Best Fatherme Poems
Daddy wants to touch and kiss,
Being invisible would be bliss
No more hiding behind locked doors
No more the screams of father’s whores
Run through the woods to cry in peace
Maybe then the beating would finally cease
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Sob in silence, in pain I cry
Pray the lord will let me die
Cannot leave, cannot stray
I’ve been bad, he says I’ll pay
He watches me and haunts my dreams
Does daddy even here my screams?
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Saw that boy at school today
I beg my fears please go away
Bite my lip, hold my tongue
Please let his guesses all prove wrong
I just hope he doesn’t see
The piece of daddy that hides in me
I could die forever, but for reverie
Being invisible, me, no one will miss
He cannot see me, he wouldn’t care
Hated again I could not bear
Trapped myself away from him
All in all dad, he still wins
To not love the boy I’ve spied
My poor heart has finally died
I could die forever, but for reverie
But I am invisible, and he will never see
As far I knew he always cared as I got
older he was always there when times
wasn't so bright he was my light now
that you are gone how can I go on When
I was fifteen I thought I knew each and
everything but When the tides came in
you were my friend When I got married
I cried and cried all day knowing my
daddy gave me away my daddy told me that
no one can take your place from that day
on I knew I could count on my daddy there's
no one in this world like my daddy I want
my unborn son to be like my daddy
Now my daddy is gone to a better place
where others can sing his grace I will
keep a smile on my face and I will hold
a special place in heart for my one and
only daddy there's no one in this world
like my daddy.
Copyright@July2005
Form:
I followed in your footsteps as you walked.
My small feet fit inside them.
You were big and strong like superman,
But you didn't scare away the monsters
That kept me awake at night.
Your voice,
Never the one to lull me to sleep
with stories of princesses and happy endings.
Emotions were hidden,
Forbidden to surface.
I used to sit and wonder,
What I had done for you to shut me out.
A little girl,
Trying to fit into a mans' world.
But my feet were too small,
And I was not a boy
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A Rambling Poet
There’s always been a significant person
Who has guided me through life
And taught me everything
A growing girl should learn,
From counting all my numbers,
To knowing how life can be cold.
My gratitude rewards this person
For, I was not easy to train,
Oft’ times I turned my shoulder cold
I believed I knew everything.
I just wanted to be young and live,
And tried to stray too many times to count.
I’ve grown beholden of the things I’ve learned.
My knowledge floods in large quantities,
Through my veins, from the veins of a special being.
Accepted, and hoarding his words, entirety
My mind suppressing reality of his un-beating hearts coldness
Building castles in air, deceiving myself that he might live.
~”I walk solitaire, but not alone”~
Through the graveyard, choked by after-life.
His name on the monument, bold & stone cold.
I run my hand across the surface, and embrace it whole
Suffer the etching through my fingertips, I’ve new things to learn
“He” isn’t really here, only his flesh and bones.
I close my eyes to preserve it all, and count to 10.
Within that 10 seconds, his spirit enlightens my company,
Sits with me, we discuss everything
“I taught you a lot, especially these things of cold,
I know what I promised, I know what a special person
I was to you. But Randa you must now learn
To do things on your own. In the way of your own life.”
~”I shan’t forget the words he left me with…”~
“Pass my knowledge to my grandsons, for them to learn.
I see already you’ve taught Logan to count.
Princess, you know I’m still here, even though my flesh is cold
And, even though now I cant do every little thing
That I could when my blood flowed, I can live on through your life
And spiritually lead you to be who you want, as a person”
Then my daddy faded away, and everything
Went back to the way it was. Like numbers
On a clock, must be wound to keep it’s life.
©2011-06-23
Miranda Lambert
Contest: Writing In The Sublime ~
Father, where are you?
Please come dry my tears
There is no one to hear me
And erase all my fears.
Father, where are you?
It's been far too long
That your arms held me
Tightly,safely,and strong
Father, where are you?
When I turn off the light
Can you tuck me into bed
And kiss me good night.
Father,where are you?
I held your photo today
And hoped your smile
Would brighten my day
Father, where are you?
Did you hear me today?
As I whispered your name
And wept from the pain
Father, where are you?
I hope you found joy
In Gods home in heaven
with Mom and the Lord.
Father, Where are you?
Are you watching me write?
