect her from any harm.

she was small and fragile like any other baby.

but now shes matured to a full grown lady.

she graduated high school along with her friends.

she left behind all the drama and the silly trends.

now its her time to continue the next chapter of life.

but the dads pain of seeing her leave is as sharp as a knife.

however she does go away for college.

she will inspire people with her knowledge. 

during her college life she meets new people.

but she also hooks up with the wrong guy who is evil.

he threatens her and gives her bruises.

she is exhausted and feels like she always loses.

so she decides to overdose on a pill.

she even thinks of jumping out the windowsill.

but she knows she is stronger than this.

so she packs her things and goes back to the person she missed.

so the dad gets a surprise visit.

he says, "It's your boyfriend isn't it"?

she replies, "Yes but i wont see him anymore".

the dad replies back, "So come on in what are you waiting for".

deep down he is happy his daughter is there.

but he doesn't want to disappoint her as if he didn't care.  

but during the visit she gets mixed up with gangs and thugs.

during the visit she even starts selling drugs.

but as usual someone ends up in jail.

that's when the dad pays for her bail.

but old habits die hard...

because the dad finds his daughter high in his yard.

fed up with her behavior he says, " No more!"

so he packs her things and exits her out the door.

he is upset but he knows he had to make the choice.

he closes the door and already misses the sound of her voice.

two months pass and there is a knock on the dads door.

it's his daughter severely ill and extremely poor.

she says, "Dad I'm sorry please take me back home".

he tears up replying, "Of course your still my baby girl... even if you are full grown".

 










 

Copyright © Danny Scott | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Sounds of my Father

You leave no self that I can see,
Though sounds of you are still around me.
The sound of a car on a gravel drive,
Moments watching rugby live.
A pint of beer being slowly poured,
The radio announcing the cricket scores.
My brother’s tone when he speaks a word
Not your voice, but your voice heard.
Your terrible music which I now love too,
Just because it reminds me of you.
Though the loveliest sound, I won’t hear again:
Joy in Mum’s voice when you called her name.
She’s wrapped in our family for you from hereafter
Hearing my children carry your laughter.
As a child you thought I was deaf to your will,
But I was listening Dad, and I’m listening still.

Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Anniversary

Suicide today
Father's anniversary
Sad, still, soiled I am

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The last Letter

The hardest thing I had to do?
The day I said goodbye to you.
We sat there and our words were few
Yet in that moment I just knew,
This is our last goodbye.
You didn't cry it's not your style
And you and I each wore a smile
But both were thinking all the while
You'll soon be there on high.

I never thought my love could grow
But being there it was just so.
We'd sit and let our love just flow,
Then came the day I had to go
We said our last goodbye.
Now daddy what you did not see
Is how my heart broke inwardly?
Those gentle words must comfort me
You'll soon be there on high.

09.05.2014

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Father

you are my father
my knight in shining armour
my protecter, my guard
my helper when its to hard

but now your not here
i feel so alone
i cant see or hear you
my heart turns to stone

i finally see you
holding and caring for another girl
my heart is breaking
i want you back in my world

Copyright © dannielle dugan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Miss You Everyday


Lately I have been missing you daddy every moment of the day
This past 2 years have been so hard knowing Ill never see you in the same way,

I tell myself I will be fine then I realize you are permanently gone
Knowing it is final and trying to accept it means the curtains have been drawn,

It is heart breaking to know you are in heaven and I should be happy you are in a good place
But, who am I kidding I wish you were still here so I can still see your face,

Just to hug you and tell you how much I love you
It is funny I talk about you all the time and I feel you are listening to,

The hurt runs so deep that some times I just have to cry
And even after I cry the pain is still there and I just ask why.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Bye for Now

My heart hurts to see my girls leave.
I feel a loss, though temporary, I still grieve.
I believe in and trust the Lord
for He has cut the umbilical cord.

My girls must with their own eyes see
if their dad will love them...finally.
He has broken their hearts too many times;
yet in their eyes, he can do no crimes.
They believe that this time is different;
hoping he’ll finally be a caring parent.
They have longed for a father’s love
the way we’re loved by God above.
They crave a dad’s love that’s unconditional;
no longer willing to accept love that is artificial.
They want to know that he’ll always be there;
to support them emotionally and always care.

