Poem -

Bastard

author
.Rob
Bastard

Born a bastard,
to what do I owe this day. 

I had no father, 
just another day. 

Grown with children,
to what do I owe this day.

For I am a father,
each and everyday! 

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Views: 
547
Rating:
Total votes: 1
Poetry Genre: 
Narrative
Listed in:
Contest Entries
Log in to leave a comment.

Votes

Hj's pictureHj1002 months ago

Likes

Hj's pictureHj 2 months ago

more from .Rob.Rob

Poem -
author
.Rob

Manchester Kentucky

Manchester Kentucky

Old coal miner town.
Good ole boys, gals and deep roots.
Offering good views.

Total votes: 0
170
Poem -
author
.Rob

CONFIDENT

Faith is impossible to fake,
Faith is impossible to take,
Faith is impossible to break,...

Total votes: 0
242
Poem -
author
.Rob

Shit-Storm

There was a part from the start, she didn’t dart nor got smart, I was a fart in the whirlwind and she was...

Total votes: 0
159

Latest poems in Narrative

Poem -
author
Chepe Strada

The Curse Of Loving You

The Curse Of Loving You

The truth finally crawled out of its grave—
you never loved me.

Every kiss was a shadow,...

Total votes: 0
160
Poem -
author
Shirley Harrison

A Beautiful Life

A Beautiful Life

When I was born I couldn't speak

so I cried that was the only way I
could communicate...

Total votes: 2
219
6
Poem -
author
Shirley Harrison

Colours of the Great Oak

Colours of the Great Oak

As my summer now turns to autumn
I reflect on the warmth
and beauty that has surrounded me...

Total votes: 3
290
7

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com