Are you filled with pride
As I kiss my kids goodnight?
Father, Where are you?
I've been very blessed
My husband is a good man
And our children are the best
Father, where are you?
I just want you to see
The wonderful foundation
That you helped build for me
Father, where are you?
I want to know that you know
You are with me every moment
And with me everywhere I go.
Father, where are you?
You are in my kids faces,
And in love that we share.
Every day I feel you so near.
I Love you Dad.
Happy Fathers Day
His hands were wrinkled and scarred from a life of grueling toil,
From years spent working in a factory and tilling the loamy soil.
They were firm but gentle hands that disciplined me as a boy;
Hands that could fix anything, especially a broken toy.
Daddy's hands were always there to help neighbors in despair.
His gnarled hands were folded when chatting with God in prayer.
With devout hands he studied the Bible for his daily meditation,
And they held his Bible in Sunday School teaching religious education.
When from the path I strayed, his hands steered my direction.
With gentle hands he held mine when giving needed correction.
When life seemed to overwhelm me and I became discouraged,
His hands lay upon my shoulders to ensure that I was encouraged.
Affectionate hands held Mother's hands as they advanced in age,
To assure her of his love and all her anxieties to assuage.
He considered his grandchildren God's own precious treasure,
And cuddled them in his hands with a love beyond all measure.
His hands embraced four sons whom he loaned to serve the nation.
Respectful hands honored his nation's flag with great dedication.
During life's quest, with time-worn hands, so much he sacrificed,
But was rewarded when he reached out to touch the face of Christ!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
There was time when I thought you would be there forever,
When I thought you would be there for me when I needed you,
Yet I was wrong for time separated us and I had to let you walk your path.
Yet I wished to follow but I knew it was not my time,
So I had to give up and not look back,
But look forward carrying your memory with me in my every step.
Suddenly,
I realize that all that I know now is because of you,
That you were a guide placed by God for me,
To prepare me for my next step.
Yet,
How I wish you were there in my graduation,
How I wish you would be there next to me on my big day,
How I wish you would be there to carry your grandson the same way you carried
me when I was born.
Looking back at old pictures makes the tears come pouring down,
Seeing you looking up at me through the frame on the wall depresses me,
It reminds me of the time I wasted when I could have been there holding your hand.
Thinking of all this will remind me to hold up your name,
To see your judgment before my every step,
To understand your wisdom in all that you thought me.
Even though time has separated us physically,
You are there inside me burning brightly like a candle that’s light will never fade,
For I am the living part of you that will stand up to your morals,
For there was a time.
Imagine for one moment
That nothing could go wrong
Everything so perfect
Family ties so strong
That’s when it shreds you
From inwards way out
Happiness is your weakness
Doom will find you, no doubt
It will outcast your loved ones
As quick as a “how are ya, hi”
Strike, their out, so quickly
You don’t even get to say goodbye
Then the question lingers
In a swelling part of your brain
“Is my life worth living…
Without them helping me refrain?”
He promised me a promise
He would protect me all my life
Well now he’s gone, and left me.
Go ahead, and unsheathe your knife.
I have to endure life without him now
My Dad, My Superman
If only he knew the pain I’m suffering
He would hold my small face in his big hand
OH Dad, I need that nurture,
Some thoughts I must exclude
Suppress the darkness where I’ve been
For, I can’t stand it without you
-Miranda Lambert-
It sucks not knowing my dad, I think about him everyday.
But I wonder in my heart if he would have loved me anyway.
I wonder if he's out there, somwhere, just trying to find me.
Or is he sittin on his couch as happy as can be?
He's missed me growing up, and playing different sports.
He's never gotten the chance to take me shopping for shorts.
I wish I could see him, or at least give him a hug.
Or would he brush me off like I was an ugly bug?
Tears roll down my face, when I think of him.
But I also know my chances of finding him are slim.
In the end i'm grateful for at least knowing my mother.
