My Father

My Father

A Poem by The High Poet
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This is a poem I wrote one day being pissed off about my old man.

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 My father

 

How Can you tell a man that can't be told
Stubborn all his life from young to old
No matter what I do I can't get through
I've tried all the time, I truly do
He has so much pain when it comes to me
He doesn't understand he just can't see
All I've ever wanted was him to be proud
But he only sees the bad, so I scream so loud
I take the pain and hold it in
Push it down and hide it with a grin
They say there at the end of their wits end
So how do I possible make amends
I've cried wolf too many times
Now I'm stuck writing these rhymes
How can things be so black and white?
Why do we always have to fight?
You don't see the pain I feel
I stuff it down like a meal
Time has come to be apart
Everyone needs a fresh start

© 2009 The High Poet


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The thing I've realized about parents is that you can't spend your life trying to please them because you won't be able to be yourself. The best you can do for them is to be yourself and be confident enough in you that you can take what they say and listen, but filter it for you. Honestly at the end of the day as long as you are happy with you that's all that matters.

This is a really great piece, it's got all the angst that it should have and deserves.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Nicely written...it expresses emotion well.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This poem really touched me a lot...it is so heartfelt....
Your words are also flowing here so effortlessly, really what a flow..simply flawless!
Great work!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The thing I've realized about parents is that you can't spend your life trying to please them because you won't be able to be yourself. The best you can do for them is to be yourself and be confident enough in you that you can take what they say and listen, but filter it for you. Honestly at the end of the day as long as you are happy with you that's all that matters.

This is a really great piece, it's got all the angst that it should have and deserves.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow..!!beautifully written...very nice...
great work...!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Another excellent piece of art that obviously has come from your heart (rhyme not intended). I have a similar poem about my father. Please have a look at it. I love getting any kind of feed back. Again, very nice work!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 9, 2009

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Once I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..

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