Best Sadfather Poems
That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through
My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight
As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!
The Father sent His son
Down 42 generations
To save me of all of
The misery you placed
On me.
You conceived me at 42
And had nothing ready
For me, no funds,
No room, no voice,
Or any choice,
Other than the ones you made.
I had my first choice at 29
And I chose that your problems
Would no longer be mine
And I would look to the big guy
The Father to be my problem
Solver. No matter what solutes,
That are put into my mix.
Jesus, not water, the universal solvent,
At the cross already handled it.
Thanks to both fathers for all
You placed in my life.
All of them kept me fighting
Until the end
Because with Him I’ll win
And be in heaven with
All of life’s champions.
He’s alive and well
Just like me.
While you were doing
What you wanted to do
You took good care of me
One day I hope to have
My own family
And not make the
Same mistakes you
Did because I
Declare that Jesus
Is alive in me.
the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing
The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly
Sleep my son, the Father whispers
But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?
the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck
But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.
Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh
And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into
the ground.
There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
He lived by himself in a house
Near the creek.
No family would come over to speak..
All alone, in the home where not one word was shed
When Adam walks up the steps
He can hear the steps weep
And cry into depression...
He turns the light on and off
So he can have a conversation
When the light bulb flickers
There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
One day he had a knock on the door
It was his dad
That he has not seen in 20 years
Tears ran down Adam's cheeks
He can hear the flow of the river
on his veins
His dad use to beat him and he
killed his mom
His father tells him
in psy language
" I hate you "
and he walks out his life for the second time...
There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam
He was driving drunk one night
He could hear his father's thoughts
He could hear God's worries
Adam goes to his dad's house..
His dad opens the door
Adam walks into the kitchen
grabs the knife,
and cuts his dad's fingers off
So that he would not feel no more pain
His father screamed... but Adam could not hear
The creep
So then
Adam committed suicide
to haunt his father
Because he can still hear his mother weep
that's what he always heard
he's made new friends with the wind
and the clouds that argue
on rainy days
There once was a death man
Oh there once was a death man
His name was Adam......
Form:
As I look up at the starless sky
I see the weeping moon shine bright
Secretly wishing I could fly
Across the skies to were my heart truly lies
I miss my father, who’s far away leading another life with
Another wife
They have daughter beautiful as can be
I secretly wish that she was me
I never knew my father until I was grown
Now we are the best of friends
But my heart still longs for forgotten memories
That were never shared between
A father and his oldest daughter
Form:
His Anger Grows
His anger grows everyday
Due to a father who abused him in everyway.
He shows no emotions except for anger
And because of that I feel he's in danger.
Revenge is all that he seeks. He feels like he belongs with the freaks.
He carries so much inside.
He feels like he has so much to hide.
Which makes his anger grow everyday.
Because of a father who abused him in everyway.
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today the land he once sat on
remembers his story that’s never foregone
his tale spread upon the shade
that once shared his memory’s harsh blade…
his tale said:
“ In a ship sailing across the sea,
a boy was born so free.
He had beautiful green eyes
that shone at sun rise.
Warm hands always hugged him so close
for they were the soft hands of someone he knows;
the hands of his dearest mother…
The ship sailed and never stopped
and slowly, the crew grew old…
The captain was a wise and generous man
who lacked pride’s tan.
In fact, he was the father of the newborn;
the father of his wife’s son…
The captain always saw a courageous sailor in his son’s eyes
for they glistened when pondering at the wide sky
showing the recipes of courage that shall never’t die…
Thus, the captain dreamt of a day
where he could rest his ship’s sails
in the hands that shall never fail…
The boy turned ten
And enjoyed his time with men…
But one day,
a storm melted the captain’s dream into clay…
The captain’s ship was devoured by huge rocks
as their teeth dug deep into the ship’s dock…
Water seeped into the ship
drowning its crew with its wave’s grip…
The boy ran towards his mother
hoping to save her from drowning and continue their life together…
He looked everywhere for her,
but couldn’t find her…
His last hope was to find her with his father,
but this time, it was more horrible than the other…
For he found both of them swept away
by the storm’s harsh sway…
The boy ran quickly to grab them,
but instead he lost them…"
the tale stopped talking by then
for the land's tears dropped when
the boy's story was heard again...
The rage begins again in the very first verse
Because of my Dad’s sin, I have been consumed by this curse!
And so the battle rages inside of me, and things seem to get worse
You’ll see the many stages of my poetry; I’m blowing up my Father’s universe!
I express the hurt in my heart about growing up as a kid
This stress will not rest when I think of my Father and the things which he did
The anger I feel for this “stranger” grows, and haunting memories fill my head
A tear drop, I beg him to stop, and Heaven knows, I want him dead!
A childhood pain nearly driving me insane, is who I am today
My poetry is like cocaine getting me high; I am a samurai with my wordplay!
I’ve grown up a fighter, now as a writer, I’ve reached that level
And the heaviness on my heart gets lighter when, I think of feeding my Father to the devil!
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She sits in the corner, hiding her face
While trying not to be seen
She talks to herself in silent whispers
A child of only thirteen
She closes her eyes and holds her breath
Praying he passes her by
She struggles to be invisible
But his footsteps keep drawing him nigh
He screams her name with rum on his breath
She whispers a silent prayer
She prays for God to close his eyes
And not let him find her there
This corner becomes her refuge
As her father comes stumbling by
Her heartbeat fills the empty room
As she tries her best not to cry
Her father finds an empty bed
And closes his eyes to sleep
She thanks the Lord for hearing her prayer
And silently begins to weep
A haunting house voice
remained in her mind,
and the spirit cries
echoed in silence,
as the child dies.
Her soul sits in the dark,
poetic reflections, and sentiments
seem to slowly disappear,
along with it, the suffering and the fear,
her father losing faith in God,
as he paced slowly in the other room,
feeding the sadness,
and feeding the gloom,
tightening and un-tightening his aching arm,
he carried his daughter all night long,
trying to show strength,
trying to be strong.
God has many reputations,
A Saint when the sick lives,
A Demon when the sick dies,
nothing in between,
and no credit when he tries.
The father’s nerves on edge,
as he strode out of the morgue,
gladly leaving that chilly room,
and the child’s soul asks God,
“ My father says there are no Angels in the sky,
to watch over him, is that true,
I really want to know why?”
The simplest question almost slipped by,
so God replied,
“ You were the apple in his eyes,
now you’re his Angel in the sky.”