Angst Father Poems

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs

This is not a sad poem,
but...

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Son, don't stand there with that cold stare and judge me
When I twist the cap and pour a glass and tilt my head gently

Just know...

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It’s time to drain what’s behind the walls
It’s time to drain what’s behind my brain
It’s time to drain what’s behind the walls 
Come on now...

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I’m laying here not knowing who I am
Bleeding drains my soul 
Lost my way of who I am
Drifting eyes looking up
Crazy glazed 
Closing my mind...

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in hills where buffaloes roam

i brew coffee in my home

excess grounds water cold

bitter stale much too bold

grateful when my wife gets home.
...

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i life
Reflections in the mirror increase resentment.
Tarnished heart pursues vengeful contentment
Disillusioned, you hide in fictitious make believe,
possessed by demons who purblind and deceive.
In your bogus...

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Between Your Words

Dad
I tried my best 
to live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
smaller than small
Like a comma that didn't fit
a...

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Father you have taught me many things
     Like how to hurt alone because you won't talk to me
   ...

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The feeling of doubt is when you have emptiness in your heart
Your thoughts when your brain won't function the sadness and depression is consuming the...

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I feel it in the pit of my stomach and
in the stinging of my eyes. I try
to blink it away to
turn my back to the...

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I know a place where I've told you once
That if I've told you once it was a thousand times
To let me make the mistakes and...

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Goodbye daddy 

Dear daddy I hope you can hear this
Part of me really hopes you can
But part of me thinks that you can't 
And then...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving,...

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Beneath the astral sky, where quiet sings,
I muse on days of love and painful things.
A question stirs, dear father, guiding star,

Am I a fool to...

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Oh, Father Dear!

When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and...

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