Daughter Poems
#daughter
Daughter poems, here you'll find poetry by mothers and fathers about their daughters. Daughter poetry about love, joy, pride and family. Also poems about the challenges of bringing up a daughter, both in terms of family relationships and girls in wider society.
Maple666
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 1:13pm
26th Mar 2023 1:13pm
That’s love
It’s hard loving someone and letting them go . Yes you were their first love and you nurtured them to live . Unapologetic and fiercely independent so they can
stand on their own feet and express themselves and experience their own journey on this earth . It’s letting go that love is truly made up of . A coat embroidered with firsts followed by more . A tailoring of lengthening the material with darts to fit the structure of seconds , thirds and more of its kind . Truly loving another from the top of their head to their toes is found in freedom and choices to find themselves with others...
stand on their own feet and express themselves and experience their own journey on this earth . It’s letting go that love is truly made up of . A coat embroidered with firsts followed by more . A tailoring of lengthening the material with darts to fit the structure of seconds , thirds and more of its kind . Truly loving another from the top of their head to their toes is found in freedom and choices to find themselves with others...
#mother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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Nizana
Bumped 20th Mar 2023 1:20pm
2nd Feb 2023 1:51pm
2nd Feb 2023 1:51pm
The Silver Necklace
My mother's silver necklace
Danced across my skin.
The gift she gave in purity
Was all I wore in sin.
The necklace passed through many hands
Before resting upon my chest.
The women before me wore it too
On the nights they gave their best.
One day I’ll pass this necklace down
To a daughter with shining hair.
May it sparkle on that special night
When she spreads her all to share.
Danced across my skin.
The gift she gave in purity
Was all I wore in sin.
The necklace passed through many hands
Before resting upon my chest.
The women before me wore it too
On the nights they gave their best.
One day I’ll pass this necklace down
To a daughter with shining hair.
May it sparkle on that special night
When she spreads her all to share.
#mother
#sex
#historical #daughter
#historical #daughter
218 reads
7 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
Bumpy
Chapter 1
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby. Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep because...
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby. Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep because...
#brother
#sister
#birth
#school
#daughter
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Mar 2023 00:00am
17th Mar 2023 00:00am
A Mother Grieves
A Mother Grieves
dark angel consumed by goth fires of grief
Hidden deep in the camouflage
Of a searing brand
That burns the forever
Of perdition’s flames
Where her daughter’s casket lies
Heaped under Mom’s earthy tears
That rage against cruel fate
Of drunken murder on that highway
That swallowed her dreams
Like Jonah’s whale
But burning flesh
And petroleum fumes
The embalming of deathly silence
In mother’s heart lost to the quiet
When unholy mantras fill the night
With the wail of a...
dark angel consumed by goth fires of grief
Hidden deep in the camouflage
Of a searing brand
That burns the forever
Of perdition’s flames
Where her daughter’s casket lies
Heaped under Mom’s earthy tears
That rage against cruel fate
Of drunken murder on that highway
That swallowed her dreams
Like Jonah’s whale
But burning flesh
And petroleum fumes
The embalming of deathly silence
In mother’s heart lost to the quiet
When unholy mantras fill the night
With the wail of a...
#anger
#grief
#mother
#death
#daughter
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Nizana
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 12:24pm
12th Mar 2023 12:24pm
Please Come Home
The person you choose to be in this world
Be wholly
What you choose to give of yourself
Give completely
What you choose to hold to yourself
Hold carefully
The ones you choose to love with your life
Love fully
By Nizana, Feb. 2022
I’ve watched you live the words
you gave me as advice
even when facing your addiction.
You've always forgiven me when
I went down a dangerous path.
Please know that you're already forgiven
no matter what.
Please come home.
Be wholly
What you choose to give of yourself
Give completely
What you choose to hold to yourself
Hold carefully
The ones you choose to love with your life
Love fully
By Nizana, Feb. 2022
I’ve watched you live the words
you gave me as advice
even when facing your addiction.
You've always forgiven me when
I went down a dangerous path.
Please know that you're already forgiven
no matter what.
Please come home.
#love
#mother
#daughter
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3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 11:05am
5th Mar 2023 11:05am
pizzini snd Broremann
Pizzini and Broremann
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a...
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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Nizana
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2023 12:14pm
2nd Mar 2023 12:14pm
Fearful Notes: Mother & Daughter
Dear Daughter,
Thank you for loving me through my time of treatment. With so much beauty in the world to love, how has a chemical become my destructive obsession? I’ll never understand but know now that I’ll never truly be free of it. It might be a week, month or a year, but I'm certain to fail.
I can’t live with defeat hovering in my future. I can’t know that I will put you through my failure again. I’m living each day now as if it were my last.
I love you. I want to watch more of your life but don’t know how long I can stay. Sometimes the emptiness calls...
