Poems about Father
#father
Poetry about father, depicting the wisdom and memories of a father, and what it means to be a good father. Poems exploring both positive and negative relationships between children and their fathers.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 1:58pm
1st Jul 2020 1:58pm
Eyes Of Possibility
Do you see me as I see you?
Just look at me seriously for a while
Picture me as your husband
Can you see us starting a family?
It is a prospect, not an illusion
Think how wonderful it will be
I am standing here looking at you
I see life with eyes of possibility
My son is growing inside you
You are a respectful and caring mom
I am a loving and helpful dad
And here is our blushing little girl
Open your mind’s eye and imagine
We can turn fantasies into reality
You love me and I love you
Of course we make a...
Just look at me seriously for a while
Picture me as your husband
Can you see us starting a family?
It is a prospect, not an illusion
Think how wonderful it will be
I am standing here looking at you
I see life with eyes of possibility
My son is growing inside you
You are a respectful and caring mom
I am a loving and helpful dad
And here is our blushing little girl
Open your mind’s eye and imagine
We can turn fantasies into reality
You love me and I love you
Of course we make a...
#love
#mother
#father
#dreams
#son
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 4:52pm
29th Jun 2020 4:52pm
Knife
My father had a hardware store
He was always opening boxes
He sold CASE knives in the store
He could have had any size he wanted
He chose this little model
2 1/2 inches when closed
It was perfect
Sharp as they come
Fit in his back pocket
Didn’t weigh a lot
When he died 20 years ago
My cousin collected up his belongings
Made up a package
A key ring, a comb, a money clip, other stuff
The knife however is the jewel in the crown
I use it almost every day
It was MADE IN THE USA
Engraved into the...
He was always opening boxes
He sold CASE knives in the store
He could have had any size he wanted
He chose this little model
2 1/2 inches when closed
It was perfect
Sharp as they come
Fit in his back pocket
Didn’t weigh a lot
When he died 20 years ago
My cousin collected up his belongings
Made up a package
A key ring, a comb, a money clip, other stuff
The knife however is the jewel in the crown
I use it almost every day
It was MADE IN THE USA
Engraved into the...
#father
#family
#memories
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14 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 28th Jun 2020 7:35pm
23rd Jun 2020 4:10pm
23rd Jun 2020 4:10pm
Pick Up the Pen
When my father—a writer who never finished a single book he wrote
(don’t we all have at least one such story?)
—was dying, his tongue half gone in an attempt to prolong his more than average life
(if only as the sun would count, if it
could)
I asked if he could pick up his pen one last time
and write letters to his four kids.
If he did such a thing, we would never know.
All his words of love and regret and pain, along with an infinite pool of ‘I wishes’, would stay deep within him until the very...
(don’t we all have at least one such story?)
—was dying, his tongue half gone in an attempt to prolong his more than average life
(if only as the sun would count, if it
could)
I asked if he could pick up his pen one last time
and write letters to his four kids.
If he did such a thing, we would never know.
All his words of love and regret and pain, along with an infinite pool of ‘I wishes’, would stay deep within him until the very...
#love
#grief
#father
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
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16 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 6:12pm
23rd Jun 2020 6:12pm
Romani American
Wake up, wake up
The sun is up and glaring
The world doesn't care about anything
The Roma are screaming "what about us"
My work grows harder everyday
Judged by the mainstream idea
That the color of my skin gives me a leg up
No one wants to talk about nuances
That as white as I can look and present as
There will always be those people in the crowd
Who can pick up on the clues and the facts
There's something not white about me
My language, my style, the shape of my face
Look it up, look it up, I look entirely too...
The sun is up and glaring
The world doesn't care about anything
The Roma are screaming "what about us"
My work grows harder everyday
Judged by the mainstream idea
That the color of my skin gives me a leg up
No one wants to talk about nuances
That as white as I can look and present as
There will always be those people in the crowd
Who can pick up on the clues and the facts
There's something not white about me
My language, my style, the shape of my face
Look it up, look it up, I look entirely too...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#ImSorry
#confusion
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8 Comments
Darkness20200
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 10:42am
23rd Jun 2020 10:42am
My parents
My parents are different but, that's okay
My wonderful parents are happily gay
They encourage me to do my best
To have them, I am truly blessed
At first, having gay parents was weird I confess
Having a man I call mama I'd never of guessed
Him I could never detest
He wears his hair up out of sight
Mama's hair is like strawberries on a summers day
My mama can wash all my problems away
He adores cute things like his pretty diamond ring
His voice is as fresh as the flowers in spring
I love to hear mama sing
On...
My wonderful parents are happily gay
They encourage me to do my best
To have them, I am truly blessed
At first, having gay parents was weird I confess
Having a man I call mama I'd never of guessed
Him I could never detest
He wears his hair up out of sight
Mama's hair is like strawberries on a summers day
My mama can wash all my problems away
He adores cute things like his pretty diamond ring
His voice is as fresh as the flowers in spring
I love to hear mama sing
On...
#mother
#father
#gay #family
#gay #family
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 5:54pm
22nd Jun 2020 5:54pm
Smart Phone
Hey pops
Yesterday was Father’s Day and I thought about you a lot
My fam got me smart phone as a gift
And as I transferred all the numbers, yours came up
For the past year many folks told me use your phone
Save myself some money and I’d have an instant upgrade
But I couldn’t be swayed, your phone means something
I keep it in a drawer in my nightstand like it’s child’s play
I know the number is disconnected now but I imagine
That maybe if I send you a text and tell you I miss you
I’ll get a text back from you saying “I love you, I...
