My dad was a monster, he sexually abused me for 3 years. This poem is a part of my healing journey I saw a monster, I promise he was real, A presence haunting with a touch you could feel. His footsteps echoed like a beast's heavy tread, A roar of laug
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This poem is from the perspective of a girl who lost her father. She looks back at the memories of her and her dad, wishing he was still here. She clearly understands that her father is no more and the poem show how much she misses him and the everyday a
My dad.(poem)Crisp, Megan
I love the bare, stark trees, the sounds of the birds and watching the ground critters digging for and burying food away for the Winter. I like to collect things along the way…..bits of greenery, pine cones, feathers, rocks etc etc. I have a big wooden bowl that holds my treasures...
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my hero is my dad hope he never dies Jan Kurlapski Wednesday, September 25, 2013 poem poems hero Dad Download image of this poem. Report this poem POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM i wrote this poem with help of my friend and collaborator Thomas Dudfield when we were inspired by ...
My Dad is the youngest little guy front right. My Grandma back center told us long stories of how they fled Hungary due to threats & slaughters by Hitler’s army the third Reich who were killing everyone except those with the proper political/military credentials. They look like an old ...
My dad This poem has two verses.Verse 1: The writer says that at 1 his father is a 2 man because he does the same things every evening.Verse 2: The writer sees his father at 3 , high in the air, and now he thinks that his dad is a 4_.I think this poem is 5 . (Use an...
The track widened into what appeared to be an old logging road; it was covered in rocks which were blanketed by fallen leaves. Not only could we not see the small rocks and stones, but they moved or rolled or shifted whenever we stepped on them. For the final two miles, we could ...