Best Fathered Poems

I have lived a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths.
I have loved women unbounded and fathered an army of children.
I have killed and healed, stolen...

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You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears

Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out...

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The old indian chief had seen much
fought in many a battle or raid
he had fathered seven children 
with his four fine young wives

Now he took...

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Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to...

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Dad, how much I loved you
You did not give me time to tell;
So quick was your way to depart
That sorrow and grief
That came my way
Are...

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Wulf they called me; they called me
long ago, in track and fathered field,
muscled and thighed for the dash to kill 
and share the beating blood,...

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I have learned lessons
And a lesson
A lesson of love
A lesson of accountability
A lesson of trust
A lesson of Prayer 
A lesson of family
A lesson of silence
These...

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Two different lives, from different worlds, were meant to be as one
He became her guiding star, and she became his shining sun

Once they had been...

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An Irish Catholic immigrant,
a prideful man was he,
his ego out-weighed his bankbook,
and he hated poverty.

He fathered many children,
and most of them were sons,
the eldest son,...

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I was in my living room sitting on my couch
I've gotten up to dim the lights
Sitting back down I rub my eyes
Relax in the calm...

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American green




      The tree of life gave birth to a nation and these men who helped nature 
  ...

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Boreas, God of the North Wind

Wind god
Boreas…god
Of Winter and North Wind
Swept down from cold northern mountains
of Thrake

He blew
 Cold icy gusts
Of breath from bloated cheeks
Hair...

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Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used...

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Jesse Forbes

1893 – 1911

Black Canyon.
Now, there was a place to be!
It is true I was born a brute in a Quaker Town.
Born a bad-tempered brute...

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The heavens, speckled with small dots of light
Sometimes shooting as they pass through the night

Many pin pricks scattered throughout the sky
Allows spent prowess to pound...

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