Father Poems

These poems were written based on lament poem by Trinidad Sanchez, poet in residence, Let Us Stop the Madness and poem on Oscar Romero.

Ms. Kelly's Students, Vivian Riddle Middle School, 6th Hour, 2/17/04

MEL

You abuse me
And my brother and you
Hit my mom.

You smoked crack
Then you attacked yo mind
Was like a bomb.

You stole from us my
Family and I when we were
Most in need.

I'm an emotional breakdown
Play a plays so mentally, I'm crazy

ADHD and Ridlin that's what
Had to use and now see I'm
In therapy for I was abused

I'm called a sleep walker
A punk and cry baby.

Ha Ha how your doing
202 like I guess I'm
crazy.

--Giovanni
We never started a fire
It just kept on raging.
We never started a fire
It wasn't meant to burn
We searched the distance
We spanned the fields of Glory.
Ill never be the same again
They were all innocent
But they died anyway.
Why are people so cruel?
We never started a fire
It just kept on raging
We never started a fire.
It wasn't meant to burn
We were left behind
In a dark corner of the world
No one even noticed we were gone.
A flame let me see.
It helped me realize I wasn't blind
Now I can find my way back home again
No one cares, and no one ever will.
We never started a fire, it just kept on raging.
We never started a fire,
It wasn't meant to burn that day.
--Tyler M.
In the year of 1812 a war
Was fought between two sides
Lives were lost children were
Left without the parents
Tears fell on the battle field
For their lost ones.

Time goes by as I sent alone
Watching the clouds pass
By waiting for my friends.
In the year of 1812 a war was
Fought between two sides not
Agreeing. Children at waiting for
Daddy to come back, but he not
Because of war.

--Antela J.
A LAMENT POEM

My grandma died. She left me grieving. She
Left the world, she couldn't hold on any longer.
I tried to think of her, no more medicine,
No more pain or trips to the hospital.
Its hard knowing the one you loved and
Know so much won't be coming back.
She's gone forever in her body. She's here in spirit.
I feel her with me sometimes comforting me
When I cry it's hard to love God
knowing he took her. He took the one I love.
But I'll always know that in my heart
she's always with me.

--Sarika
THE LAMENT OF THE UNSPOKEN CHILD

Babies dying everywhere
Because their parents just don't care
Because they can't see the solution
Because they are part of the problem.

Because they can see that his is murder
They can't see that it is wrong.
"It's my body, it's my choice,"
but, see that where you're wrong.

It's not your body; it's your sons' and daughters'
They're the ones you're killing.
It is them that suffer because you think
that it's your own life your living.

You think that killing them would be the right thing to do,
You don't think about adoption.
You don't consider what your baby might say,
If you gave them the option.

I guarantee they wouldn't say,
"Murder me Mommy, its ok!"
Don't give me to someone who might really love me,
Make it so I'll never be.

Make it so I'll never see
The light of a brand-new day.
Don't give me a chance to make a difference
To say what I need to say.

Don't worry, Daddy, you won't miss me.
There's nothing wrong with this.
I wouldn't have made anything of myself.
I'm glad you could help assist.

I guarantee they would say that.
Your children would say that
The innocent ones wouldn't say that.
Your children wouldn't say that.

--Katie W.
A TEENAGER LAMENT

I grieve for myself
The world that I'm in
This life that I led
It's all impossible to win

Death follows life
With no pause in between
Numbness and pain
My soul is unclean.

I search for love
In all the wrong places
My heart is full of aches
Burns, neglect and empty spaces.

Leave or be left
No way to avoid torment
Grief and loneliness my companions
As I write this useless childish lament.

--Nik W.
A LAMENT POEM

Take care of yourself do I want to see you
anymore. I say to my dear grandma
As she wheels across the floor
If you know you won't be here tomorrow
Please tell me now so I may be
Prepared for my sorrow.
But she doesn't listen but I know she
Cares but she thinks that she will
Never be in painful displace.
If you don't listen close at
I don't want you to die but it might
Happen grandma dear and here
I am at her funeral telling my
Story about what you hear so I
Hope you like listen up very close
Very near so tack care of yourself
Because as you here not
Taking care of you is tearful
My dear.

--Naomi W.
TRAIL OF TEARS

We cried when we walked
We cried when we talked
We are the Native Americans who walked so far
We are the Native Americans who lost the war
We journey night and day.
We hold memory of it in our hearts even today
We were forced from our homes
Many of us died along the way.
And when we get there we are told we have to stay.
On this reservation, where we feel there is no
Protection. It's not our home.
We have suffered enough
We have cried enough
We have walked enough
Our numbers are down
And our head are held high instead of down.

--Raven W.
TRAGEDY POEM

It wasn't their doing, it wasn't their wanting
It was their job, it was just another day
It wasn't their fault, it just wasn't fair.
Tell what should we declare?

He declared war, he lost many lives
They were just helping, now they are all dead
So lives were lost, so money was wasted
Is that a chance we should have taken?

It didn't help, it wasn't worth it
Now their families suffer, now our generation suffers.
What was it for, what did it do?
It wrecked every one of you.

We are all paying, we all will pay
And what did we do, and why did we lose them.
So many are gone so many are dead
Can you count how many in your head.

--Kaytelynne D.
UNTITLED

I grieve for my father, he's not around anymore
I remember we used to walk to the corner store.
He often read the paper and watch the news
He taught me to read and tie my shoes
He didn't get hurt and die, he just walked out the door.
I remember I used to cry sprawled out on the floor.
Now there's a scar from the cut he left.
He tries to smooth it over with welfare checks.
I don't want his $ I just want him around
It's been so long, I don't remember
How his voice sounds.
I don't cry anymore, I just hit the bag
My mom says I try to fit into the groups, cliques
So I don't listen, I don't want to hear that sh**
She says I look more like him, as the days go by
So when I look in the mirror, I ask myself who's that guy
Well he walks out on his wife & two kids
All in the name of money &

--Anonymous
At 10:55 on a Saturday morning
July 21, 1999 I was a victim
And witness to the tragic crash
of a touring bus.

Unknown to many what was
To come. Passengers played games
And sung. At a rest stop a mother
Noticed the driver nod. As she
asked maybe you need some coffee
Sir, he only laughed seeming to ignore her.

As we traveled down the
Highway, the driver nods again
And didn't see where he was
Going all the while he crashed
Into a semi-truck, still not knowing
He slowly rose and slammed on
The breaks and turned on a hill.

All these dreams ran through my
Head till they were real.

Rushed to a hospital with injuries
Recorded me with an eye as a
Blackboard but distorted with
Small injuries pain but easy to
Treat conquering the devil and
Winning by defeat.

Being strong, we didn't
Show our pride knowing
God was on our side.

--Anneseia
A LAMENT FOR MY SOLDIER

You hold me, but I can't feel you,
Your distant, your thoughts are back on the battlefield
Where your fellow soldiers and or kin
Were unmercifully slain.

I can't bring you back to this life,
Where there is life, justice and laughter
Bottles, blood, and dearth are constantly running through my mind
Because that is all you so for so long, it has impaired you.

Those images you can't share with me
You don't want to put the pain on anyone else
And even if you did your throat would close
So that you can't speak your pain.

At night you sleep in dark dreams
And when you woke there is sweat on your brow
And your eyes are hollow and empty
And I know you can't see me.

I weep because you're incapable of love
How can we love after all that you've seen?
After all that has flashed before your eyes
Betrayal, murder, torture and anger

And that all that's left in you
So we will live on together
Without really knowing each other
But I will stick by you, for you are my soldier.

--Jill