I can only pray and ask God to touch their dad’s heart;
give them a father with a new beginning and fresh start.
I’m not angry that my daughters are gone
I just miss them, but God keeps me strong.
He has a plan for each of my girls’ life.
He won’t let their dad hurt them or cause them strife.
I believe God will bring my girls back home
because I love them and won’t let them roam.
Until they return, I will worry not;
I choose to let go and let God.

Copyright © Cynthia Ozuna | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

On Days like These

Its always hard on days like these
To forget
The times spent together 
Running through the fall leaves 
Hunting in the mountains.

Its always hard on days like these 
To forget
That you're not with me
That you can't comfort me 
And spend hours talking to me

Its always hard on days like these 
When people ask where you are 
When i know that you aren't too far
But can't be here

Its always hard on days like these
To know your dad is in jail 
On his knees
Praying that someone will post bail.

Its always hard

On days like these

Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

The Truth About My Mother

I would love to start of my poem about my mom, using words that refer to us having a bond,
However, words like embarrassment, hurt and definitely other words come to mind that are not so fond,

These are the words that come to mind when I tell about the woman who raised me,
As I continue to explain about her, you will see why I always wanted to flee.

She was the type of mom that always made me feel ugly inside and out,
She did not enjoy seeing me happy but preferred seeing me cry and pout.

I was humiliated, screamed at, hit, belittled and more,
I even had my stuff in my bedroom thrown to the floor.

She told me everything was my fault and that I did nothing right,
I hated to wake up in the morning and see the daylight.

We watched my father grow ill and I prayed she would change,
Instead it made her more cruel and more deranged.

My father was ill for many years and I knew why he was afraid to say goodbye,
All he worried about was my mother and this made me cry.

My husband decided it was time to let him pass the right way,
By making a promise we would take care of mom, sadly he passed away the next day.

We are now doing the right thing by upholding our words we said,
Even though deep inside the pain causes me to cry to sleep in bed.

My mother has humbled, maybe she has seen the light,
Or maybe knowing our sacrifices is always in her sight.

We will be building an upstairs for her to live, her own entrance she will need,
My promise to my dad I will fulfill, I say he'll be proud of me, in God's Speed.

I pray at night to give me faith because I hope my mom will be better,
I want to be able to share it with everyone in a poem or a, letter.

If she does not change and continues to remain the same,
I still say I did the right thing and there is no one to blame.

Debra Baviello
12/22/15

This poem is dedicated to my father. I miss him so much.

Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)


How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.


How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”

Copyright © DENNIS DE ROSE | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Purgatory Chasm

The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet
Their radiant colors dulled
I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were
The last time we came here together.

I hold you in my hands,
The way you held me when I was a child.
Your urn jostles softly as I scale the cliff
To our favorite spot.

I open it up, and look at you one last time.
Bits of bone sprinkled in the ash,
Like the time we came here after the first snow fall,
The defiant leaves of abundant autumn
Refusing to be masked by light dusting.

Off the tip of the rock,
I turn the urn,
You flow out over our favorite hike,
As you would have wanted.
We pass through this trail
One last time.

Copyright © Devin Irving | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic |

My Dad


I did not want to say goodbye,

To you my friend, my special guy,

You always made me get things done,

At the same time we had fun.

Missing you, I feel such pain,

The way you left was such a shame,

You left so quick, I don’t know why,

I just know it made me cry.

I always tried to do my best,

Although sometimes I was a pest,

You taught me manners and virtue,

I became a soldier because of you.

You made me what I am today,

I love you man in every way,

I know that I was sometimes bad,

I miss you big guy, you’re my Dad.

Copyright © David Carter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

I Miss You Dad

On this particular day, four years ago,
a huge piece of my heart departed with an amazing soul.
Days turned into months and months turned into years,
a shattered heart is plastered with silent tears.

They say that time will heal and the pain eventually fades away. 
But here I am four years later still awaiting that day.      
Days turned into months and months turned into years,
yet my fears & loneliness have still not disappeared. 

