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Abby1963

Daddy

Daddy daddy
why did you make me cry?
All I ever wanted was my father !
You couldn't be bothered !
I wonder if you even remember me ?
You chose one daughter and left us three !
Yeah,you said we have a new father
In my heart I knew you were my daddy!
To this day I sometimes cry,
For a daddy who left me behind
We lived 20 minutes away from eachother
never knew it !
You had a lot to be proud of
You wouldn't give us a chance
My Mom got sick
You called me
Said I hung up
That's a lie !
I called you back
Hoping my daddy might want me back !
All you said is that you were sick
Asked if you could see mom?
I got the chance to say no !
If you only knew
my mom never stoped loving you
Don't think you cared
You were a very selfish man
Now your gone
I shed a tear or two
For a daddy i never knew
All my questions will forever remain unanswered
thanks to you!!!
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
I'm sure it was for the best for me but this is how I feel sometimes
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Lyfryter103

To My Daughter

It's not easy for me
To write this letter
But I can promise you
Things will get better

After I'm gone
Don't grieve over me
Live a life of joy
Not one of misery

There's so many things
I never got to tell you
But you're always in my heart
Believe me, it's true

You were the reason
I fought for so long
Because of you
I was remaining strong

But now it seems
My end is near
All that was confusing
Is now so clear

These thoughts in my head
Have been such a bother
I feel like I've failed
As a real father

I feel as if though
I could have done more
Why didn't this ever
Occur to me before

There are many regrets
Of things I've done
But rest assured
You are definitely not one

I don't know why
Things turned out this way
I wish I had the words
But I don't know what to say

But please understand
It's not death I fear
It's the fact that never again
Will I hold you near

I can't carry you to bed
When you've stayed up late
Or wait on you to come home
From your first date

I'll never take you shopping
For that dress that's just right
Or see you coming down the stairs
As you leave for prom night

You can't imagine
My absolute frustration
That I won't be there
For your graduation

I hate the fact
I won't be there to see
When you're up on stage
Receiving your college degree

I wish I could meet the man
Who commits his life
To loving and cherishing you
As his wonderful wife

I'm sorry I won't be there
To walk you down the aisle
Wearing that long white dress
And your beautiful smile

I'll never meet my grandchildren
Watch them run and play
Meeting their grandfather
They'll never see that day

Sweetheart, I write this
With all the love in my heart
But now I feel
I'm about to depart

Keep me in your memories
I'll always be there
With my last breath, I say
Farewell and take care
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
In this are elements of the sad stories I've heard. Being a father myself, I hope this is a letter I'll never have to write.
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Lyfryter103

Broken-hearted Girl

With tears in her eyes
She passed me by
I could feel her pain
While I watched her cry

Who could be so cruel
To break her heart
And let her world
Just fall apart

I wanted to take her
And hold her tight
To let her know
It will be alright

I wish I could take away
Her grief and sorrow
And promise her
A brighter tomorrow

Would it do any good
Would it make her day
I thought "I'm going to try"
As I walked her way

I take a deep breath
And then exhale
What will happen next
There's no way to tell

As she sits down on a bench
She stares into the distance
Focused on one spot
Giving nothing else a glance

I slowly approach her
Nervous about this meeting
Look at her with a smile
And give her a greeting

How are you today
And she weakly replied
Not that you care
But my spirit has died

My dreams have been shattered
My hopes have been killed
There's a huge hole in my heart
That can never be filled

Thank you for asking
But can you really relate
To this situation I'm in
And this life that I hate

I responded with a smile
If only you knew
The mental turmoil
And heartbreak I've been through

So as we talked
She seemed to open up more
Realizing she's not as alone
As she thought she was before

She started to smile
Her words carried laughter
I'm hoping she'll remember
This meeting from hereafter

She looked at me and said
I now have a reason to believe
There's more I can do
Than just pout and grieve

As I got up to leave
She gave me a hug
And said thanks for helping me
Out of this hole I've dug

I pray her heart
Can now start mending
And her life will have
A happy ending
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Inspired by so many good women and men who just want to experience true love and the heartache they encounter while in that search.
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branksome

Tides of Night

I draw the drapes
Shut out the night
Now the day has gone
And another battle won
What is this fight
It’s the machine which
Ever assails the itch
Which is to create
There is no time
When fatigue defeats
There is no quiet
As sirens split the night
Or dogs howl
In bright moonlight
Take heed for sleep
that little taste of death
Another day will dawn
And bear the tide
Of repeated dreams
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Posted: Jan 2015
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Lyfryter103

Philophobia

As my heart beats
It's throbbing with pain
People come and go
But memories remain

I know it's my fault
That my heart keeps breaking
Because of the mistakes
I keep making

The problem seems to be
I don't know what I do wrong
But I know this curse
Has gone on for too long

One right after another
My relationships fail
It seems I'm trapped
In a lover's hell

I want to love
And be loved in return
But I'm scared of hurting
And scared of getting burned

I'm so worried I'll mess up
Like all the times before
I'm sick of the confusion
I can't take much more

Each day I pray for rain
To hide my streaming tears
And walk with my head down
Trying to ignore my fears

If I didn't need this heart
To pump blood through my veins
Could I tear it out
And escape my pains

