Like A Father Poems - Poems about Like A Father

At a corner table in the morning haze, Steam rose from cups in softened glaze. A couple sat — greyed by time’s hand, But something cracked beneath the bland. He flipped the menu like a sacred test, Each word a blur on a burdened chest. But hunger wasn’t what he fought — It was battles that the world forgot. A waiter came, displaced...

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The world, my son is one big market people buying, people selling some winning, some just walking through. I was once a loud voice in it Trading dreams, chasing deals but today, I feel quiet like the shop is closing. Lying here, I hear something a whisper, maybe a name and I think it’s time to pack my things. Son, listen to me life is trade and timing. When...

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Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat At every step, their shadow guides me, My father, steady as an oak in the breeze, my mother, tenderness in all that feeds. Their hands wove the thread of my fate, with patience, love, and a steady gait. Though time may rush and the world may spin, my heart always flows back to...

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I FEEL SHATTERED INTO PIECES LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR. I CAN'T SEE MY REFLECTION ANYMORE. THERE'S A PIECE OF MY HEART MISSING THAT CAN'T BE REPLACED BY ANYTHING BUT MY SON. I HUG MYSELF TO FEEL COMFORT AND ACT LIKE IT'S MY SON HUGGING ME. WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN I PROMISE.........

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When I was born, there was no one to hold my mind. Only a faded sky and a mother trembling above a forgotten prayer. My thought was born fatherless. And I raised it alone, with hands dirty from paramedics and alphabet. I wrote before I spoke. I spoke before I was heard. And still I search in all the words I never dared to write....

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We sparkle when we feel aligned We flicker when its too much inside. Overstimulated when sanity is compromised. Flash there goes time, and you Lived a life full of sin without confessions. Always thinking he will save me. Yet, you overcompemsated for your own lack of time, causing a pause the day before the end of time....

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At twenty-six, a gentle flame, A golden heart, a glowing name. With grace she walks, with light she stands, A scholar's mind, with helping hands. What once began with drinks and cheer, Evolved into a bond so dear. Not bound by blood, but something more, A kindred soul I now adore. She’s laughter in the darkest night, She’s wisdom when the path’s not right. An...

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In a mother’s eyes no flaw is visible her heart a quiet refuge a place that always says welcome. In a lover’s gaze every glance carries meaning but her heart can feel like a clinic open only to wounds that don’t bleed too deep. In a father’s world tears are tucked away love spoken in silence offered through actions, never words. But in a lover’s world tears are...

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a black dress an open casket friends and family all around me, trying to reach me i couldn’t hear them, not at all the only thing i could look at was the face i once knew, the face that was my lifeline laying lifeless in front of me....

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I was born in absence— not just of a father, but of the myth of one. Raised by silence, I searched for manhood in shadows and wounds. My name is Oedipus rewritten— not in fate, but in affection never given. My sister wears men like seasons, because no one taught her what protection felt like. A home is soul-architecture: a mother to nurture, a father to protect. Remove one— the child...

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O brilliant son of the desert, You rose through the maze of your House With precision sharper than a blade. The future trembles beneath your feet— But power, untempered by wisdom, Is a fire that devours its bearer. Do not chase the glory of empires too fast. Rome was not built in one day— And neither shall a just Arabia. You cannot serve two...

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A good man walks through life with quiet strength, carrying himself with dignity while lifting others along the way. He speaks with honesty even when the truth is difficult, and his word can be trusted completely. You can see his character in small moments—how he treats someone who can do nothing for him, the patience...

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The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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There was a time when you stood at the center of my sky, and I, small, humble, gazed upward in awe, letting your brilliance shape my world. Every word you spoke carved meaning into silence, every gesture gave weight to the air. I was nothing but a shadow you cast, grateful for the light. But I see now what I could not see then— the sun blinds...

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My son, When the ancestors lit the candle of your destiny, We sang for you in the wind, We carved your name into the stars And called you Moses for your people. But you— You danced in marble halls built on bones, You became fluent in the language of betrayal. They did not give you power— They gave you a costume, A borrowed mask with...

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