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Security Blanket

Security Blanket 

No chance of rain tonight,
No bogeyman, when I turn off the lights.
A phrase I found and adore with the warmth of your security.
You are the reason I attain true maturity.

I love when you lay down next to me,
Like the high tide of the sea,
You move all the warm emotions inside.
My arms are the comfort you use to seek and hide.

Your nestle holds a true rhythm that hums its own song~
Nothing comes close to breaking this precious bond~
A sweet cradle-song only I hear,
You play my grin, without the strings of a puppeteer.

My heartbeat needs its fix and drug,
Your sweet, charming smiles and hug, 
Is all I need to succeed, 
You are, my only creed!

A kiss, I give on your forehead,
Into a poet’s world where your blanket a dulcet lullaby, 
my arms are your bed.

“Goodnight Sweet Child, Sweet Child of Mine!”

By; pd


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Flower Girls

A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring. 
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.

C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!

E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.

G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!

I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light. 
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.

K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.

M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!" 

O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.

Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.

S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!

U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny. 
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.

W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.

Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.

All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!


Bio: Wise woman.


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Pink Tennis Shoes

PINK TENNIS SHOES

I mother always pride galore
 until the words from daughter abhor.

Her gentle heart and loving embrace
smashing to pieces. She fell from grace.

Her untied tenny shoe, wrapped and tight
around her bike, could free no might.

Mommy checking faithful each half hour
found her daughter helpless, no power.

Down the hill mommy went
no time was wasting nor was spent.

The wind passed threw my long hair locks
when shock took over from what I got.

Not what I thought from bike I bought
but cruelest words, my life distraught.

From those lips kissed each night to bed
not once, nor twice, but thrice to head.

“Hurry up old lady” from my daughter
 how my heart bleed of tears and water.

For no words crueler ever sere spoke.
My shame, the horror on face neighborhood folk.

My tail between my legs indeed
got there, put there by my third bore seed.

And mothers day and birthday too
three days from now turn 45, BOO-HOO!

Never knew my aging beauty fade
would be this hard for the lies I’ve made.

Lies I’ve told to self each day
that children’s love fulfillment may.
So on this very special mothers day
this “old lady”  family f--- off  say.


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A Forest Child

She has eyes that have seen all the sky
a smile that is both knowing and shy
Her brow is humble and also proud
Expressions as soft as a shifting cloud.

She is tall and frail like a river reed
Up until now the forest has been her creed
And words that once flowed like a river stream
Now she must search for what they mean

Where once the forest taught her each simple rule
Now she is thrust  to study in a Western school
So her body conveys her intentions devout
She stays rooted despite her desire for flight

She absorbs new knowledge like sunlight itself
All her tears are like rain on this hard gained wealth
This shy forest spirit has blossomed and grown
 In quiet moments we know where her thoughts have flown



This is my friend's daughter they adopted from Thailand at age 11.
In one year she was speaking fluent English.
She received-american-veterans jrotc-cadet--outstanding-cadet-award/ last year.
Only one cadet per detachment receives the award annually.
She is also a girl guide and on the Volley Ball Team.
I taught her papercrafts and she makes all her own beautiful greeting cards.
She is a true example of a girl rising.
She misses her sister in Thailand who was kept by the family and often thinks of them all
and is torn between the two worlds but understands she has more opportunity here.


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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees


(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)


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A Miracle To Call My Own

The greatest joy I’ve ever known 
A miracle to call my own

So warm and soft and sweet and true
A blessing like I never knew

Worth every ounce of pain and fear
Each  heartfelt doubt and wondering tear

Can I be what she deserves?
Are my virtues fit to serve?

Each question harder than the last
All faded now into the past

I gaze upon her perfect face
Full of beauty, peace and grace

A life that’s only just begun
Shining brighter than the sun

My heart has swelled beyond extreme
An ever loving living dream

Gratitude and hope abound
Heaven sought and Glory found

Strength and courage multiply
Seeing through Love’s own true eye

The greatest joy I’ve ever known 
A miracle to call my own


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Battling Addiction

Give me vodka, give me rum
I love the feeling of being numb
Give me a glass of Hennessy
I don’t care, just give it all to me
Everything is getting blurry
Why am I so filled with fury?
Alcohol all day and night
The only thing that feels all right
Can’t live without a single sip
I need the taste right on my lip
I killed myself with a dreadful thought
I’m the thing I cursed and fought
Mirror told me all the truth
I saw myself, I saw my youth
I’m filled with sorrow, I’m driven mad
I am just like my dreadful dad
Can I stop it? I don’t know
Addiction throws me back and fro
Alcohol is my fire of lust
Burning me as if it must
Killing my innards, destroying my mind
All because life wasn’t kind
Trapping myself, now I want to break free
Could somebody ever rescue me?
I need to escape; escape this obsession
The hardest thing is fighting addiction
Stuck on a battlefield, this is a war
I’m falling apart; revealing the scars
Alcohol, deadly love, dark passion
I’m crying, raging and battling addiction
 


