Best Fatherless Poems
Now I lay me down to sleep
In my home that's really sweet
Had three large meals and a snack
There wasn't a hint of any lack
Comfortable shoes and clothes that fit
My heart's desires my money can get
Friends and family know my name
So many opportunities it's just insane
Doctors and dentists, heat and air
A hope and a future.. No despair
Little chance I'll die before I wake
But if I do, my soul God will take.
But the homeless orphan goes to sleep
His unbathed body on a filthy street
Sold himself today to get a meal
From a slimy stranger with a dollar bill
No life, no skills, no future, no hope
No family, no friends, no heat, no coat
No shelter, no job, no doctor, no care
No money, no support, no help anywhere
Despair and neglect, a fight to survive
A shell of a child more dead than alive
And if this orphan dies before he wakes
Will he know my God his soul to take?
~Lyric Man
Note: Just returned from two weeks in Africa. I’ve seen the most amazing and the most tragic sights. This poem/prayer is a contrast of a typical western lifestyle to that of a fatherless orphan.
PS-I’ve basically been without internet for the past two weeks and have missed reading your poetic works. May you and I never take take for granted all the blessings that we have been afforded!
Categories:
fatherless, 7th grade, africa, angst,
Form:
Lyric
When a household is fatherless
desperation drips from weathered eaves
the children tend to grow wild as weeds
slipping from rambunctious into mischievous..
People dismiss it as a faze-to be outgrown in time
but it often cascades into crime after crime
they do a little bit of time after time
years slipping by into the bin of wasted lives.
My country is much like a fatherless household.
Categories:
fatherless, city,
Form:
Free verse
My shelter from the storm
My Fountain in the wilderness
My Refuge and my Rock
High King of love, God of all grace
You have become my hiding place
My ever faithful God
A Lover to the loveless
Defender of the weak
The Healer of all brokenness
Restorer of my dreams
High King of love, God of all grace
My Comfort and my Peace
My Substitute, my Sacrifice
My perfect, spotless Lamb
You have become all in all
My risen Lord, my Gift of life
My Saviour and my Friend
High King of love, God of all grace
Perfect in power, and strong to save
You're my God, my Glory
You have become my righteousness
A humble Father to the motherless
A kind Father to the fatherless
You're my saviour, unchangeable Father.
Categories:
fatherless, adventure, america, angel,
Form:
Name
Every time we end a fight
you plead for one last try.
You sit and talk of doing things right
while I just sit and cry.
But where were you when times were tough,
when I felt like giving in,
when all I needed out of life
was for you to think of your kin?
You'd demand that I'd tell you my past,
my life, the good and bad.
But, my friend, let me tell you, experience is great.
You could have been a dad.
But where were you when times were good,
first kisses, A plusses and such?
How did it look on your long to-do list
that your son needs you so much?
I want to forgive you and let this pass,
forget the entire deal,
but, the prints on my neck have far from vanished,
My fatherless life has been sealed.
Categories:
fatherless, father,
Form:
All the way to the hospital
I felt your eagerness for life,
Your Impatience
between contractions
For the show to go on,
Months in the preparation
This was your debut,
A final push
The curtains opened,
And there in the spot light
A star was born,
Encore,
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!
I boasted to a fervent audience
Took praise for the choreography
(Though the moves were yours alone.)
You did not notice
in the theater
The one empty seat
That I could not fill,
The void that would grow
As your needs grew,
Ignorant of the absence
you saw Past that darkness
to my beaming face.
learning your new steps
my praise was enough
but I would repeat it
to fill the space,
Now my leading man
the space is harder to hide,
that utter lack of attention,
That first Christmas play
And that damned empty seat
not reserved
but rejected !
you played the part of yourself
my wise man
You did not seem to mind.
And every mile stone you pass
You look to me,
Your first words
Your first grazed knee
Your second performance
In the theater,
(just a small routine)
but there besides me
that damned lack
looming
like dark shadow over a full moon,
he should have been there then
to see your comeback,
your perfect production
As I held you with the strength
of two.
