Papa Poems

Papa poems bring the best collection of short and long papa poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great papa rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these papa poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on papa are here for you.

Papa

Papa short poem

Oh papa, thank you for knocking down doors smelling like you do for I am not much different without you. Papa listen. My lungs grind as I run, my knees hurt but I must run. Oh papa, I lost you

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2/55

2/55 short poem

Hotter riding home after fast-pitch practice than arriving this morning, my grand-girl asks if she can please turn on the air conditioner in my old truck. After my thumbs up she checks the dash, slides the temperature control to blue,

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

Poems containing references to : Papa

Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy ode

A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the

She Seeks Him…

She Seeks Him... long poem

“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes?

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes? long poem

It’s nice in here, warm and cozy And dark and oh-so-quiet Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’ And the occasional words of love. I’ve heard mama talking to me Telling me of the world out there She talks about squirrels and

To My Thirteen Year Old

To My Thirteen Year Old short poem

Dear Nikkie, Today, you are on the threshold of a wondrous world A world that will be fascinating, fun and lots of discoveries You are stepping out of your baby clothes And entering the almost adult world You may be

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Untitled

Untitled long poem

He was vanquished All the same, Died, like the birds in Philadelphia Dead is the watchword; Death was the unholy friend Longing for some quiet But there’s a noise inside my head And the noise is uninviting The walls are

Emptiness

Emptiness long poem

When I was born you were right there, You raised me with true love and care. You fed me, clothed me and loved me dear. Too young to realize, hard to bear… I’ve grown up without you here, Mom. Even

Temptations

Temptations long poem

Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the

When I Saw The Last Time

When I Saw The Last Time prose poem

I was holding my child and whispering Papa this time will get the blue angel dress she laughed and said guguggug… I woke as the bus stopped suddenly the acrid tyre smell hit my nostrils still sleepy was tapped and

The Raksha Bandhan

The Raksha Bandhan long poem

Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.

Take Into Consideration

Take Into Consideration long poem

Take into consideration what we’ve witnessed, experienced, Our brothers and sisters being Laid to rest every weekends. Their bodies being buried Six feet under this land, Their souls leaving this precious earth, Into the heavens and the horrible hells. All

The Ginger Bread

The Ginger Bread long poem

Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling

The Swing

The Swing ballad

I looked out that window that swing still hangs there, today its not swinging it just hands in the air, You wonder you stare those days you remember when you just didn’t care. Go make your excuses and just sit

At Stake

At Stake ballad

She smiled for a deep need of admiration Her world was of fantasy and delusion Her senses of mental fragmentation She welcomed someone When no one was there She never knew when she was sick Like demons tugging the stigma

Right From The Start

Right From The Start long poem

Since the moment I was born,From the very first start, You loved me unconditionally with every piece of your heart, You changed me, fed me, and rocked me to sleep, You held me close whenever I would weep, Sleepless nights

Idée Heal Fix

Idée Heal Fix short poem

Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux

Commentaries — From April 4, 2014

Commentaries     From April 4, 2014 prose poem

though moo cho yars older, i (bovine cuddly name = hay4four at aol dot com), could feign 2b a frat house bro by undergoing a facial augmentation – despite lacking dough unlike the multimillionaires here in lower merion, where a

Abortion

Abortion short poem

The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,

December 1st 1957

December 1st 1957 prose poem

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

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Dad

Dad short poem

She is a curse A blemish on life A deep dark secret Lurks in her sad eyes She craves his forgiveness Wants to make amends Because her birthday Brought his life to an end Daddy, please forgive me I don’t

Love Over Hatred

Love Over Hatred short poem

Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is

Wrath Of Humanity

Wrath Of Humanity short poem

Oh! Dear Almighty, No one ever imagined, nightmares could be so fair; It showers bullets, its floods human blood; The black masked men, taking everyone in their den; The den lying in the hell, ringing our death knell; Bodies are

Sweet Little Flower

Sweet Little Flower short poem

Oh sweet little flower Tell me what grieves your heart Did June send no shower That your small joys depart? Just nearby is a brook With waters crystal clear If you care, take a look Not a thing there to

Jaywalker

Jaywalker short poem

Circles abound Clouds unbroken in high sky Sun pounds down Patterns quilted to my eyes Legs quaking Muscle sinews shaking Metal missiles passing Broken glass refracting The bloody image drowns my mind My foot gone numb steps the edge and

Small Windows

Small Windows short poem

This road trip to moon will not end through the shards of shattered, small prints of sleep. A ravaged nest lived behind tomorrow in necklace of past apologies. Hanging by fan was ending of today. We talked of dirty nights

Discounted Disgrace

Discounted Disgrace short poem

You thought, I came back As I didn’t have other doors open for me You must have been day dreaming I came back to see if my absence Made you poised or spoiled! Looking back where we left things incomplete

Welcome To Hell

Welcome To Hell prose poem

My demons found me Its so much hiding you can do before they get u so much running you can do before you get tired so much crying before u have no more tears left so much pain u can

Pain And Tears

Pain And Tears prose poem

Work on me,walk with me and find things I lost long ago Always in my heart,for you I will rinse my tears Toil on you,stand with you and find things you lost long ago Forever in your heart,for me you

My Name Is Photon

My Name Is Photon long poem

A glowing presence appeared before me; was I awake or was I asleep? I thought her first a stranger; she wasn’t a stranger at all. “What is your name?” I asked. She answered: “My name is Photon.” I thought how

The Beat Voice

The Beat Voice short poem

He started in an infirm tone as if the poem were escaping through his clenched behind, images and meaning forcing their way out, evoking a limp echo from his moist mouth. It had to be some elder enthusiast reading a

The Score

The Score short poem

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

Building Blocks Broken

Building Blocks Broken short poem

The holes we create within our lives Whilst struggling with all the lies A patchwork of building blocks That sometimes make us have to stop And take into our own account Perhaps with help we can surmount Though fear we

Roanoke

Roanoke prose poem

Well and they came by sea in the 17th century. They had the highest of hopes as they did come ashore the wild woodlands. And setting up housekeeping they were in the best of spirits in the beginning. But in

From My Journals ‘dreams’

From My Journals dreams short poem

There are many dreams kept in my heart, dreams that sway my soul; dreams of great fire burning, simmering ‘but no one stops to warm themselves long enough, strangers only see a wisp of smoke. I can almost unveil to

Whispering Bell

Whispering Bell short poem

the whispering bell In the hot desert wild on the high chaparral the desert blooms a sweet flower the whispering bell the color of cream on a pendulous stalk when stirred by the breeze it seems she can talk she

In Clouds

In Clouds short poem

You walk on burning embers like a black stone to meet the end before beginning on empty landscape. What was the need to cross a saviour? Death had the wedding anniversary in a garden – full of blessings for the

Enduring Love

Enduring Love short poem

What is enduring love? Thought she And does it exist for such as me Is this the greatest GIFT to give That makes hearts sing and spirits lift Enduring love, survives all pain Thriving like a flower in summer’s rain

Bending With Life

Bending With Life short poem

Trees all around me. Trees moving with wind. Wind is making the trees bend. Trees bending, but not breaking with the wind. Trees are like my life. Moving with the wind. I’m bending with the wind, But I’m not breaking,