Father's Day Poems
#FathersDay
Celebrate Father's Day, the special day dedicated to fathers. Father's Day poetry about childhood memories and a father's love. Here you'll find poems thanking our fathers for all they have done for us, along with poems for dads who are no longer with us.
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 4:51pm
16th Jun 2024 4:51pm
Happy Father's Day You Scumbag (Collab. With Vision_of_insanity)
Today is the day, let us cheer
Our lives are so much better, that he's not here
Oh father, you never were dependent
Do not forsake us, you were always ascendant
It's been a year
We haven't shed a tear
No angels or demons to guide us
We are free, there's nothing more to discuss
We shut him out
Years of screaming inside the house
Our proclamation, loud and clear
Growing up, with formidable fears
Father please, stop pretending
Negativity was always trending
You were received
Cut and remedied
A...
Our lives are so much better, that he's not here
Oh father, you never were dependent
Do not forsake us, you were always ascendant
It's been a year
We haven't shed a tear
No angels or demons to guide us
We are free, there's nothing more to discuss
We shut him out
Years of screaming inside the house
Our proclamation, loud and clear
Growing up, with formidable fears
Father please, stop pretending
Negativity was always trending
You were received
Cut and remedied
A...
#anger
#FathersDay
184 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 11:44am
16th Jun 2024 11:44am
Happy Father's Day You Scumbag (with AfterSexDilemma)
#abuse
#family
#FathersDay
#happiness
#violence
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8 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 6:41am
16th Jun 2024 6:41am
Fathers’ Day
It’s been a year since you’ve been gone
and I don’t know what I should feel.
It’s possible I never will. You shone
a complicated light, and spun a wheel
of shifting coloured thoughts. When asked
if I miss you I had to think. I do,
of course, in certain ways. Though tasked
with memory, to mind is called the loo
in which you put your hands around
my throat, above a running bath
when I was fourteen years of age. The sound
of running water still a keystone on the path.
But then I think of running to your arms
when I was nine,...
and I don’t know what I should feel.
It’s possible I never will. You shone
a complicated light, and spun a wheel
of shifting coloured thoughts. When asked
if I miss you I had to think. I do,
of course, in certain ways. Though tasked
with memory, to mind is called the loo
in which you put your hands around
my throat, above a running bath
when I was fourteen years of age. The sound
of running water still a keystone on the path.
But then I think of running to your arms
when I was nine,...
#FathersDay
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3 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 1:45am
16th Jun 2024 1:45am
My Dad Leroy
My dad's name is Leroy
As you can see
The title above states so explicitly
He had two girls
I was one you see
I was the smallest of the two
He loved us unconditionally
My dad's name is Leroy
He came from across the sea
My mom and him wanted to do something differently
My dad's name is Leroy
He had demon you see
A demon called alcohol
It changed his moods drastically
Sometimes he's was laughing
Sometimes he's was sad
Sometimes he's was silent
Sometimes he's was mad
...
As you can see
The title above states so explicitly
He had two girls
I was one you see
I was the smallest of the two
He loved us unconditionally
My dad's name is Leroy
He came from across the sea
My mom and him wanted to do something differently
My dad's name is Leroy
He had demon you see
A demon called alcohol
It changed his moods drastically
Sometimes he's was laughing
Sometimes he's was sad
Sometimes he's was silent
Sometimes he's was mad
...
#FathersDay
#sadness
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18 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 9:12pm
23rd Apr 2024 9:12pm
Daddy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
#anxiety
#childhood
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
129 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 10:04pm
21st Apr 2023 10:04pm
Lilith
Lily tu e tu?
I am and I am not honey
do you require some vinegar mixed with the methadone
I am home
origins the white light with a virgin taint
my purity was pierced only in the physical since
I am the virgin Queen because my poetry halls were perfectly scribed
no one knows what I do voodoo
because I know Hoodoo better than you
I am new every morning great is His faithfulness
Fathers I love you
I am and I am not honey
do you require some vinegar mixed with the methadone
I am home
origins the white light with a virgin taint
my purity was pierced only in the physical since
I am the virgin Queen because my poetry halls were perfectly scribed
no one knows what I do voodoo
because I know Hoodoo better than you
I am new every morning great is His faithfulness
Fathers I love you
#family
#FathersDay
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3 Comments
Raheelle_Bhaggan
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 11:58pm
22nd Jun 2022 11:58pm
a Father
He was like an open canister filled with candy to a child
To an adult, he's like a mountain of ice.
The calm surface with intelligence and strength of a million souls within
He knows when to crumble,
but will always stand tall when you need him to.
