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Famous Short Father Poems. Short Father Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Father Poems. Short Father Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Father short poems

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by Kobayashi Issa

With my father

 With my father
I would watch dawn
over green fields.


by Kobayashi Issa

Last time I think

 Last time, I think,
I'll brush the flies
from my father's face.


by Robert Burns

48. Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire

 AS father Adam first was fool’d,
 (A case that’s still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
 The devil ruled the woman.


by Emily Dickinson

Luck is not chance --

 Luck is not chance --
It's Toil --
Fortune's expensive smile
Is earned --
The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
We spurned --


by David Lehman

April 26

 When my father
Said mein Fehler
I thought it meant
"I'm a failure"
which was my error
which is what
mein Fehler means
in German which
is what my parents
spoke at home


by Emily Dickinson

Lethe in my flower

 "Lethe" in my flower,
Of which they who drink
In the fadeless orchards
Hear the bobolink!

Merely flake or petal
As the Eye beholds
Jupiter! my father!
I perceive the rose!


by Emily Dickinson

Good night because we must

 Good night, because we must,
How intricate the dust!
I would go, to know!
Oh incognito!
Saucy, Saucy Seraph
To elude me so!
Father! they won't tell me,
Won't you tell them to?


by Mother Goose

Bye, Baby Bunting


Bye, baby bunting,
Father's gone a-hunting,
Mother's gone a-milking,
Sister's gone a-silking,
And brother's gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.


by Mother Goose

Rock-A-Bye, Baby


Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.


by Emily Dickinson

Lightly stepped a yellow star

 Lightly stepped a yellow star
To its lofty place --
Loosed the Moon her silver hat
From her lustral Face --
All of Evening softly lit
As an Astral Hall --
Father, I observed to Heaven,
You are punctual.


by Emily Dickinson

I never lost as much but twice

 I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels -- twice descending Reimbursed my store -- Burglar! Banker -- Father! I am poor once more!


by Louise Gluck

First Memory

 Long ago, I was wounded.
I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was-- for what I was: from the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved.
It meant I loved.


by Stevie Smith

Never Again

 Never again will I weep
And wring my hands
And beat my head against the wall
Because
Me nolentem fata trahunt
But
When I have had enough
I will arise
And go unto my Father
And I will say to Him:
Father, I have had enough.


by Emily Dickinson

Given in Marriage unto Thee

 Given in Marriage unto Thee
Oh thou Celestial Host --
Bride of the Father and the Son
Bride of the Holy Ghost.
Other Betrothal shall dissolve -- Wedlock of Will, decay -- Only the Keeper of this Ring Conquer Mortality --


by Emily Dickinson

Heavenly Father -- take to thee

 "Heavenly Father" -- take to thee
The supreme iniquity
Fashioned by thy candid Hand
In a moment contraband --
Though to trust us -- seems to us
More respectful -- "We are Dust" --
We apologize to thee
For thine own Duplicity --


by Emily Dickinson

Far from Love the Heavenly Father

 Far from Love the Heavenly Father
Leads the Chosen Child,
Oftener through Realm of Briar
Than the Meadow mild.
Oftener by the Claw of Dragon Than the Hand of Friend Guides the Little One predestined To the Native Land.


by Emily Dickinson

You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --

 You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of --

You left me Boundaries of Pain --
Capacious as the Sea --
Between Eternity and Time --
Your Consciousness -- and Me --


by Donald Hall

White Apples

 when my father had been dead a week
I woke with his voice in my ear 
I sat up in bed

and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes


by Robert Burns

420. Lines of John M’Murdo Esq.

 BLEST be M’Murdo to his latest day!
No envious cloud o’ercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle, furrow’d by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
O may no son the father’s honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!


by Stanley Kunitz

An Old Cracked Tune

 My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.
The sands whispered, Be separate, the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving, on the edge of the road.


by Emily Dickinson

The parasol is the umbrellas daughter

 The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a siren In her serene display; But her father is borne and honored, And borrowed to this day.


by Robert William Service

The Sceptic

 My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day, I lost my hope of heaven.
Yet not in either lies the curse: The hell of it's because I don't know which loss hurt the worse -- My God or Santa Claus.


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Unlucky Apple

 'Twas the apple that in Eden 
Caused our father's primal fall; 
And the Trojan War, remember -- 
'Twas an apple caused it all.
So for weeks I've hesitated, You can guess the reason why, For I want to tell my darling She's the apple of my eye.


by Yehuda Amichai

My Father

 The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body, and the rivers of his hands overflowed with good deeds.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

To A Friend

 Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men—and 
the baby hard to find a father for! 

What will the good Father in Heaven say 
to the local judge if he do not solve this problem? 
A little two-pointed smile and—pouff!— 
the law is changed into a mouthful of phrases.


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