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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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I Love You, Daddy

The smell would hit me like a slap in the face 
My daddy was a patient in that place
I would find him sitting in his chair alone
I wished he didn’t live in a nursing home

How I longed to take him home with me
I couldn’t afford to stay with him, you see
He might wander off and I had to make a living 
How I hated doing this for he had been so giving

He worked so hard, he had been a good Dad
Providing for the big family he and Mama had
Now Mama had gone on up to heaven
It was up to me, youngest of the seven

I would feel so guilty leaving him there
I was afraid he might think I didn’t care
His mind slipped away to some other place
Most days he didn’t even recognize my face

“I love you daddy,” I would always say
Hoping he would know me that day
He did recognize me one last time
It's a favorite little memory of mine

He looked at me with clear recognition
He patted my arm and asked this question 
“Baby, are you still teaching school?”
I broke down and cried like a blubbering fool

On the day he died, I was there with him
I fed him ice and sang to him a favorite hymn
I wish he had known and had felt my touch 
Daddy’s ‘baby girl’ misses him so much







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Spirit of Chantel Noel

The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
 
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

God bless you Chantel.

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne



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Steal The Show

As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me 

When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold

The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me

She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about

She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe

Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”

No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart 
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start

From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal

I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show

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Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.


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Planted with Love

My sweetest of flowers, they blossom and grow
From God’s miracle garden, from seeds we did sow
Hair of yellow, like daisies, and cheeks filled with sun
My sweetest of flowers; yet still very young

Each is an individual, though equally special, as well
In our garden of life and love, forever they’ll dwell
They are daughters of the earth, our love to receive
My sweetest of flowers, from love were conceived


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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


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HELLO KITTY

There sits my bonnie girl, frilly, lacy, all pink and pretty She boasts of an enviable collection of cute stuff - all Hello Kitty! A pearly, stone-studded shiny pink Kitty bracelet With matching rings and hair clips to tame her silky ringlets, A stylish pair of pink comfy kitty flip-flops To go with her smooth stretchy night wear tops! A sassy little Hello Kitty cross-sling bag she wears Pairing up with chic pink-framed kitty glares, Kitty pencils, erasers and rulers in a well-stocked tuck box Her fancy kitty pouches and folders she invariably locks! A multi-compartment kitty wallet to hoard her loose change All geared for summer with her Hello kitty swimming range, A glittery Kitty lunch box to pack her school snack As she sets off with her pink kitty back pack, Water tastes better in a kitty sippy water-bottle Pink all the way, for nothing else she'll settle! She'd paint the world kitty pink, if the choice is hers Well, I wouldn't be surprised if one fine day she purrs!! 19th Jan 2013


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What is in a Name

“Susanna” is the traditional name
The first granddaughter who came

Shared with my grandmother and mum
Named “Suzette” – confusing to some

My school chums called me “Suzie”
I’ve never been known to be a floozy

The teachers called me by my surname
For my sisters’ errors, I took the blame

Proud of my family name, “Myburgh”:
“My town”, pronounced “(Chris de) Burgh”

An impressive family crest adorn
The hallway – from titled family born

The wine farm, Meerlust : “Pride and joy”
For ten generations is has been their toy

"Honour" is the byword of our kin
To break it is frowned upon – a sin

I got married at the tender age of twenty
Suitors to choose from, there were plenty

From a very noble Dutch stock I came
With English blood I had tarnished the name

Alas, as foretold, this union did not last
I had become in each family an outcast

When I mentioned the word “Divorce”
My family recommended a different course

Shame on the family name I must not bring
To their piper I must dance and sing

Thirty years later I plucked up the courage
I left an abusive marriage before carnage

My parents by then dead and buried
The Divorce Degree successfully carried

I plucked up the courage to be alone
For the loss of my identity I now atone

Freedom never tasted so sweet
With open arms I rushed to meet

All the things I could not freely express
My worth and measure of being less

Being able to read a good book
And to eat what I want to cook

To run at dawn on the cold beach
With sand and seagulls that screech

Laughter and love of all perceived
The loss of all that I have grieved

The sunsets have now come alive
To embrace love and a new life

“Su” is now my new given name
A poet who feels no more shame

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For a FREE download of The Flight, which deals with the point of breakup, please visit:
http://suzette-poet-author.webs.com/free-downloads


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Sharing with My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.


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The Old Salt And His Sweet Dream

Forth he went upon the sea
grizzled and tough as he could be.