Thank you for loving me through my time of treatment. With so much beauty in the world to love, how has a chemical become my destructive obsession? I’ll never understand but know now that I’ll never truly be free of it. It might be a week, month or a year, but I'm certain to fail.
I can’t live with defeat hovering in my future. I can’t know that I will put you through my failure again. I’m living each day now as if it were my last.
I love you. I want to watch more of your life but don’t know how long I can stay. Sometimes the emptiness calls...
#motherhood
#addiction
#daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 11:29am
24th Feb 2023 11:29am
washboard waltz
Washboard Waltz
Is a washboard musical when scrubbing socks on its metal ribbons?
The woman in the basement was not aware of anything other
than the soap suds, steamed-up windows and the sense of hopelessness
when working on a Saturday, a day of rest from the factory floor.
Other women, too, did laundry day, gave her a feeling of pride
to see her washing on the line was cleaner than theirs.
She sat by the window in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the washing
smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a mug with her name
and wondered if...
Is a washboard musical when scrubbing socks on its metal ribbons?
The woman in the basement was not aware of anything other
than the soap suds, steamed-up windows and the sense of hopelessness
when working on a Saturday, a day of rest from the factory floor.
Other women, too, did laundry day, gave her a feeling of pride
to see her washing on the line was cleaner than theirs.
She sat by the window in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the washing
smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a mug with her name
and wondered if...
#brother
#childhood
#family #daughter
#family #daughter
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 10:20am
11th Feb 2023 10:20am
morning with snow
Morning with snow
It had been a cold, clear night, moonlight on icy soil
towards dawn, it clouded over, snow fell soundlessly
shielded the glittering glass of broken windows
In the backyard made the ugly look eerily lovely
Worried about his wife, went into her bedroom, they
had long since shared a bed, she was asleep tired out
she had been hanging up family photos of the past.
She had asked him if she had changed much, referring
to a coloured picture, on the mantlepiece, of herself
as young, not much, darling, he gave her a hug; at...
It had been a cold, clear night, moonlight on icy soil
towards dawn, it clouded over, snow fell soundlessly
shielded the glittering glass of broken windows
In the backyard made the ugly look eerily lovely
Worried about his wife, went into her bedroom, they
had long since shared a bed, she was asleep tired out
she had been hanging up family photos of the past.
She had asked him if she had changed much, referring
to a coloured picture, on the mantlepiece, of herself
as young, not much, darling, he gave her a hug; at...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 9:38pm
31st Jan 2023 9:38pm
The Truth About Who Her Father Really Was
Ruth's
mom walked
into the
vintage bookstore
where she's working at,
picked up a book with the
title "Psychedelic Sex"
and looked like having seen a ghost
which made a concerned Ruth walk over
to her mom and ask "Are you feeling fine?"
only to have Ruth's poor mother give her
kid a big hug, show the cover of
the book to Ruth and say that the
guy whose name was Atilla
really was her dad
but Ruth should be born
with a clean slate
and not in
his own
world.
mom walked
into the
vintage bookstore
where she's working at,
picked up a book with the
title "Psychedelic Sex"
and looked like having seen a ghost
which made a concerned Ruth walk over
to her mom and ask "Are you feeling fine?"
only to have Ruth's poor mother give her
kid a big hug, show the cover of
the book to Ruth and say that the
guy whose name was Atilla
really was her dad
but Ruth should be born
with a clean slate
and not in
his own
world.
#mother
#fiction
#nostalgia
#emotional
#daughter
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Nizana
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 1:13pm
30th Jan 2023 1:13pm
The Edge of Closing Time
Free, but not.
Loved, but not enough.
Giving, but sometimes more than can be received.
At the edge of life’s closing time, she hears “last call” and
her eyes dance with desires for just one more day of life.
Loved, but not enough.
Giving, but sometimes more than can be received.
At the edge of life’s closing time, she hears “last call” and
her eyes dance with desires for just one more day of life.
#mother
#addiction
#daughter #healing
#daughter #healing
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5 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 7:08am
29th Jan 2023 7:08am
Simply Me
Some might say I come from the earth
Or my mother’s womb, but I am something
More than skin and bones. Some might
Say I am a daughter or a friend or a sister,
But I am worth far more than the hearth
You lay your feet at. I am the one sculpting
Words so people sleep better late at night.
I am the bright sun in the middle of winter.
So be careful for what you wish for when
You say you want to be just like me as
I can be a daydream or your single worst
Nightmare. I am the changes in the wind.
To the world I am the...
Or my mother’s womb, but I am something
More than skin and bones. Some might
Say I am a daughter or a friend or a sister,
But I am worth far more than the hearth
You lay your feet at. I am the one sculpting
Words so people sleep better late at night.
I am the bright sun in the middle of winter.
So be careful for what you wish for when
You say you want to be just like me as
I can be a daydream or your single worst
Nightmare. I am the changes in the wind.
To the world I am the...
#sister
#identity
#myself #daughter
#myself #daughter
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