Tree Father Daughter Poems

i took a poop into a green  pot
and planted plenty of seed
i then nurture it with my love 
And sprinkled in with my pee...

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Whenever did the waters change
And the moonlight cease to be enticing
And the cherry tree by the window
Not blossom enough

For you to have outspoken
All the kind...

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Beneath a sanctuary of the tree

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Wake up in the midnight,
Staring at the window outside
It slightly far above my sight
A little girl’s hands folded
Cries out in pain
I can read her facial...

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" GOD UNDERSTANDS WHEN MAN DON'T "  " Whatever I have did or have done in this life, " God " still loves me,...

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Thin flares of magenta flap tantalizingly
From the top of the backyard plum tree.
The kite!
Dad made it for me only yesterday!
How was I to know it...

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A rainbow stallion
hailed, as if a cab.
I laid a hundred bucks
under his leather saddle.
I stepped into the stirrups,
then whipped onto
his primeval back.
I’d been expecting him.
An...

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You're nothing
You're a disgrace
You've been dishonored
You've been unmasked
For the villain
That you are.


You know not
What true love is
You know not
The meaning of family.


All you know is...

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears...

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You captured my heart
Right from the first instant
Strong broad shoulders
Toned firm body
Lean and so tall
To me you seemed a giant
In stature and standing
But it was...

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Who was granted his wish
A Happy Father's Day
I honor you and pray
Time to notice all you have done
To makes us as one
Life has been enjoyed
Filled...

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So well loved by their children.
Our life coaches in how to play
this intricate game of life.
Cleverly guiding us on this highway 
with directions.
Remember your Dad...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Alive, yet shaken to the
core of her lovely bones
youngest offspring unexpectedly
lost control of vehicle and groans

papa unable to comfort her,
she inconsolable sobbing tears
muffling thru telephones
safe...

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My seven-month-old daughter, beside herself
with swirling fascination, has unfolded
her tiny arm a bridge for Christmas elves’
safe passage, unconcerned she’s being scolded
by Papa Grinch - who’s...

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