Inquisitive now
You question me
About the missing piece
in your jigsaw
puzzled by the great blank
the incompleteness of the picture,
If I could put it together
for you,
if I had the answers,
If I could tell you why,
I am all I can offer
And I am sorry for that,
I am sorry for these two hands
That should be four
I am sorry I can not tell you more,
I am sorry for the empty seat
That grows more obvious
That I can't remove or replace,
But I promise you this
There will be
Only one vacant space,
I will love you, utterly,
Unconditionally,
Wholeheartedly,
I will love you
And at every performance
All the roles
You chose to play in life
I will be there
Proud, applauding twice.
Categories:
fatherless, caregiving, loss, son, sorry,
Form:
Epic
Shame was simply seen after two fuse in.
Father! I called aloud for heaven's sake.
Sorrowed tears adhere to path with no chain.
Born days passed and shared were chocolate cakes.
Mounts couldn't reply, then anger aroused.
More often, callous is that agony.
Little one grew up with one special need.
Joy crushed in pieces from the balcony.
Perhaps no connection from the voices,
Nor dainty affinity living him.
Now antagonism is little one's choice
Because of daddy's tiny common whim.
Amazingly pen's ink rinsed confussion.
Amazingly Mom's love showed impression.
Categories:
fatherless, absence, anger, confusion, father,
Form:
Sonnet
A little boy and little girl waited patiently day and night on what would be the perfect gift.
They both longed for someone who could lift their mother's burdens and take them on relaxing trips.
For years they watched their single mother sacrifice her happiness just to see them smile
No matter how hard it got, she kept telling them, it would all be over after awhile
This troubled the children and the mother too
She was doing the best she could do
Time went on and the pain became hate
The children thought love for them was too late
She kept them deeply rooted in the word and warned them about the heartaches of the world
She told the little boy be a man when its time and the girl a woman, don't as a little girl
The love she had for them was felt! When she handed them over to God, He became her biggest help
Years and years of not having anyone but to love them became a lifetime of love and joy from one man
She cried many tears. And wondered why did it take so many years?
The children were filled with peace and daily they would give their mother a kiss
She looked at them on her dying bed and said, "If there is anything you shall miss, trust in God, He is a Father to the Fatherless!"
Categories:
fatherless, bible, inspiration, love, mother
Form:
Fatherless inheritance
Passed on through generations
As my father had a father
Taken from a bullet
Such engraved his name
That engraved his ability
To translate the love he forgot
Through a remorse in loss
He died to
Forgetting the ones my mother birthed
And so I forgot before I ever got
The love of my father
Choosing a powdered remedy
With suicidal tendency's
He passed to me
So I gave to them
A father whom had a father
To cowardly to fill his shoes
So he wore his without socks and sizes small
Creating a stench
Cologne could not disguise
As I see our son grow
Wanting to do all he can to fill his shoes
Unrealized there warn of sole
This cycle has to be broken
Categories:
fatherless, death, father, hurt, loss,
Form:
Free verse
The man I will never know
A shadow
Not even a footstep to follow
No memories to rely
Fainted pictures
No reason to cry
Would I be what I am woe
Useless reasonings
For only God would know
My father has gone, passed from sight
Curse death for he hath won the fight
Why then do I search for thee
A heart broken
My mother crying over me
Dreams are not all they are meant to be
False hope
Knowing it wasn't left to me
Not a son to continue on
A blood linage
Lost forever in a fatherless son
Categories:
fatherless, family, lost love, passion,
Form:
Limerick
He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over.
He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we
all meet again.
I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man.
On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets.
The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally.
In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling.
Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics
in ungratefulness
Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.
Categories:
fatherless, child, death, grief, heartbroken,
Form:
Being a Man doesn't mean you just are financially able to support you and your Woman (or has that tradition died too?)
Being a Man doesn't mean, because you are a Man then therefore by default you posses all the authority in the household.
Being a Man doesn't mean your Woman has to respect you, especially if you lack the respect for yourself... because if your not living right what Man would?
Being a Man is being that backbone for your women, Being there emotionally to support, inspire, motivate and most importantly love her through the high and low peaks.
A Man wants to Build a home with a Woman not just because she is sexy and she can physically please him.
The choice is made due to her ability to motivate, inspire, love and requires respect that she is a Women and not anything less.
Being a man is understanding the game we call life and wisely navigating through its maze, because he is not only living for himself.
A Real Man will cross paths with a Real Women not by luck but by faith.
