Hurt Father Poems

Being raised without a father is like living with one ear and one eye
Disabled is the way the child would feel leaving him to wish...

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Nick was hurt one bright morn
Strokes hit his brain stem, connections were torn
They carried him off the rugby field
Horror began and an old world was...

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I gave you a daughter
To have and to hold 
I gave you her gently
More precious than gold

I stitched her together
And formed her with care
Created her...

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Anger turned to joy,
With the news one day,
A little life was on the way.
Excitement in his eyes, a spark,
A future dream, a bright new start.

He...

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Cry like a man, I told my son.
Leave nothing unfelt. 
Love is scarce and may yet run
Leaving you nought but a pelt.
Be brave, for true...

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Lord, Father God, please hear my prayer
Put peace in the hearts of all men and women
Make war repulsive and vulgar, take it out of our...

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Sorry that I hurt you,

I always see you there.

I am aware how much you care,

I stare into you all day.

Trying to understand the way,

Playing a...

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Reading your words, your poems, your feelings,
it makes me hurt more than any physical beatings,
it was a glimpse in your mind, all your madness,
I read...

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It aches in my spirit,
the heartfelt music of stillness
clinging to the breath, tender
erasing the melody of gentleness
restoring the memory
a sense of what if… being revealed
on...

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To be a strong man is a lesson to learn
We must deal with heartache after we are born

No sorrow, no remorse for any man
It must...

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He sees me strong, without a care,
My dad thinks I'm tough, I swear.
But sometimes, Dad, I want to say,
"Your little girl is tired today."
The hurt...

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I am your father, the Lord in heaven.
Nothing that you say or do, gets by me!
Do not hurt others, seven times seven.

I am the one...

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It’s been years;
they are gone—
or perhaps they were never really there.
Just an illusion I crafted,
woven from the threads of longing,
veiled by the mist of my...

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I do not know who I am anymore
My life is turned upside down and sideways
I am angry
I am hurt
You think your are helping
No ...
You are...

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How do I remember
the breeze of yesteryear,
the scent of pine and maple,
the sighting of the deer.

I remember in the woods
the stars we gazed upon;
when we...

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