Yesterday was Father’s Day and I thought about you a lot
My fam got me smart phone as a gift
And as I transferred all the numbers, yours came up
For the past year many folks told me use your phone
Save myself some money and I’d have an instant upgrade
But I couldn’t be swayed, your phone means something
I keep it in a drawer in my nightstand like it’s child’s play
I know the number is disconnected now but I imagine
That maybe if I send you a text and tell you I miss you
I’ll get a text back from you saying “I love you, I...
#father
#relationships
#death
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11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 7:00am
22nd Jun 2020 7:00am
For the Men Who Raised Other Men’s Kids
This praise is for the men who helped or raised other men’s kids
They may not be your genes but it means something else for the good that you did
You have strength and durability
Because amid the turmoil when the shit hit the skids you kept a stiff upper lip and stayed
Father’s Day is way to say you too are honored for being brave in the crusade
You took on the responsibility
I can only imagine raising children at one point you may have been seen as a villain
When their lives were upside down or had a void and you came as in a fill-in
But you had...
They may not be your genes but it means something else for the good that you did
You have strength and durability
Because amid the turmoil when the shit hit the skids you kept a stiff upper lip and stayed
Father’s Day is way to say you too are honored for being brave in the crusade
You took on the responsibility
I can only imagine raising children at one point you may have been seen as a villain
When their lives were upside down or had a void and you came as in a fill-in
But you had...
#love
#father
#family #FathersDay
#family #FathersDay
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12 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 7:31pm
21st Jun 2020 7:31pm
wishing you were here
I wish you were here
sitting with me
companionably quiet
beneath a leafy canopy
ushering in a shiny new day
unplugged
from all the nonsense
the pressure
the stresses
just us
daddy & his Sassy
on a bench in the shade
watching birds fly away
the distant whisper of squirrels in the brush
it's such a beautiful space
and I want to see peace on your face
as we commune
in silence
sitting with me
companionably quiet
beneath a leafy canopy
ushering in a shiny new day
unplugged
from all the nonsense
the pressure
the stresses
just us
daddy & his Sassy
on a bench in the shade
watching birds fly away
the distant whisper of squirrels in the brush
it's such a beautiful space
and I want to see peace on your face
as we commune
in silence
#love
#father
#IMissYou #daughter
#IMissYou #daughter
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6 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 5:42pm
21st Jun 2020 5:42pm
A Letter to My Dad
I don't have a lot of words to describe the the special Joy I feel when it comes to you my memories were cut short because you're no longer here with me
I have your eyes your smile your talent even your name
I am an Adult now trying to make in this dirty game
To tell you the truth Dad I'm hanging on by wing and a prayer
And I won't forget that you were the first to teach me how to be a player
I feel your presence sometimes when I am in the trenches
Surrounded by gangsters skizas weirdos and winches
I know it's you who is protecting me...
I have your eyes your smile your talent even your name
I am an Adult now trying to make in this dirty game
To tell you the truth Dad I'm hanging on by wing and a prayer
And I won't forget that you were the first to teach me how to be a player
I feel your presence sometimes when I am in the trenches
Surrounded by gangsters skizas weirdos and winches
I know it's you who is protecting me...
#love
#father
#memories
95 reads
5 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 3:27pm
21st Jun 2020 3:27pm
Father's Day
Today is Father's Day and this article is about my dad. His name was Charles Franklin Johnson. He was born on October 18, 1947 and he died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. He was named after both of his grandfathers. Dad died of Leukemia. His parents were Bonnie and Burley Johnson. Dad was raised in Sneedville, Tennessee. He and my mom moved back to Sneedville and spent the last two years of their lives there.
Mom and Dad got married on September 25, 1965. My brother and his wife also got married on September the 25th, but that was a coincidence. They didn't do that...
Mom and Dad got married on September 25, 1965. My brother and his wife also got married on September the 25th, but that was a coincidence. They didn't do that...
#father
#family
#FathersDay #nonfiction
#FathersDay #nonfiction
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 3:18am
21st Jun 2020 3:18am
Father's Day
Today is Father's Day in my country. I woke up thinking of the relationships I went through in my life and realised that none of them made good dads in the end.
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with...
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with...
#grief
#father
#forgiveness
#childhood
#TimeHeals
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11 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 00:05am
21st Jun 2020 00:05am
Dad, I wish you loved me like your job
Dad you will always be an example for me
You showed me how to work very hard for what you want
To never give up or accept anything as impossible
Your strength and intelligence always amazed me
How everyone respected and counted on you at work
You provided so many of the things a person needs
A house, food, security, and I will be forever grateful
Also the opportunity to live in another country,
which at first was very difficult and I was bullied and
picked on a lot for being American but
it offered me the opportunity to experience ...
You showed me how to work very hard for what you want
To never give up or accept anything as impossible
Your strength and intelligence always amazed me
How everyone respected and counted on you at work
You provided so many of the things a person needs
A house, food, security, and I will be forever grateful
Also the opportunity to live in another country,
which at first was very difficult and I was bullied and
picked on a lot for being American but
it offered me the opportunity to experience ...
#love
#father
#heartbroken #FathersDay
#heartbroken #FathersDay
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18 Comments
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