It’s difficult walking around with a smile upon my face.
Pretending that everything’s okay on this earthly place.     
Your memories will remain forever etched in my mind.                                                                                                 Reliving those priceless moments convinces me that I will be fine. 
 
So many new memories created as life passes by.
I keep wishing you could be here even for just a while.
I miss you been there to protect me or catch me when I fall.
I wish heaven had a phone for me to make those calls.  

I miss you so much Dad, more than words can even say.
I wish you were here to convince me that everything turns out okay.
Days turn into months and months turn into years
I still despise the fact that you’re no longer here. 



Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

dove

little dove oh how you have grown it's been so long!i miss u and that world which you live for your people i life i would give.i hope you find your new love too be for i know it's a love of eternity!as you look out at the sky talk too this ancient spirit sometime!i seen you when you arrived today i miss you my sister,think of me as a dad jesus i miss you bad!

Copyright © steven coleman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Daddy

Daddy, 
I'd like to take a trip to the airport with you and fly one more time. 
Eat fish tacos with you. 
Talk about real estate with you. 
Ask you about that time you "wrote a blank check" and believed God for a miracle. 
Tell you how much you impacted my life in so many ways. 
Tell you how I miss our early morning phone conversations. 
Borrow your truck for the weekend, because yours were always cooler than mine . 
Cook you breakfast and a make you a big ole chocolate pie. 
You always got me, you always knew when I needed to hear from you and when I needed a smile and encouragement. 
I hope I showed you enough how much I loved you. 
I hope you know, even though you're gone. 
I love you. 
Happy Father's Day.

Copyright © Carson Searcy | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Still Missing You


Days keep going by

And I don't even try,

To hold back any tears

It feels like sharp spears,

Stabbing deep in my heart

There is no stopping them once they start,

I have learned this pain is endless

It's a void I can never fill leaves me defenseless,

So each day I pretend you are gone on a trip

Then reality takes over and I see the movie clip,

Of the night God came and took you

It is a constant scene in my mind and I know it's true,

I struggle everyday due to missing you so much

What I would give just to feel your touch.


Written By: Unique Poetry 1-4-2016

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

free cee A DAD AND A DOVE WHO DIED WHEN THEIR MATE DID i miss you dad

This was written in 2009.....I never gave it to him:

IF ONLY I HAD BEEN MORE LIKE HIM

A man of infinite intellect told me to start thinking about thinking
And believe me that his is indisputable intelligence
The only problem is too much of the time I am thinking about drinking
Or doing the distinctly dishonest thing with duly deemed diligence

So I decided to write these words for no good reason at all
The only reason for scribing this is because I felt it was what I was supposed to do
I’ve discovered it’s difficult to think when you’re banging your head on a wall
And thinking about doing the right thing, to me, is a concept too brand new

So I am sitting here thinking about thinking with dedication
Yet with perseverance I am perceiving the dark and the dim
This man of infinite intelligence spoke words with an important implication
And I am also thinking about my father and how advantageous it would be if I were more like him
Jeff!
Too late now, sadly

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

I miss You Dad (Altziemers)

Where have you gone
precoius father,
you don't even know my name,
your eyes are void, no memories left
yet your face is still the same.

The man who built bridges
so we could cross another side,
If I could build one thing,
I know I'd build, restructure
of your mind.

Where have you gone
dear Father, as i tuck you!! into bed,
for I long to hear those loving words.
goodnight Ann and God Bless.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

Morbid Mornings

To be awake and leave the warmth of nourishing night,
only to be covered by the cold cloak of demanding death
where even summer sun reflects from me in rejection.

Every breakfast, the reaper drinks from my heart.
The crimson cup of happiness and joy of liquid past.
He empties the goblet, now locked in my ribs.

My body, a closed coffin, vacant of emotion and fantasy.
My brain, a grey growing web with the spider of suicide,
spinning thoughts of ending the day by becoming dust.

How can I live through another long hollow hour
without companionship or communication where
the only face I see is mine in front of the mirror?

To watch my parents dissolve from a couple to a photograph
where they rest in my palm with the same captured expression,
and their voices sing a lost song that repeats in my head.

The only recourse remains that I must recruit myself into
a knight for the needy and harness my hurricane of pain
into soft rain, allowing the suffering and myself to smile again.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016