We need Real Men and Women instead of all this other garbage pretending to be "grown" circulating our population.
Fun alters over the years, wisdom last for a lifetime.
Categories:
fatherless, absence, change, growth, men,
Form:
Imagism
My journey began on the coldest of days the 28th of december is the birth of my day.
As a baby i dont remember to much , only the warmth of my mother and the strength of her touch.
Mommy says i look just like my daddy ,skinny and tall and always so happy.
If i dont have a daddy , does that make me bad , where is my daddy and why are you sad.
I ask my mommy why is he gone , was it me , did i do something wrong , does he not love me , why did he leave , he will return to us mommy this i believe.
Mommy held me close and kissed my head as the tears fell down with face turned red , mommy tried to speak but had no sound as she fell to the floor and sat on the ground.
Mommy why are you sad , what did i say , can you tell me the reason my dad went away.
Mommy took a breath and began to speak but the sound that came out was a small little squeak. Mommy began again with love in her eye.
I will tell you the truth and never will lie.
Your daddy was a young fearful guy , he made some mistakes and was caught in a lie , daddy cheated on mommy with five other ladies, he was careless and stupid and made five other babies.
Mommy wants you , and loves you , and watched you grow , and will never leave you this she hopes you know.
I know you have questions about your dad , when you think of him you get so sad , I will answer all questions that you have in mind your dad in some ways was one of a kind.
I make this promise always and true my feelings of love are pure and true ,you are my son , my world , my friend i will love you forever there is no end.
(Dedicated to my mother , for not leaving me like my father did.)
(I love you mom always my firend always there for me.)
04/17/2012.
1:04am.
Categories:
fatherless, loss, mother, sad, dad,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Fatherless
Faded pictures and moments of disguise. Wanting only the skies limit, for these words may appear to be quite timid, but where are you? Pursue the pursuit of happiness, of just being one in life. Joy filled days and nights of all we could share. Is it fair, when no one is there? When there is nothing, to do but stare out into the wilderness, and in vision such a place, where you stood. The strength that was given to you, but it abandons you when it comes to us. Lost in a system of hopes and dreams. Wanting to be wanted, yet no one seems to understand. Braved it all alone, as the wind shatters, these tears for all to see. Calling out your name. Not in vain, as so many may claim. Insanity it could be, but the hope still remains. Dangerously close to the edge, of this unknown cyclone of feelings, dealing away the pain. These house of cards have falling. Stalling as the storm urges on. Father were have you gone?
Darius Howard
Categories:
fatherless, absence, birth, children, conflict,
Form:
Light Verse
Thought I needed you
Thought you were great
Thought you were going to
be there, but now it's
too late
Hoping and praying you
would get me out that bed
and say there's another way
Come with me I
thought you would say
Baby we family lets
Pray
Lets hold hands lets
share grace
I thought you would be there
Your eyes lied to my face
You love the streets more
than you love me
I lost you to everything
why you never hold me
Sorry to say I don't
won't you in my life I
Made it out OK
I love you but the pain
ends today.
I want a father
Really needed one to
Tell me how beautiful
I was in every way
Cant breathe don't help me
Cause I never felt a warming touch
from my Father
Only from a horny boy
I was scared that having her
I was going to lose you in
Every way but she's here to stay
I'm glad to
cause I was missing that father
piece and she fulfilled it for YOU
She completes me
And that's why a fatherless child
can
STAND TALL
Categories:
fatherless, dedication, sympathy, uplifting, me,
Form:
Free verse
There are times I have felt so alone in this world.
A feeling that's been embedded in me since I was a young, young girl.
Now I gravitate to the brightness in every situation.
Even now as I have a fatherless newborn son.
I look into his eyes and never want to feel like I failed him.
Although a relationship with his father is probably very grim.
I will do my best to fill every void in my sons precious childhood.
do all the things a father should.
From how to be a gentleman,
To which sports teams he should be a loyal fan.
Especially how to be a man of his word.
To draw lines in his life and not allow the lines to get blurred.
Being accountable for his actions in all that he does.
Because as a man you'll only be know for what your legacy once was.
So do right by people and set a high standard for you to live by.
So one day everyone can say that was one hell of a guy.
Written by Dawn Pulido
Categories:
fatherless, absence, baby, birth, childhood,
Form: