Warrior Princess
Warrior Princess
Jun 28, 2022
This poem is part of the challenge:

Neopoet Random Challenge # 16

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My Father

At age eleven my father changed
His love grew fond of his new wife
While his love for his daughters grew distant apart
With sweet lies and empty hopes
My father's ears were filled with malice words.

At a certain age, my father was my everything
He took care of us and played both roles of a parent
He was very strict and harsh at times
The straps of the broad leather stung so loud across our backs
I doubted he ever heard the sound.

He believed the lies and became the monster
Of horrors untold to barbaric behaviour
With pangs of hunger in our tender stomachs
Locked in a cell room as punishment
My father abandoned us, the moments intents

My father’s treatment towards his daughters cannot be explained
Over the years as a child, I swallowed in pain
Manifestation of thoughts of suicide and hate
Enveloped my mind, such undeserving love felt by my father
Remains a mystery why so brutal?

My father died three years now
And closure was never met, of these events
It remains a wound to those who knew
Memories hid by only a few
It will always linger and resurface when I think of my father as the parent he was.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Kindly review and give feedback accordingly.

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: South Zone

Favorite Poets: Maya Angelou

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Comments

Geezer

Geezer

2 years 10 months ago

the terror felt and the lies that she must have fed him. It reads like a horror-story! I guess for some men, it's drugs and/or alcohol, for others, the addiction to a partner. I remember flashes of my father's sense of humor, the struggle to say he loved us, [because he wasn't loved himself as a child]. I only heard him say "I love you once or twice and then it was when I was an adult.
I think that you should switch the first and second verse around. Did you mean "the moments intents" or the the moments [intense]? I would go with "I swallowed [the] pain. "My father, [dead] three years now" "I never had closure, [in] these events.
Just a few little changes to make the piece a little smoother. Of course, if you have better ideas or want to ignore my advice, it's your work and no one will find fault. We try hard to see the writer's vision and sometimes I miss. ~ Geezer.
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Jackweb

When a dad who was everything later changed to be a monster against his children must have been influenced by someone else who was sharing mutual trust with.

I truly believed what Geezer's said. Someone who was closer to him fed him up with series of lies and that's why he capitalized on what he was told.

Take a look at the corrections he has given you and change them as soon as possible.

Candlewitch

you already have some good advice. I will tell what I think, too. to begin with:

Manifestation of thoughts of (the) suicide and hate (remove the) I am sorry that he believed such lies, it must have hurt you dreadfully! (my Dad was my hero all my life) my mother was the monster. the most extraordinary lines are:

My father died three years now
And closure was never met, of these events
It remains a wound to those who knew
Memories hid by only a few
It will always linger and resurface when I think of my father as the parent he was.

I don't completely understand your situation because; my mother never loved me. she hated me from the start of her pregnancy. but Dad balanced it out. I know what it is to go without closure and I am so sorry.
if I were you, i would give this poem a snappier title, like (Trials with Father) or something of that order. the body of the poem is good, it tells of a tragic tale. one which is very well told. the start and ending are satisfying. most poignant lines are these:

My father died three years now
And closure was never met, of these events
It remains a wound to those who knew
Memories hid by only a few
It will always linger and resurface when I think of my father as the parent he was.

keep on writing... you are good at it!

*hugs, Cat

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Rosewood Apothecary

I’m imagining the process of writing this was intense. I have a multitude of empathy for you. Your willingness to pour all that trauma onto the page is miraculous and beautiful. I’m misty eyed. I’ve no suggestions for edits but you moved me with this piece. It is an emotional nightmare that I’m truly sorry you experienced. You are a great writer and I hope the process of writing this helped to process and validate some of these feelings you’re carrying around. Very powerful.

Walk again in the light,
Tim