Hurt Father Poems | Examples
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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
Ever the faint of heart gets lost unto themselves and dine,
Ever the moon does wane where in her light fades out dark night,
Ever the wind does blow away sorrow of a fools plight,
Ever the sun rise' up to greet morning's new breath so bright,
Even the man who sings his one daughter to sleep and dream,
Even the man who cares endless to see her go care free,
Even the man who longs to see the glint her eyes do gleam,
Even the man who's hurt her heart before can be redeemed,
Ever the bark of the old tree stands firm wrinkled and wise,
Ever the leaves may fall to give room for new life to rise,
Ever the roots go deep down in the earth to drink her sighs,
Ever the fruit that's ripe and falls to give new hope arise,
Even the man who molts his skin to give way to new life,
Ever the man who's hurt who's loved can let go of his strife.
Five days late…
His birthday almost forgot-
but not quite…
The hurt lingered deep.
A small package arrived
addressed to him--
Special
from Dad.
Inside: a watch.
A big boy gift,
for sure.
Gold and bright,
crystal light,
backstamped RollX--
a boy’s treasure,
for sure
Too large for his wrist.
No matter.
He would grow tall,
just like his Dad.
The watch was perfect,
just like it was,
Worn each day with pride--
a symbol
of genuine love and dedication…
How priceless
he was in Dad’s eyes…
Proof.
Scratches
and a flaking finish
didn’t matter.
Neither did
the crack across the face,
or the fact
that it always read
a bit after two.
A good polish--
and it was
good as new.
Like the day
he got it.
Five days late.
Struggle
Every day is a struggle,
Like a huddle
With myself In my head,
Wondering if it will end
Everyday you control my mind
Like a bind
A never ending bond
Of trauma
And drama
And running to my mama
I try to be happy
But I wish it was permanently
My mind is tired of this daily struggle
Just trying to be the kid
Who loved to cuddle
Struggle
I think the hardest things
Are about letting him hurt
When I know the suffering is real.
Letting him choose to do what he can
And can't
And knowing I can't help..
I can't ask for more of him
Because there's nothing left
And he needs encouraging
Especially when I'm worried it's not enough.
It's impossible to balance wants and needs
When I want him to live
But need him to feel loved.
When I worry about his health
And struggle with my own..
Our children always come first,
Shouldn't they?
My abilities fall short of the requirement
And in this, he's just like me.
I'm failing him, Myself, My family.
And there's nothing more to do
That's not already being done.
Nothing I
can
do, anyways.
I've nothing left, either.
My actions lack kindness, gentleness,
And my inner strength is insufficient.
I feel like no man at all.
I’m not even strong enough to love
Properly love
The man I've raised.
Growing up is hard--
Thought I'd do it better by now,
And yet, I've far to go.
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 he would die
Where are the fathers that are making the babies these days
Being a father isn't a game or just a short phase
It's a gift, a privilege and a responsibility
You can't disappear then reappear when that child is a teen
They need you because most things come in pairs
Do you really think the child would turn out right with you not being there
From day one it needs to hear the sound of your voice
Being made and brought into the world wasn't that child's choice
Child support won't cut it to view your problem solved
Being there financially isn't the only thing involved
The judge forced you to do that to make up the time away from me
It's better to be there for your child than to be called "Father Deadbeat
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 lovely
Then born to me bare
Was bare as a baby
I held her to me
Then she upturned her gaze
Looked sweetly at me
You gave me no child
But something unfinished
Deformed and ugly
So twisted and blemished
Creature of sorrow
I’d spare you the image
All blackened and shadowed
Reflecting your visage
You moulded it thus
Concocted its nature
Then expected me
To cherish and nurture?
Despicable steward!
You hurt my daughter
Distorted her image
And raised her for slaughter.
Despising my glory
Dismissing her worth
Her face my reflection,
The salt of the earth
Revise your destruction
Bring her to water
Where her soul pants for me
Drink up, my daughter.
Returned to me, my child
Now forever mine
Born again in my blood
Sweet fountains of wine.
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
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 begin in childhood when your mind can ascend
Be tough with reality to see things as they are
To get beat over and over until you can't take no more
Fall down on your knees because your heart is weak
Try not to cry when you're trying to speak
We just get back up with standards and pride
Putting one foot in front of the other and don't break a stride
A smile on our face hides the hurt and pain
Distinguishing ourselves from a weak man of shame
No one to comfort us because we won't let you
Looking straight forward is the mindset we have to go through
It's a dangerous world if a man let it be
Because the man is an endangered species only if you could see
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 I hide, it makes me down,
A heavy heart, a crappy crown.
They think I don't, but I care deep,
For all the people I want to keep.
I think of them, I worry so,
About the people that I know.
My love for them is big and true,
But sometimes they make me feel blue... Even Dark blue
Like I'm not wanted, left behind,
A lonely feeling, hard to find
The words to say, the pain to share,
Just wishing someone would be there.
Is it AI or human written?
This is almost certainly human written.
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.
Pen only poetry that makes me so proud.
Nothing crude, nor crass, nor brazen or loud!
Just great poetry, that makes me proud
1/20/2024
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 were cold, we made
a fire;
back when I was
your son.
Before things hurt,
never betrayed,
so innocent
were we,
back when we camped
at dogwood
by the Chris Columbus tree.
How fondly I remember
that we could catch no fish,
but when we saw
some falling stars
I knew to make
a wish.
So wonderful
the forest, then,
my fondest memory;
for only when we bivouacked
were you a dad to me.
I still recall that fateful day you came
To bless us—a day over three decades
Back, but still fresh in mind filled with self-blame,
So deep has been my guilt, it never fades.
I well can understand you were upset—
So hurt that I was not there to take you
In father’s fond arms, his proud eyes nigh wet,
No less than you, my child, the day I rue.
Mayhap, you had no time even to weep,
Nor wait for me many a mile apart,
Your mother in a deeply induced sleep,
You left alas soon as came, broken heart,
Perhaps for a more sanguine warmer perch,
To leave us in a pointless life-long search.
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Sonnet |10.12 2008| daughter, father
“If someone handed you a box with
everything in it- that you had ever lost,
what is the first thing you would look for?”
At once, I stirred with opened eyes!
The doorbell rang- I left my bed
for the front door- found a surprise
on what the big box label said.
“Here's everything you've ever lost-
inside this box for you to find!”
My years of searching with exhaust-
will now relax my worn-out mind.
At once, I chose which loss hurt more;
a treasure gone- no more to hold-
held dear from many years before;
a sheaf of papers, worn and old.
My father's poems- never eyed
all through the years that he was here;
found only after he had died-
and reading them brought on a tear.
For then I knew- I'd carried on
his gift for writing poetry-
and even so, with years now gone,
his talent lives and grows in me.
And now, I have them once again-
no longer searching where they went.
No matter where, the why, or when;
they're back with me, now heaven-sent!
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