Hurt Father Poems | Examples
These Hurt Father poems are examples of Father poems about Hurt. These are the best examples of Father Hurt poems written by international poets.
Your
Beat-up
Pick-up truck,
With the rattle
Somewhere deep inside,
Carries me through the night.
The windows are down, the scent
Of the day's petrichor is strong;
I've seen something new today, I feel
Like the child who once craved your attention.
But we've changed, the truck isn't silver -
Today, from now, we're eye-to-eye.
Our work, bills, meaningless things -
Whatever comes to mind,
I smile and laugh
It all away
In the back
Of your
Truck.
She was there
waiting
with the child;
she was, each day.
He didn’t know;
in isolation.
He had killed
paid the price
now they do.
My boy,
inscrutable,
mystifying his folks,
a live, moving Mona Lisa -
unknown
Shy one,
timid, withdrawn,
not uttering a peep -
we sure would like to talk to you.
reserved
Pure soul
open, guileless
trusts with an open heart
like a flower in a garden
guilt free
Mild child
patient, peaceful
would not hurt anyone -
if but more of us were like you
kindly
Thinker,
keen observer,
silently noticing,
nothing escapes your watchful eyes
wise one
It was Father's Day Sunday ~
We knew it might be his last.
Still the phone never rang.
Did our best to hide the hurt.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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 minds
Give us the sense that we were born with
Remind us that we are all spiritual beings
Spiritual beings know that love is the ultimate task
We are put here to love each other; not to hurt each other.
Let us be as child-like and open as our toddler children are
As we were when we first arrived on this plane
Remind us of our mission – to love, honor, and revere You
God is love, God is love, God is love
God is not war, God is not killing, God is not hurting.
Speak to our hearts.
Show us the way of heaven, Jesus’ way
For Thou is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory forever
Amen
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 who gave you a golden soul.
So never say, I have no Father!
You came from two parents, that was my goal.
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Sometimes in the dead of night,
I feel His presence.
My soul feels peace and I see the beauty.
I am safe.
I lay down my sword and shield and weep.
I bow my head at His feet.
I feel His hand on my head.
Nothing can hurt me in this moment.
There is no fear,
No regret,
No anxiety,
No pain,
No sadness,
Only love.
Mercy.
He hears my cries.
My prayers.
He protects me when I'm most vulnerable.
He reminds me there is a battle,
And I have a duty.
I wipe my tears and close my eyes,
May God be with us,
When we arise
Open the door and run to me.
You are life beautiful and Free.
Creating oceans and the seas.
Giving abundance as it should be.
Embracing this gift that is you
Wings unfold from your heart anew.
You are perfect in every way.
My love my child please stay.
I send you from Joy and light.
To bring this world from its plight.
Your soft heart will shine so bright.
Be aware my Love it is a fight.
Brokenness deepens their pain.
Every act brings the hurt once again.
Please remind them of life above.
For they are truly Life of Love.
I’m so lost
I don’t know the direction I’m going
It feels so lonely being away from you
I’m here dreaming life with you
It’s different
Losing myself to you
It’s a matter of time
If my dreams for us come true
I use to know the path
Meet the girl
Marry her
Have a family
But it’s all been destroyed
Now I’m lost
Since the day
You asked for a divorce
You’re gone now
My hate for you is gone
All of what you put me through
It hurt like hell
After years past
You left this world leaving our son with me
Now I’m putting his heart back together
We are both lost
My biggest most gigantic fear, the child Edward said
Is of Mr. Stay Puff Marshmallow man; I want him dead.
The mother who had been sorting out her husband’s shed
Did not know what to say; this was the blame of Ed.
You obviously do not know what you have done
This Ghost Buster binge watching has hurt your son.
She watched them together watch it one more time.
They clutched each other and screamed in rhyme.
Mr. Stay Puff Marshmallow is a terror said Ed.
I want him to die, his son said. I want him dead!
Mommy realized at this moment it was a bonding thing.
So, she tiptoed out quietly, and did not change a thing.
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined within
banished,unvoiced by him,
embittered by his own hurt,
a scarred child 'neath his hairshirt.
In the past,his crippled emotions lay
imprisoned,unsaid,'til his dying day.
Emotion=inhibition | Year Posted 2010
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined within
banished,unvoiced by him,
embittered by his own hurt,
a scarred child 'neath his hairshirt.
In the past,his crippled emotions lay
imprisoned,unsaid,'til his dying day.
| Year Posted 2010
She comes to me with tear-stained eyes
Snuggles close and gently sighs,
“He said to me,” she whispered low,
“I do not love you. I must go.”
I put my arms around her,
I held her tight.
I told her he was probably not her kind
A finer young man soon she would find
“Another time, another place,” she agreed,
I knew her heart was breaking, indeed.
I put my arms around her,
I held her tight.
It was like when she was a little squirt
Coming to papa when her heart was hurt,
The joy of my life is being there for her
My eyes welled up, my words were a blur.
I put my arms around her,
I held her tight.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written July 17, 2021
edited slightly July 18, 2021
especially for "I See Love" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
In this cluttered attic of my mind,
I harbor so many memories of Daddy.
The ones that make me smile
and those that hurt are inextricable.
from "Left Behind" posted February 4, 2021
entered in the Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest placed 9th of 10
February 17, 2021
I shall never forget the day he died
And how I felt deep down
In the pit of my stomach
A complex man does not excuse
Or explain how he treated me.
Abusive fathers remain for a lifetime
Never going away
Leaving scars in the mind
That seldom entirely hide themselves
But emerge from time to time
To hurt again.
I shall never forget the day we buried him
My siblings shed copious tears
And mourners, who did not understand,
Wondered why I was dry-eyed
But, I cried a million tears inside.