74 Father Poems - All Types of Poems for Dads
Father Daughter love poems and/or love poems about Father Daughter. Read, share, and enjoy these Father Daughter love poems! Also, try our sister website's . There is something special in the bond between a girl and her dad. A Daughter to Father Poem from the special collections of My Word Wizard explores this relationship in all its textures. Whether you were called to task for breaking curfew . These are examples of the best father daughter poems written by echoed inside the whole of me like tennis balls bouncing between two parallel walls i ran up.
He passed away in when I was only 7. Cancer is what took Him away from me. I Loved Him with all my heart and soul. I haven't really dealt with his passing pretty well. I enjoyed this poem. It reminded me of all the great times we had together by Kami, Bellingham WA 5 years ago This story touches my heart especially with fathers day coming around the corner. To tell you the truth, I hate fathers day.
In Her Eyes
I went through a time he was not in my life. In the summer right before I started my senior year of High school, my dad went to jail. I was away in Colorado the week it happened and did not know until I came home.
I had to go that whole year, plus some, without my dad. All those senior memories that I was suppose to have with both my parent were gone because my dad was in jail and my mom was trying to take care of all the "stuff" that went along with putting him there. My senior year I did not have him tell me how I looked for my senior picture, I didn't get him to help with my senior project.
I did not have him there to convince me to go to prom when I decided not to. Now 6 years later, my dad is trying to make up for everything that happened, he knows that nothing will ever erase it.My Heart - A Poem To My Daughter
I think about them often and how much I love and miss them. Times are hard because Mom has Stage 4 Cancer and I really don't have a lot of time to call them during the day and I really don't have any opportunities to go to Colorado to visit, it's hard to write because my eyes are tearing up. When Alejandra was born she looked at me smiled and managed to get her little arm out of the blanket she was wrapped in just to hold onto my finger, daddy cried like a baby.
When Anadina was born, I wasn't able to make it to the hospital in time for her birth but I remember those big blues always had me within view. My daughters mean the world to me and it pleases me to know there are other good Dads out there that can make an imprint on their daughters. I love him sooo much and couldn't have a better dad!!!
Daughter to Father Poem and Verse written especially for dad
This poem really touches my heart because I lost my father 3 years ago. He was a very good man. I can not forget when my father died. He deid on the 24th November This day was very bad for me because I was not home when my father died.
Special Love Between Father And Daughter, In Her Eyes, Father Child Poem
I always remember my childhood when my father was with me. He was very caring for me. In the end just I want to say that I can't forget him in my life.
I miss him so much. I lost my Father a month ago. I miss him so much. I hope and pray that we can have many more years together. All I have been missing is you my daddy Your love and your real company Look, how I am now I pursued my little vow Hoping always, You'll be proud It's alright if you'll not be loud All I want is for us to bond Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child Ever anymore But still, there is that longing I cannot deny I miss you much, daddy Tools on hooks waiting for hands that will never come, I touch the old tools like they were the finest of lace; And I cannot help thinking, who will want all this, He was a simple man, my father, and I loved him so.
His death was fast, no one expected him to leave, In a blink he was gone, and all I have are memories; I linger there with the dust that floats in the sun, And I weep and weep for what I have lost this day. Then, I pick up his pencil and on his paper I write, I write this poem of pain and it is the beginning; The beginning of my writing as an adult with soul, I leave the child, that was me, and become a poet, Today.
If just one would escape, where would it go? How would they stop? My Dad was in shock, as he stood by the gate, a glaze in his eyes, A man of wealth warmth and tenderness the precious kernels of his soul. A smile grew from his ribs revealing inner rarity and creed. Nature, his ancestors and his in nature my Adam so loving, so caring, so sweet. Adam of Faith in his prayers, Allah he never failed imbued with a stainless strong belief. Words of God dwell in his feelings many a time overflowed into tears reaching out for his deeds.
That's not supposed to happen I'm your little girl I can't see the stooped shoulders I can't see the ravages of time, Daddy Please don't get old You were larger than life to me Your word was gospel truth I'd sit on your lap and fall to sleep Knowing I was safe and sound I'd play with your hair and hear you sing With that rich mellow voice You were my comfort and strength, Daddy Don't get old Please!
It was so hard to see her go from bad to worse I knew she was going to die You were the love birds Why did she have to die? It's been fifteen years, Daddy I've already lost one parent I can't even begin to think No, don't get old, Daddy Don't Ever time he comes to visit, I see a change in him.
He'll turn 79 on March I can't bear the thought of a time when I can't bear the thought. May God keep him for me for longer My father is an educator and pastor. He has his doctorate degree in Education and his MA in theology.
He is my rock. I adore the man. He also is an author, and Yes, he writes poetry. Maybe later I'll post a poem he wrote about my birth! Determined, impulsive, she gets into fights She wants independence and quotes me her rights. She is a free spirit now spreading her wings In search of adventure and trying new things.
She sees the horizon that beckons from far; Relies on the guidance of her lucky star. Your Favourite Old Poem Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Placed 3rd Author: Any Poem Goes 14 Sponsor: Years from now still won't be free.
You'll want to rock her in your arms. Keep her safe from all that harms. Some things you simply don't forget. And there is shame that haunts me yet. The stark reality is this- I find it hard to share a kiss. Children are meant for love and prayers. Not sneaking footsteps on the stairs. Fear grows where refuge should be.
Hate floats on a toxic sea. In all these years sorrow still lives. A broken spirit but strong will gives reason to find a better way.
This child is loved by me today. Maybe in time I will finally grieve for my father, but I have been told by Hospice that this could take many years. Persistent blades unsheathe the sprawling grass beneath the blue release of silver dew - an inch overgrown, as inch shrouded cool billows: We found a starfish holding tight to a rock Then we walked down the beach holding hands. He showed me where clams had made holes in a stone; We watched how the waves filled a pool.
Then he told me all about fish and such things And he joked, "Even they go to school. And talked about Jesus awhile.
I could tell how Dad loved him, Jesus I mean, From the tear in his eye, and his smile. We climbed to the top of a really high cliff To watch the sun hide in the sea.
Then daddy told me, "Of all that God made, His greatest creation was me. The famine of your brevity, starkly juxtaposed with the Proclivity of your friendly words for the neighbors; Your perfunctory weak praise, more to lessen your guilt than lift my esteem.
Father And Daughter
Even as I write this Saga under the weight of betrayal nearly undone by our mutual oath of avoidance, and after decades of delay, you have the Temerity to now charge me with building the distance, keeping the barricade. I am bluntly surprised, by your surprise; to accuse me of this Barren contact, is to blame the clay for the cracks in the hands that molded it. And you dare say, why am I this way? A date of rebirth A male child. A female child Tenth in line. Third then first Dead. There was no reconciliation then- No way I wanted to speak to you It seemed right and safe then to war with my genesis- Son begat son, Yet I was a daughter.