Father Poem

When I was 7, my parents decided that it would be best for them if they got divorced. And since then my father was never really there to support me in anything I participated in, so one day I got fed up with all his broken promises, and lies about how much he really cared. So finally I poured my heart out on paper.

Through His Eyes

© Morgan Piper
As I peered into the eyes of the man who I knew to be my dad;
I saw nothing;
No honor, no strength;
No humanity, no compassion;
Nothing but a black hole,
created by lies,
broken promises,
and everlasting deception;
But as I took one last look... I realized,
that just because a man is given the title of a dad doesn’t make him one

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Published: Feb 2008

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  • My baby's daddy doesn't want to know him, why I don't know. But I hope some day he turns out to be as strong and as wonderful as the person who wrote this poem.

    m Submitted Sep 2008
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  • My mom and dad divorced when I was a baby. My mom took me and my dad took my brother. My dad has never been a part of my life. He has done nothing for me. And honestly I really don't care because I have my mother and she is my everything all in one. I really like your poem its short and to the point…

    Brooke Submitted Apr 2009
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  • this is a very truthful poem that completely says anything and everything I have ever thought about my own father.

    leaanna Submitted Jun 2009
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  • I love this poem. It describes my father perfectly, and (not to be mean) it's nice to know someone understands exactly how I feel.

    Lexii, Cohoes Submitted Mar 2010
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  • when I was a little girl, I was a daddy's girl I always wanted to be around him... but the one day my life changed in a very big way... I wasn't a daddy's girl anymore.. I always thought that it was because of me... I cried all the time because of him... I missed him.. he never tried calling me... never wrote me a letter... then one day when I was 18 years old I wanted to find him because I was getting married and I had this crazy thought in my head that he would be proud of me... but once again I was let down... this poem is how I feel... you know this poem is right... just because I man is giving the title of a dad doesn't make him one... I am 20 years old now and I have only talked to my dad 4 times since I was 18 years old... some dad huh?...

    Stephanie Submitted May 2010
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  • O my god...that is such a sad poem...that is exactly the kind of father I have right now.

    Marissa, Cleveland Submitted Sep 2010
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  • That same thing happen to me but my parnets were never married. My Dad did the same thing

    Bri Lastra Submitted Oct 2010
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