She's always been here for me and thats why I love her.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Last night was tough
Last night was cruel
Last night was much affliction
Last night was no renewel
Up and working late
Avoiding any focus
As thoughts of you took over
Took me low as crocus
I felt like breaking down
But in the office I just couldn't
I'm scared to show emotion
Even though I know I shouldn't
9 pm is finally here
I head out to the Blazer
Start up the ignition
And then become a gazer
I realize my zoning
I bring myself around
To hear on the radio
A quite familiar sound
Guns 'n Roses floods my mind
Paradise city is what I hear
My lips start to sing it
And my voice becomes unclear
My heart tells me it's you
Comforting my grief
Showing me your there
Then i'm flustered with relief
For me this isn't easy
Never expected you to go
Last night you paid a visit
Another night I grieved with woe
((Losing your father is the hardest thing to ever happen
to you when your a Daddy's girl, I'm sure most of my poems
will have his dedication, this helps me release the pressure of
his thoughts, and releive my mind! ))
THANK YOU ALL, for reading and enjoying my poems!
-Miranda Lambert-
I waited long that day in June
when you said you’d be back by noon,
but more hours passed... so tense and slow
and why she cried I didn’t know.
“Don’t worry mum, he’ll be home soon”
The wireless aired your fav'rite tune
about the river and the moon;
my silent tears began to flow.
I waited long…
…that night in June, on desert’s dune
your love for me lay torn and strewn.
Without a word you chose to go
and not return to see me grow,
yet still I yearned your safe cocoon…
...I waited long.
** I was four years old when my dad left. Forty years on I can still remember that day
like it was yesterday. He didn't make any contact until 20 years later... too little, too
late. He passed away a few years ago, but I couldn't bring myself to attend his funeral.
How are things in ‘heaven’?
Is it like they say?
Is it awesomely wonderful?
If I were to imagine, would it blow me away’?
Do you remember...the old rope swing you made for me?
You pushed me to the sky,
The fishing pole you bought for me
The trout stream...you and I?
Do you remember… special times, like Christmas?
Family dinners we’d enjoy
Chicken & noodles…your favorite
Topped off with blueberry pie
I feel you driving for me,
When roads are snowy cold
I feel you reassuring me,
As I know I’m growing old
When I ache from missing you,
I think of where you are
It’s then your comfort calms me,
I know you are not far
I feel your watchful presence,
Tending to your kin
One day we’ll be together,
To love and live again
Form:
Today, I want to tell you something dad,
Which makes me feel very glad!
You are my best friend,
On whom I can always depend.
I remember,
The times we have spent together.
Talking and arguing,
Laughing and fighting,
Singing and dancing,
Reading and cracking jokes,
Also teasing our folks.
Commenting on new advertisement,
Was our favourite form of entertainment.
Sometimes we would watch weird movies,
And enjoy trying new pastries at Monginis.
You were and are a wonderful cashier,
Who always supported me in studies and career.
You have faced a lot of trouble,
To make me independent and able.
I am proud to be your daughter,
And I know I can never return your favour.
Today I understood,
Since I am in this phase of motherhood,
How my husband takes care of me,
Actually, indirectly for his child to be.
Like me, my child will also be fortunate,
To have you as grandfather is something very great.
I sincerely pray my wish comes true,
That my husband should also become a ‘father’ like you!
Hold me close
little one
I will love you
forever
hold me close
now
hold me tight
now
I will give you all you need
lay your head down
rest your eyes
take a breath, little one
go to sleep, go to sleep
I love you
little son.
Form:
In your mother's eyes I catch the first sight
A miracle in our lives so vibrant and bright
The pride of all married folk
A pride we will soon revoke.
Kicking into the air, you're inaugurated into my life
As I teach you everything I know.
You looked up to me with your innocent eyes
A curse that the heavens will bestow.
Your trust in me became resentment
As you grew thinking you knew more.
All I sacrificed for you
Faced my worst fears, endured your mother's tears, holding fate tightly near,
You failed to appreciate
And instead turned away from me
To you I began to depreciate
As you turned soonest to the sea.
And those eyes are still the same
But everything around them has changed.
I raised you to be the best
You turned out as bad as the rest.
Children are sweet in their innocent youth
Believing what you say and saying what they mean.
But it seems this world twists and turns
Changing the once pure inner soul.
And with a flip of a switch, a turn of the knob
The child you knew turns against you.
But can we say we were surprised?
We did the same to our fathers.
Rebelled, as we beheld rage
We too were once miracles and now we're living hell
As the maturity of time grips and makes us bitter
Bitter is time's emitter.
So let us return to those who bore us
Set an example for our offspring to mimic us
Because without em, there won't be anyone left to mourn us.