Best Father Son Poems

It's raining again, grey neon skies,
washing away suppressed surfaces,
to reveal unhealed wounds,
to scars the eyes cannot see

sometimes they bleed.

Some say words heal,
but I resist to express them,
because I'm afraid of my vulnerabilities,
anxious about tears I've never cried.

You only see the smile,
no one remembers that naive...

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I tried my best 
To live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
Smaller than small
So why didn't I fit?

I wonder
Now that you are gone
Who's words had you borrowed?
Did the pain you gave to me come from another's broken heart?
Was it too much...

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"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and 
can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words"
                     ...

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Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops...

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Verse 1

His coat is torn his 
shoes are thin
The cold cuts deep beneath his 
skin
Little boy coughs small 
hands that shake
Winter's breath is much to hard 
To hard to take. 

Verse 2

Sidewalk echoes silent 
prayers
People pass but no one 
cares
Cardboard kingdom borrowed 
time
Every step is...

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(For Dad ... I love you and miss you, and time doesn't help)

                    ~

Of all the loved ones chosen for that final task that saints abhor,
...

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You lost my life.
     Sharp as a knife...
     You lost a lot of things.
     Your memory in my heart
     Still sings...

Today I gave you my secrets,
All of them, the ones from Egypt,
And those from Europe, slow motion
Swimming away across the Ocean.
I...

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oh come, my dear little wee one
      what a long, full day you've had
         this is the last that you'll see sun
   but please, now, don't you be sad

the sun,...

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My Parting Gifts…

Goodbye, my son, my only king.
You are my love, your name I sing. 
My wish was more to be with you,
to be with you, and see you through.
It is my fate to leave you now. 
My dread was this, to tell you how.
I’m...

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You kept your faith with cannons flaming
when cowards left, their souls ablaze.
You kept your trust--thy will proclaiming--
from none but death to sing your praise.
Your word has always been its treasure
when pain and suffering claimed their due.
You never sought a languid pleasure
from less than what you...

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The father you do not know,
loved you since the day you were born.
Held you carefully in his arms
and promised to always keep you warm.

The father you do not know,
never wanted you to see him weak.
He held you up so high,
so you could reach the sky.

The...

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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 period in the wrong place
a question not deserving  an answer

I wonder
Now that you are gone
Who's words had you borrowed?
Did...

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There lies my heart,
          Quite ragged, torn -
               My father passed
     This brumal morn ...

How ruthless came
 ...

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(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine 
fractured in the dark? 
Where the scars are a map, inked 
not just in flesh 
but deeper in my skin? The cold
hard floor remembered...

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My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the house
sharp and sweet as a bell
tugging at the edges of the room…..

Futures are fragile
held like a delicate orchid 
between cupped...

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