Like Father Poems - Poems about Like Father

A ladder of nine rungs leads up to a loft in my home, a storehouse of memories wrapped in brown paper bags, collecting dust. Poetry books, photo albums, framed pictures of my ancestors from Ohio, the elder poet among them. What...Read the rest...

I rock in this outdoor cheap chair Its cushion foam like ice cream Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage I don’t mind Don’t need a full seat to see before me The drop off on Torch Lake Its fine line...Read the rest...

You had passed on 4 years before. It seemed to have been so long ago. I finished high school, moved far away, And was hoping to find a better way. Still, I wondered if I could thrive like you; If...Read the rest...

He lived, expressed, and passed on what he knew. It did not always taste good nor was it easy to chew. Perhaps his father also had hard-to-express emotions That remained inside him, filled with questions. Much of his DNA...Read the rest...

I rowed a boat into a lake, to clear my head from feeling addled. I forgot my big brown dog Chum, but after me he paddled. A loyal shadow in the water, but my eyes just looked...Read the rest...

his dad is in love again I have never loved a woman like this he told Matt You have to come for Christmas! She wants to meet you! Matt could not refuse his dad, so here he sits Watching...Read the rest...

In distant land where seas kiss the silvery sand, Memories wrought with colours fill my hand. Birthday veil pulls tight across the miles, Whilst shadows linger—echoes of a child's smiles. Lost in the mists of time's relentless lure, A...Read the rest...

Mom spilled hot stew, wets a pal, lap short-shorts, Dad yelled its hot, loop pool pop dive exhorts, Mom says not that sort of hot, Pip, spiced hot that's all it got? Snot tons, "Jokes--Pip, we're exports, not Hogwarts?" ...Read the rest...

Wreath laid on his tomb My voice cracks as tears stream down ...Read the rest...

a child’s love is the love that’s born to soar away … and while we may surrender our grasp to grant them leave - to press their precious wings upon the wind and chart a bearing their own, we, in all our most eager stirrings, will...Read the rest...

I try not to think about it, my friend. It's so horrible, and yet, I'm on beer ten, and I won't see you again - So, I'll tell you a secret. No, it's not what happened in...Read the rest...

That wisp of a girl claims she’s your daughter How can she be if you ain’t taught her Right from wrong when it comes...Read the rest...

Date: May 2051 10 am Damian invited every family To the end of May celebration and Family festivities. On skype with Father Hakim he recommended "Hey Dad you and Ma bring something if you can? Food Or...Read the rest...

Apple of My Eye Psalm 17:8 “Keep me as the apple of the eye*, hide me under the shadow of thy wings. “ Chorus: Apple of my eye Baby, please don't cry I'll keep you safe I'll carry you And keep you as...Read the rest...

Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE), the daughter of the famous King Sargon the Great of Akkad, is the first ancient writer whose name remains known today. Temple Hymn 15 to the Gishbanda Temple of Ningishzida by Enheduanna loose translation/interpretation...Read the rest...