He is a martyr,
a man who will stand in the path of a hurricane,
to hold it off,
to save the honor of his only born.
A craftsman who will die daily to make ends meet
and create a utopia and blind his offspring from the demons around…
He is perfect in more ways than one
I...
To an adult, he's like a mountain of ice.
The calm surface with intelligence and strength of a million souls within
He knows when to crumble,
but will always stand tall when you need him to.
He is a martyr,
a man who will stand in the path of a hurricane,
to hold it off,
to save the honor of his only born.
A craftsman who will die daily to make ends meet
and create a utopia and blind his offspring from the demons around…
He is perfect in more ways than one
I...
#father
#FathersDay
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0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 5:02am
20th Jun 2022 5:02am
Father's Time
#father
#FathersDay
#fatherhood
561 reads
3 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 00:40am
20th Jun 2022 00:40am
The Sixth Son From The Only Son Of Six
I wonder if his life flashed
before his eyes before he died
My life crashed before my eyes then I sighed
In a mad dash to the ash
Running from the worst hurt
From the last bash smashing
Head on into the first crash Thrashing from the vastness of the amassed past
Outlasting the lashing out cashed out
From the casting out hashing it out as a castaway
Passed away giving in from the passing out
With no doubt about the what
I'm the who when there's nowhere left but right there
With the know how but not the why now
Is it...
before his eyes before he died
My life crashed before my eyes then I sighed
In a mad dash to the ash
Running from the worst hurt
From the last bash smashing
Head on into the first crash Thrashing from the vastness of the amassed past
Outlasting the lashing out cashed out
From the casting out hashing it out as a castaway
Passed away giving in from the passing out
With no doubt about the what
I'm the who when there's nowhere left but right there
With the know how but not the why now
Is it...
#grief
#father
#family
#death
#FathersDay
418 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 12:17pm
19th Jun 2022 12:17pm
Co-existence
I am living with myself
My past as a loving father
And my present
As a loving woman, and father
Of my beautiful daughter
Today
On Father's Day
I received two cards from her
Both said Happy Fathers Day
But one had the Transgender flag
Covering the front of it
The gift of Malteser Truffles
Were also very welcome!
And i was kind of grateful
That they were not pink
Some traditions do need to be maintained
The significance
Of the transgender card
Is the inclusivity of it
Not just for me, but also my...
My past as a loving father
And my present
As a loving woman, and father
Of my beautiful daughter
Today
On Father's Day
I received two cards from her
Both said Happy Fathers Day
But one had the Transgender flag
Covering the front of it
The gift of Malteser Truffles
Were also very welcome!
And i was kind of grateful
That they were not pink
Some traditions do need to be maintained
The significance
Of the transgender card
Is the inclusivity of it
Not just for me, but also my...
#love
#FathersDay
#transgender #daughter
#transgender #daughter
355 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
31st Jan 2022 9:17am
31st Jan 2022 9:17am
beer sonnet
Beer Sonnet
I have a bottle of German beer in the fridge
and naturally cloudy, first brewed in some small town
in Bavaria in 1624.
They didn’t make the beer clear and decided to call
the brew Dunkel (cloudy), PR, yes it existed it worked
now it is a world-famous beer.
It also cost a bit more, which never fails to attract snobs.
I opened the beer dislike the colour me, a Budweiser man
of the type brewed in the USA
A band of clouds was, obscuring the sunset it was Dunkel
a sentence not spoken but sensed even a child could get.
I...
I have a bottle of German beer in the fridge
and naturally cloudy, first brewed in some small town
in Bavaria in 1624.
They didn’t make the beer clear and decided to call
the brew Dunkel (cloudy), PR, yes it existed it worked
now it is a world-famous beer.
It also cost a bit more, which never fails to attract snobs.
I opened the beer dislike the colour me, a Budweiser man
of the type brewed in the USA
A band of clouds was, obscuring the sunset it was Dunkel
a sentence not spoken but sensed even a child could get.
I...
#Halloween
#ValentinesDay
#holiday
#FathersDay
#NewYear
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 8:17pm
20th Jun 2021 8:17pm
Father's Day 2021
Today is Father's Day. But because I have no father or children, I can't celebrate this day. Dad was born on October 18, 1947 and died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. When I saw Dad in his casket, it brought tears to my eyes and made me feel sad. But it didn't make me feel any worse than I was already feeling. Mom died just four months earlier and I was already feeling terrible.
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
#father
#FathersDay
#money
#cancer
#nonfiction
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