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Dad Alexandrine Poems

These Dad Alexandrine poems are examples of Alexandrine poems about Dad. These are the best examples of Alexandrine Dad poems written by international poets.


Premium Member Ode to my dad on his 74th birthday
Hungarious herbanamed hairchinned humanoid!
This tungstanesk triumph – to some thanatoid…
Mathematicos marvel: mention “nontotiet!”
But Basil-based bullters bothered? Outbleat???

For functioning fully at family functions,
requires restrained raconteurial unctions.
Propensities/properties...

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Categories: birthday,



Premium Member I Remember
Natural

I remember my dad, oh, he was a fine man, and he loved my mom so, they
loved all the children so much. I adored mom's...

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Categories: family, love, me, nostalgia,

Verses of Love: a Father's Guiding Light
In life's tempestuous sea, a daughter finds her guide,
Her father's love, a beacon strong, unwavering by her side.

Through verses of poetic grace, he weaves a...

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Categories: dad, daughter, father, pain,

Premium Member Esau's Lament
His father, poor in sight, son Jacob schemed, conceived
A plan to fool his dad, his blessing to receive.

When Jacob scarce had gone, then Esau, swift,...

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Categories: grief,

Premium Member World Gone Cold
~ For Dad ~


Though warm your final breath

          Kissed soft, my cheek in death

  ...

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Categories: death, grief, introspection, loss,



Premium Member I Was Taught
 

My mother and father,
taught me about power,

words and inspiration, 
courage, strength and passion,

wish it could be bottled,
because all are entitled,

dad gave me the forest,
mom-...

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Categories: love,

Premium Member Alexandrine, Modified - I Was Taught
 
My mother and father,
taught me about power,

words and inspiration, 
courage, strength and passion,

wish it could be bottled,
because all are entitled,

dad gave me the forest,
mom-...

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Categories: inspiration, life, love, parents,

Book Three
Domestic politics
Damn dirty domestic politics.
Father dead, saw him, dead;
Damn those bloody undertakers,
Had myself thinking he was sleeping:
Walked in;
Saw him in the casket,
Looking fine like he...

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Categories: death,


Book: Reflection on the Important Things