Poems About Bad Father Child Relationships

You do not do, you do not do   
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot   
For thirty years, poor and white,   
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.   
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,   
Ghastly statue with one gray toe   
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic   
Where it pours bean green over blue   
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.   
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town   
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.   
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.   
So I never could tell where you   
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.   
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.   
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.   
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna   
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck   
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.   
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You——

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.   
Every woman adores a Fascist,   
The boot in the face, the brute   
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,   
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot   
But no less a devil for that, no not   
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.   
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,   
And they stuck me together with glue.   
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.   
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,   
The voices just can’t worm through.

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two——
The vampire who said he was you   
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There’s a stake in your fat black heart   
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.   
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

Photographs of you holding me in your arms,
You protected me from any kind of harm,
You influenced me to play guitar,
I was always your number one rock star.

You looked so proud to be my dad,
But now every day you look so sad,
I wonder why you turned into this,
You're violent with your tone and not your fists.

I'm thankful you're not abusive physically,
But you turn my emotions into misery,
Money seems like your only desire,
You're only happy when your income is higher.

Why can't you just be happy and smile,
It could make you feel better for awhile,
You never wipe my tears as they fall,
The problem between us is far from small.

There is an empty spot in my soul,
Our relationship is taking a toll,
I love you with all my heart,
I don't want our relationship to fall apart.

It's holding on by one last thread,
I regret the bad things that I said,
Can't you realize the expression across my face,
It's drawn with dark colors of disgrace.

But I guess you just can't see,
How much you really mean to me,
I wish I could have a dad and not just a father,
That would always be there for his daughter.

You never care what I have to say,
Tears fill my eyes as I look away,
I cannot hide my pain any longer,
Please change soon or I'll be a goner.

Please don't shut me in
Don't hide me from the treasures buried
deep within the world,
Don't bring me down with destruction
The way you did her.
It's never your fault, you never
Do anything.
telling people I don't appreciate you or
what you've done.
When you're the only one to seem ungrateful
Ungrateful that I'm even here
I know I'm not what you hoped for
You wanted a him and not a her
Well I didn't hope for this either
I hoped to have a father I could vent to
A father I could come home and tell my day to
Not a father I lie to or one who lies to me, and
believes it's the truth.
You told me "Home is safe when you are here"
But I feel safer away from you
This isn't home as long as I see your face
I never forget how you once made her feel,
how you made me feel
"Oh baby, what's wrong?"
"You know I'm here for you"...
You never once asked me why, just why?
Don't you ever wonder why I don't like your hugs or your kisses?
Why do I struggle to say I love you back?
I just want to be, Please just let me be...
Free.