Why daddy why must you push me away?
I thought i was your little princess?
You used to tell me you loved me and you would tuck me in every night,
but now my bruises and beatings,
tell what you think of me
what did i do to deserve this?
what did i do that was so wrong?
was it the time i made you breakfast in bed?
Or the time when you left and i gave you my little heart locket with a picture of me and mommy because i said it would keep you safe?
I'm sorry for whatever i did to make you hate me so,
I miss all the times you used to take me fishing,
or when you would stay up with me when i was scared,
and you would make all my fears go away,
but now yu're what i fear,
when you yell i run and hide under my bed,
i'm tired of the bruises,
and sick of the screams,
I'm leaving you world,
to go find my own,
When you notice i'm gone will you be sad, or cry..
i doubt it you hate me,
so i'm leaving...
Goodbye.
A contest entry
- but my dad never loved me. by iverbthenoun.
1000 points, ended July 2, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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bad piece
i liked it but, its not a poem think back again looked how you write think so the ways you can before publish make sure you can see the meaning in poetry.
your questions arnt helping because he isnt reading it we are yes its painful but please write through a poetrys heart.
because you dont know how to write this could have been such an amazing piece but unfortanatlly not.
if your gonna write properly. -
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it wasnt for any of you,
this was a letter i wrote to my dad,
not a poem
it might not be the best but i dont care,
and you could never understand the pain behind it
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i agree with hiraeth.
scrap this piece. too many loaded questions in some attempt to force sympathy out of the reader. this isnt poetry. your propagandizing is killing the perception of verse. stop. -
This is amazingly typical of all whiny poems about fathers. You even have spelling errors and poor diction, which just takes the cake, as they say.
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This was soooo sad. I felt this way in my childhood too. My dad was an alcoholic. I love the way you can make pain so easy to read. Sorry for your pain but you share it well
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The red against purple makes it hurtful to read. Good luck.
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whisper
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The pain really comes out in your work. So does the confusion from the unexplained rejection. You have done a great job.
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