Angst Father Son 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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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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There in the corner of the living room 
on a loveseat meant for two 
now only resides one
there he sits, by a warm fireplace
its occupant...

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Jinxed juvenile slithers, withers unseen.
Feeling the angst of earlier guilt trips,
A Christian conscience and its censorships -
this golden-haired boy was not born to glean. 
Mind...

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My father waits at his table
                   ...

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Boy at the lake's shore
         skims flat stones on its surface
      ...

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I grew to fear my dad
            he’d often beat me for the slightest thing.
A...

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Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me

Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a...

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Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th, 2021

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
flush with adventure overflowing excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
culmination...

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I heard them come long before they came,
Repetitious stomps heard from far away.
Their steady beat mimicked my heart,
As dread conceived to pull me apart.
This wasn't...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I can recall the day my mum taught me how to make a whistle; it was the same day dad came home from the war...

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Sitting here by your baby bed,
Many thoughts going through my head,
Praying God protect you from harm,
Yearning to hold you in my arms.

Go to sleep, my...

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