Father Poems | Examples of Father Poetry

His days he spent pleasantly as befit his soft upbringing running the family business counting the money pouring in leaving the real work to his brother ...

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I think the hardest things Are about letting him hurt When I know the suffering is real. Letting him choose to do what he can And can't And knowing I can't help.. I can't ask for more of him Because there's nothing left And he needs encouraging Especially when I'm worried it's not enough. It's impossible to balance wants and needs When I...

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It was a summer of living next to my father. He turned every ordinary day into pure laughter with his Italian antics and beautiful smile. When it came to gardening he had the magic touch. He would plant morning glories and each morning he would water them with caring hands. I would get up early...

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They say it’ll pass it’ll get better the longer it lasts They say what’s done is done but i don’t feel like i’ve won You took my heart tore it, broke it, till it fell apart Now you play the victim the hole you created, i sit in I don’t want to become the monster i’ve come from Obsessed with yourself, with...

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I feel life breaking a glass, any glass Or screaming at anyone with or without cause For now, my breath and tears find no rest, Seething on a bomb of fury, time claims a place For rage piercing through my gut too deep... I never knew he has gone beyond the stars My soul hemorrhaged, my innocence vandalized-- Please tell me this...

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Farewell! Farewell! It’s time for my closing verse. How long the years that bless and unkindly curse, till in a black wagon our sorry ars-e draggin’ we get to flat ride in a hearse Goodbye! Goodbye! Father, we buried you today in a wicker casket wherein bones of Mother lay. Laid to...

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Zero. I imagine you watched, With awe and wonder At the image on the screen, My movements In black and white, As the sonographer moved the wand, Up and down The belly of my mother, Showing you Mystery and excitement, The next chapter Of your lives. One. You gave me ice cream When you Definitely Were Not Supposed To, And I think a bond formed. Mischief by mouthfuls, We were already unstoppable. Two, Three, Four. Toddler...

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Boots, Love, and Alien Diplomacy My love is five five, a sturdy delight, With eyes like warm coffee just kissed by the night. His hair oh, it's brown, but wait, there's a glint, Silver like stardust, a celestial hint. A soldier, he stands with a mission in mind, So set in his ways, he's a rare, stubborn kind. His socks hide a...

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Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack at night by moonlight peeping past curtains of burlap sack such a sore sight surrounded by fields of green willing as she'd been tho' torn she surely wasn't about to be seen with a child out of wedlock born so with a bun in the oven she had her Dad invite he who did the dirty deed and plant...

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God I can't wait to go to Heaven Any day you call me to go to Heaven I Will be ready to go heaven I know that you will send Your Angel down from heaven To get me And he will carry me In his wing Also when we will reach heaven The Angel will knock on heaven's Door And God will open the door For us to get...

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1905 Geronimo went to Washington to meet the Great White Father (where he hoped to bury the hatchet) and save his Indian Nation... checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked, "Do you have a reservation?" The perfect poker face when playing cards (his guards were nearly always broke) said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he to pay for educating children of the Apache. He...

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She might have painted the sea— or a golden field of wheat beneath a hazy summer sky— but he took her brushes, left the bristles splayed, the paints dried out, and the turpentine cloudy. And though she said nothing, her easel disappeared one day like a wispy cloud no one missed. After that, she painted nothing but dinner. They had imagined themselves sharing a studio but he needed all...

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(A poem based on the lesson of strength, change, and choice) She said, "I'm tired, this life’s too tough, The road is rocky, the ride is rough." Her father smiled, and with no word, Walked to the kitchen...silent, unheard. He placed three pots on fire that day, With boiling water in each to stay. A potato in one, so firm and round, An...

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The staff of my Father enjoining the past futurity’s herding a bleating morass The bloodline of orphans forever is linked tattooing the flock with invisible ink The first time the last time when nearing the end tomorrow’s ungifted excuses portend And times better nature is better untimed beginning and ending forever conjoined Eternity’s fenceposts hem in with disdain all future inclemency...

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Well I wonder If I sleep, Will tonight be good dreams? Or will the nightmares of the day continue on? And if my sleep will not come Will new worries cease to start? Or am I doomed to worry till I'm gone? And I wonder. My wife She's far away In our home that she's made From the broken timbers of my...

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