Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places



Grandfather Lyric Poems | Lyric Poems About Grandfather

These Grandfather Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Grandfather. These are the best examples of Grandfather Lyric poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Lyric |

My Jasmine

Written for my beautiful Grandaughter,  at the time she was born   Peter

My Jasmine

Oh Jasmine you were born to be an angel
And one day with your love you’ll change the world
My child, you are your grand dad’s special treasure
My Jasmine you’re my wide eyed baby girl.

My Jasmine, they’ll not find another flower
Who could fill my heart with joy, the way you do
My child, you are a rare and precious blossom
No words could ever spell my love for you

I thank the blessed power, that she did send us
This essence that be you my lovely child
The love for you that dwells within my heartstrings
Is like a tender rose that’s growing wild

Oh Jasmine, you have made this old heart happy
Which surely be the story of your life
For where thee be, then happiness will follow
Your tenderness will rid the world of strife

3 August 1999


Details | Lyric |

Sitting Eagle

Sitting Eagle
This poem is for the Poetry Soup contest:
Tell His Story
By 
Ross Levan
Mach 15 2011-03-15

Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back,
Playing his flute, to scare a wolf pack,
They have been hunting and following him throughout the whole night,
Escaping great peril in mother forest and sister moonlight,
He is a warrior and never gives up in fights,
But 20 wolves against one man just isn’t right,
With moccasins on feet and cowhides for pants,
He looks like a North American Indian at least at first glance,
He might be your grandfather from another time,
He might even be a grandfather of mine,
Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back,
He’ll get home safe if he follows his tracks.



Details | Lyric |

Over The Bridge

It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge 
Is where I must go

The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother

over the bridge 
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me

crossing the bridge 
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair

looking closer I see 
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare

I run right toward him 
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug

it's then I remember 
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried

I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me 
and he promptly replied

he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up 
because the suns almost gone

he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet

he gives me a hug 
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know

I give a quick nod 
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why

turning around 
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge 
when the sun leaves the sky

I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be



 


Details | Quatrain |

Playin' Man

A completely true story....

My grandpa was a playin' man
He had a local four piece band
I was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Get together's on Saturday night
A little moonshine to start out right
Dancin' a jig under stars so bright
Dancin' and playin' until mornins' light

My grandpa was a playin' man
He played harmonica in his four piece band
I was was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Singin' songs of long ago
Happy voices singin' way down low
Grandpa puttin' on quite a show
Where he learned those songs I don't know

My grandpa was a playin' man
His guitar makin' magic in that four piece band
I was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Fiddles screamin' out loud and clear
Folks would gather round from far and near
Everybody grinnin' from ear to ear
Those memories to me are oh so dear

My grandpa was a playin ' man!

©Donna Jones


Details | Lyric |

gone means forever

On the day that you left us
I did not shed a tear
Not cause I was happy
I'm quite sure it was fear

I was afraid to cry
To show people that feeling
So I held my head high
Looking up at the ceiling

I held my mom
As tears fell from her cheek
and smiled  when I found out
She'd be gone till next week

I was happy she left
To say one last goodbye
While Mary and I stayed home
And still I did not cry

I played my part well
Staying strong for my mom
I was her shoulder to cry on
Because you were gone

Yet at night I would lay
In my bed wide awake
When I was all alone
That's when my shoulders would shake

When no one could see me
I would cry on and on
I would cry for the memories 
Sad cause you were gone

To the world a brave face
All alone I was scared
To show such emotion 
Was more than I dared

Then one day I relized 
I'd made a mistake
Then with my mom right beside me
My shoulders started to shake

For why should I hide 
All alone in my room
I was merely a child
And I loved you too

I felt a lot better 
After I'd cried 
After I'd mourned 
the fact that you'd died

Being strong for my family
That I will still do
Yet now I will make sure 
That I can cry too

Goodbye papa
I'll see you again
Gone may mean forever
But it's never the end

IN MEMORY OF "PAPA" THE BEST
 GRANDFATHER I HAVE EVER KNOWN 
(july 12th 2012)