Dad Free Verse Poems

Blood falling
Down 
Down
Down

Onto the little glass shard 
    of my dads broken 
    shot glass 
I don’t know
 ...

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“Chirpy-chirpy-chirp-chirp-chirp,”
catches my ear, wakes me up.

Yes, I’ve been
awake,

but not like this
for many days.

“Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp…”
this conversation

goes on. Makes me smile.
Best part of my day?

My best self,
 ...

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I was young when my dad left;
each day was a burden on its own.
Before he left, he and my mom would always quarrel,
and I saw...

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I hear a little girl laugh
and see her sweet face
recall the days of play
the sweet cuddles and kisses
then, I am taken to her name engraved
and...

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Mosaic mahogany memories
Shatter like silver glass within me
Reflecting red reveries
Of all that could be
And never was 

Yet somehow cutting 
Inside my mind bleeds dreams
Scents of...

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daddy died alone in his home
ashtrays with cigarette butts completely hoarded his deathbed
the smell of smoke almost immediately made my eyes turn red
i regret the...

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A deep pit with a crumbling edge.
Far below,
is a muddy pool swarming with crocodilians.
There is someone with me, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child...

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I don’t have my learners permit.
I have had to be the adult my whole life.
I have had to tend to their outbursts and tantrums.
I have...

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A court-ordered fist full of responsibility.
An anonymous man, unraveling beneath the weight of his own faulty circuitry.

Infidelity sparked a chain of conformity—one so unfortunate, it...

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Hard drugs under the sunshine, 
Like feeling sick with a ‘get well soon’ sticker. 
I’m gonna get what I said, 
Sicker, 
Sucks. 
I wonder why...

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In two days I'll be turning twenty nine. All that makes me feel, is greatful. The older I've gotten, and with each year . Birthdays,...

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Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar..

Parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular...

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Day and night
Over my years
I watch
This full owl body carved from the light
Of wood
With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes 

Held in swooping flight
At...

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The foot of the table
rose up to adjust the shape of my chin.

It was a glooming, looming 3 a.m.
when I saw the bedside clock
through that...

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I wonder how addled your brain has to be
to want to suffer the slinging insults of buffoonery
Tv news showing how cartoonery 
reality has become

Each reporter...

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