Dad
10 June, 2003
Author: Melissa
I'm sitting here
Thinking ---
Thinking and wishing
You were here.
But I know
That's not going to happen.
You were never there
Now why would you wanna come here?
You're my real Father-
Some days pass and i dont think of you
Some days drag on just cos of you.
You dont have a clue of-
All the memories i have of you...
They are bad but i know,
You're still my dad.
Everyone says "Put them back and forget them"
You know - i can't forget them
They're engraved in my mind
You put them and they
Aint going no where.
I dont want another day to pass-
To pass without at least hearing you
You might not wake up the next day...
Then thatr's going to make me pay..
Pay the price of not saying goodbye.
You see dad - deep down inside-
I miss you.
Why dont you even call me on the telephone
I'll talk in a normal tone.
I wont yell, i just need to know you
Still know i exist.
I'm sitting here
Wishing ---
Wishing you would
Call me on the telephone.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
meganemilyne (216.163.52.245) -- Thursday, June 12 2003, 05:38 pm Wow that is the greatest poem i have ever read. I can relate to it in every term you spoke about. thanks it really helps to see exactly how i feel on paper. keep writing. |
SS (68.200.1.153) -- Saturday, June 14 2003, 09:00 am that is EXACTLY my situation!!! OMG!! that is insane! i've seriously sed a lot of those things in yr amazing poem 2 my dad. he's in cali and i'm in FL and i'm 13. it sux not to know your own dad. how old r u? is this a poem about yourself or some1 else or did u just make it up? |
Angel (66.66.183.198) -- Sunday, June 15 2003, 12:36 am I so know how you feel that is a really cute poem.You said everything i wanted to i just didnt know how! |
Stacey (68.82.126.206) -- Sunday, June 15 2003, 03:52 pm It's amazing how a beautiful poem can be written when you let your feelings seep from your heart. Excellent writing. ~ Stace |
Melissa (64.12.96.42) -- Sunday, June 22 2003, 02:30 am Thnx. I only write bout what's on my mind or what happened in my life. Then i go back and put it in poem form or whatever. And no i did not make this up, I sat one night and just wrote what i felt then went back put it in poem form like i do w/ all my poems. and thanks to everyone else for liking it. I cant write that good of poems but i dont care really i just write what i feel and whatever. |
treece from london (195.93.32.10) -- Thursday, September 18 2003, 07:15 pm feelin wat your saying girl, i got a deep poem meaning the same thing. i'll let you have a read if you give me your detail, mine is called sometimes. |
lori (198.81.26.71) -- Friday, September 19 2003, 07:25 am hi i am a 41 yr old who has never met her real father, just last year i got to meet 2 of my sisters,so feel blessed to have at least met him |
Melissa (129.1.34.55) -- Monday, September 29 2003, 11:26 pm Hi...i wish i never even met my real dad. All he did was put pain, anger, and hate on me, and my mom and brothers and sisters. I had to watch him beat my mom with chains, hold loaded guns to her head and i was only FIVE years old. If i never met him i think i would be better off, cos then i wouldnt have these bad memories i have of him now. Sometimes knowing your real dad is jus not a good thing at least for me it's not. He basically dont know me, even tho he's been around all my life until i turned 14 then my mom divorced him. (I'm 17 now) |
Shannon (68.7.4.19) -- Friday, October 3 2003, 07:02 pm Hi, I see you have a lot of comments on this poem. I just wanted to say that I feel the same way as you. I lived with my father for 18 years and there was never a good day with him. But I always wished that he would love me.(His daughter) If he called me on the phone just to say hi I would be happy. Thanks for writing such a strong poem |
Melissa (129.1.33.71) -- Tuesday, October 14 2003, 09:48 pm You're welcome. I be writing more poems or whatever. Yea it would be nice if our fathers would call on tha phone jus to say hi and i'm thinking of u. |
jackie (134.241.213.102) -- Monday, November 10 2003, 06:16 pm this poem is really good it reminds me of my daughter's father.He's never been there 4 her. good job!!!! |
cyann (198.81.26.11) -- Saturday, December 20 2003, 06:55 am i cant begin to tell u how much that poem means to me my father would say if u keep yelling cyann im hanging up after him being in prison for 5 years all i wanted was a phone call but i blew it i cry all the time day & night i cant even lk at his pic it hurts so much |
marissa (68.60.45.158) -- Friday, December 1 2006, 07:03 am that is the most beautiful poem ever |
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