But when the old salt came to shore
he'd look for Jenny Lynn some more.

She was lost from him for years;
he'd shed a bucket of bitter tears.

Dreaming of the day they'd meet
the old man had a heart so sweet.

Someday he would find his daughter.
Till then he'd spend life on the water.


for "Sweet and Salty" contest


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The Best Gifts

My youngest child taught me something today
That I had almost forgotten along the way

At this precious age the focus isn’t money
Or finding the promised land of milk and honey

As soon as we decorated our Christmas tree
She placed a gift beneath it saying, “For mommy from me”

It wasn’t a gift from a catalog or store
This special gift was so much more

She ran to her room, found her favorite toy, you see
Then placed it in a cracker box and gave it to me

No wrappings or ribbons just the heart of my child
With glowing eyes and a tender loving smile

That, my friends, is how Christmas should be 
Because the best gifts aren’t found beneath the tree



Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend



“…and a little child will lead them.”~ Isaiah 11:6



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Daily Life

Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can

All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?

Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason

*MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOUDIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!


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The Gift

THE GIFT

My arms are empty my heart in such pain
For I know that I may never ever see you again
That mother’s love so strong, gentle and true 
Has to be put aside, forgotten in favour of you

Who knows how long this sadness will last?
Will I ever recover and get over the past?
My prayer is fervent and is always the same
That you be cherished protected this is my aim 

It was different up to the very day you were born
I had made up my mind and had always sworn
We would stay close together whatever the cost
But I looked into your face and was immediately lost

You deserved better than me and my rebellious boy
We prepared for you as if you were a living small toy
Reality changed the moment I held you so close
I knew then and there that I did not have a choice

And so we said our goodbyes that cold winter day
I cried so many tears that I struggled to find my way
Out of the refuge into the wide world once more
Your loss to remain with me an open weeping sore

But my awful sadness became someone else’s true gain                
My sacrifice made sure two strangers would forever remain
In my debt grateful to me for the selfless gift I had made
This knowledge alone helped make my deep sorrow fade

What of the future who knows what life may bring?
Perhaps a connection that will make my heart sing
For whatever the heartache, the trauma and pain
It is as mother and daughter we will forever remain



©Copyright Dilys Brown 3rd September 2013


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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Home

I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;

Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;

The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;

Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;

My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;

It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.


(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)


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I NEED A MOM

I need a Mom who's always there
Someone to care,
Who loves to play
Will always stay.

A Mom to mend my broken heart
Give a fresh start,
Who holds my hand
Gives strength to stand.

I need a Mom to find me here
To make it clear,
I'm not alone
Please take me Home!

A Minute Poem


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You Inspire Me

You Inspire Me

What inspires me?

A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)

A gifted child

An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.

That inspires me and by the way…

O mother you inspire me (most of all)!


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Hold me

Hold me in your arms and never let me go
Tell me if you love me; I really want to know
Set me here forever; let me squeeze your thumb
As you call me baby, and I call you mom

Give me all your love as I give you all of mine
I have not a single worry; with you I’m just fine
The comfort of a mother is way too great to lose
So hold me here forever even as I snooze

Keep me in your heart as I keep you in my soul
You are the only one that makes me whole
Even as I grow older your my greatest love
You are my angel sent from above

You are mines and I am yours too
I hope you know that I’ll always love you
So when things get cold and love is hard to show
Hold me in your arms and never let me go


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Daisy Chains

We make daisies into a chain.
Giggling, laughing, it starts to rain.
We lift our faces to the sky
and soon we're drenched, you and I.

I close my eyes for a moment , brief.
Opening them I'm consumed with grief.
My heart is pounding in the dark night.
Gone is my child, the meadow, the light.

Only in dreams do you come to me.
In morning light my tears run free.
I long for sleep to see you again.
Only my dreams bring relief from pain.


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Dam Change

“Dam Change”
Dam change.
Mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
Then infancy crawls to scrap knees, tea parties. And headphone blast fast tones accompanied, by the arrogances of “me”.
Old Lionel trains sleep and ponytails worn plain train to feed or seek maternity.
Then mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
How I hate change.


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The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


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OPENED EYES

written 28th sept 2007



It's time to turn this around
 the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
 I immediately remembered, how to be alive

If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
 my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
 
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
 you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
 
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
 to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me

 I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
 my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
 


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THROUGH STRUGGLE TO THE STARS

My youngest daughter, she’s an autograph hound She carries her Autograph book all around She loves to attend all the Concerts in town Where the stars are performing, she can be found It’s always her goal, after hearing their sound To get the signatures of the those so renowned She’ll stations herself close to where they’ll come down Through the pushing and shoving, she’ll hold her ground Once she has them in sight and knows where they’re bound “Through Struggle to the Stars”, signatures are found