So I ask myself
As I stare at the stars above
Is this to be my life
Living in fear of love
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by those who fear love not for what it brought but rather what it left them with.
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Lyfryter103

Burning Bridges

It's the very last one
In terrible condition
And underneath it
The abyss to perdition

I look at this bridge
It's wooden planks rotten
Corroded by sins
I have long forgotten

And the ropes are frayed
From which these planks are hung
Shredded and weakened
Because of my sharp tongue

The supporting posts
On both ends are leaning
Weighted down by my words
Hurtful and demeaning

It would be dangerous
To try and cross
So I'll shed a tear
For each individual loss

I don't think I could make it
I'm honestly too scared to try
But nobody would care
If I now live or die

I can't say I blame them
After all I've done
All these games I've played
For nothing to be won

It sways back and forth
Gently as it's creaking
It sounds almost as if
It's barely speaking

As I listen closely
I know what it's asking for
Nothing will ever be
Like it was before

There's nobody to blame
The fault is mine alone
Severing all ties
Might be the best way to atone

I'm the reason I'm here
This fact can't be denied
I whispered a farewell
To all on the other side

The smell of gasoline
As I pour, fills the air
Then I strike a match
With a hissing flare

As the fire spreads
The bridge is consumed
And when I disappear
I'm sure my death will be assumed

I've burned all the bridges
This one being my last
Soon I'll be nothing more
Than a memory of the past

I know I'm hated
For the person I am
A person who doesn't
Really give a damn

The truth is I do care
For some reason it doesn't show
So this heartless son of a b----
Is all people know

The engulfing flames finally
Eat away at the bridge
And it falls to burning remains
Hanging from the ridge

It's done everybody
Now I'll take my leave
I'm sorry for everything
I promise, that you can believe

With all that said and done
I turn to walk away
Knowing the time will come
When I regret this day
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Sometimes a thought or emotion which only last a few minutes can prompt an action with permanent results. Guilt, loneliness, sorrow, fear, hate, anger... These can push us down a path we would otherwise never follow.
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NormanF

Pierdut In Suferinta (Anguish Of Oblivion)

Pierdut în suferinta nimicniciei mele,
Ca frunza de pe apa, ca fulgerul în haos,
M-am închinat ca magul la soare si la stele
Sa-ngaduie intrarea-mi în vecinicul repaos;
Nimic sa nu s-auda de umbra vietii mele,
Sa trec ca o suflare, un sunet, o scânteie,
Ca lacrima ce-o varsa zadarnic o femeie...
Zadarnica mea minte de visuri e o schele.

Caci ce-i poetu-n lume si astazi ce-i poetul?
La glasu-i singuratec s-asculte cine vrea.
Necunoscut strecoara prin lume cu încetul
Si nimene nu-ntreaba ce este sau era...
O boaba e de spuma, un cret de val, un nume,
Ce timid se cuteaza în veacul cel de fier.
Mai bine niciodata el n-ar fi fost pe lume
Si-n loc sa moara astazi, mai bine murea ieri.

Carried away in the anguish of oblivion
Leaves in the rain, the fury of thunder
I called like a faun to the sun and heaven
To let me die in peace
My presence on earth is a passing shadow
My life passes like wind, sound and light
I am like a woman crying in the night
The only sanity I retain are flighty dreams.

In all the world, who shall be the poet?
If only he was heard by the stars above
But not known here below
Or noticed by the sand, waves and tide
What does he leave for our time?
A poet being here today is truly a crime
As he should have died ages ago.
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
I've often wondered what it feels like to be a poet.

Does any one remember? Does it make any difference?

The translation is not literal; I want to capture the romantic sensibility of the poet's feelings of insignificance and the futility of gaining acknowledgment by the world.

This particular poem came from someone who became famous only after his death. Consider whether Mihai Eminescu's pessimism is truly warranted in view of how he is highly regarded by posterity.
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Semsu

The Cards

To playing the Cards,
is so hazard,
some do it more, some less,
but nobody want to confess.

The lonely voice, that say it strait,
and want not play his Fate,
can never be the one he are,
when playing Cards,just catch like tar.

No matter how you live your life,
with lies or truth as faith,
the system smear you always down,
and still you are to be the Clown.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
You can tell what ever honestly and with the Truth, but when the system has been taked over, by the blood of playing Cards, everybody are in doubt and make it still as something in the shadow. That make you think, that what is then the matter to be honest and to be in Truth and with your disappointed mind as acting,you are already catched with the tar as well.
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Kitty93

yust cry

pepole cry,not because they're werk.
it's becouse they've been strong for too long.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
love it!
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LifeThirst

I Traverse The Path

I traverse the path, groping in darkness,
In search of salvation;
I lose my way now and then;
My head bumps against the stony walls;
I return to the prison
Where all sense is lost.

I want sunlight and the open sky,
I want the touch of affection of the wind,
I want to travel from galaxy to galaxy,
But I lose my way and am compelled
To return to my dark cell of vanity.

So the beauty of the life remains unseen,
The sky remains unknown,
The sunligh and the smell of the wind
Remain beyond reach,
I am sorrounded by endless darkness
Of futile vanity.


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Posted: Apr 2014
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