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A Better Person | Kenneth Eaton

I found out the hard way
That if I went against what he said
I would find myself fighting
A battle for my life, ostracized,
Belittled, slandered by someone
Who didn’t really care about me,
Only about preserving his own status,
Keeping the secret hidden about
How he really is, and doing anything
To make sure everyone sides with him
And nobody ever knows the truth.
So I find myself shunned but
Grateful that I finally get to live
My own life, away from
All that horribleness,
Choosing my own path and
Who I spend time with,
Not doing the things he does,
Being a better person than
He wants me to be.

… | Billy Antonio

May 2, 2024 / Poetry Website / deep poems, father son poems, language poems, modern poetry, poetry web, silence poems / 2 Comments

father/son talk
a language deeper
than silence

Meaningless Existence | Michael Andreas

April 27, 2024 / Poetry Website / broken people poems, contemporary poetry, ego poems, father son poems, poetry web, superficiality poems / Leave a Comment

i’m not sure what you were trying to accomplish
by not looking in those dark corners

they weren’t going to go away
things like that can’t be ignored into oblivion

instead you chose to live a shallow, meaningless existence
never getting close to anyone

surrounded by many unsuspecting people
all of whom would build up your unhealthy ego

the people who most matter kept at arm’s length
to eventually walk away

Father and Son Love Redux | G. S. Katz

April 26, 2024 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, father son poems, loss poems, love poems, poetry web, yearning poems / Leave a Comment

Fathers and Sons: Love Redux

My dad wasn’t wordy
I can’t remember affection
He never told me he loved me
If he did, I don’t remember it

Strong silent type he was
I grew up quiet
Till I started to speak more
Then everyone wished I’d shut the hell up

My mom told me my dad loved us very much
I wanted to hear it from him
On my wedding day he said it
Collectively in a toast he pronounced his love grandly

I always wanted more from him
I wanted his knowledge, his craft
He’s gone 20 years now
I’m still trying ……

Reflections of the Man | Kenneth Vincent Walker

February 29, 2024 / Poetry Website / 21st century poets, best poetry websites, contemporary poets, father son poems, love poems, modern poetry, remembrance poems / Leave a Comment

I was afraid of my father,

Though he never gave me
Any reason to be afraid.

I respected my father for the
Many sacrifices that he made.

I disobeyed my father and his
Love for me never swayed.

I buried my father who speaks
To me from beyond the grave.

I am my father in oh so many
Truly unconventional ways.

I see my father’s reflection in
The mirror each and every day

As he remains unchanged.

Poet’s Son | Carl “Papa” Palmer

December 31, 2023 / Poetry Website / father poems, father son poems, modern poetry, poems about poets, son poems / 2 Comments

The poem may have been about you,
though it didn’t mention you by name.
So the you could actually be any you.

And the me. I admit the me is me
or was me when I wrote the poem,
not necessarily the me I am today.

It’s just a poem about a poet’s son.
I have poems of a poet’s daughter,
wife, father, mother, sister, brother.

Poems of my grand boys, grand girls,
with hopes that someday I’ll write
poems of my great grandchildren, too.

My Father’s Wedding Ring | G. S. Katz

November 20, 2023 / Poetry Website / a poem, contemporary poetry, father son poems, honoring poems, morality poems, wedding ring poems / Leave a Comment

My dad and I had a complicated relationship
I’ve written of this before
About a year ago I found his wedding ring
To honor his memory I wore it for the past year
Then suddenly 2 nights ago took it off
Returned it gently to a metal box on my desk
I realized yesterday that I can’t wear that ring again
He was a quiet man who kept his entire life secret
I am a poet and an artist
Everything is out in the open
He was always moral
I’ve had issues with that
Wearing his ring was an honor
I can’t be him
I wouldn’t want to
I don’t think he’d want to be me
Flesh and blood
Even in death there is love and protest