Best Dads Poems
Dad I wish I could make the hurt go away.
I wish I could tell you it will be ok.
It breaks my heart when I see you now,
So weak and vulnerable is not who you are.
When you look in the mirror you question everything you see,
No longer do you look like dad to me.
Your perfect smile is now in disarray
Your hearing is slowly starting to fade away.
The weight loss is starting to show.
With eyes of loneliness and hurt
I have only seen you cry once before
Nothing prepared me for what I saw.
When you broke down by the car,
Your witty zip has left your vessel,
Your light is slowly burning out.
I am sorry for all I did growing up.
I know you just wanted the best.
I wonder now if I pushed you away,
To a place where we are today.
As a child you are blinded by the world
I never realized God’s love.
Please don’t be afraid take God’s hand
He will help you win the fight.
He will show you the love you need to survive.
He will protect you through the night.
I have two great dads – yes I do
Most people don’t – yes that’s true
One dad raised me since I was three
The other – we didn’t have a chance – him and me
One dad I look just like
The other taught me to ride a bike
One dad showed me love and affection
From the other I didn’t get much attention
One dad grew with me from toys to boys
All I’ve ever wanted was to give both my dads joy
Dad #2 was there for the first heartache
Dad #1 just seemed to give me a headache
One dad knows my biggest fear is being alone
The other dad would always let me come back home
Both dads are the greatest men alive
But for ones love I feel I have to strive
At one time both my dads loved my mother
And it’s funny how neither one ever has a bad word to say about the other
No matter what circumstances I go through
I know I have not one dad to confide in but two
At times it’s hard to know what to do
When only one knows the “real” you
But slowly I’m showing my other dad too
Even though things growing up were a little sad
I am very thankful that I had more than one dad
Both my dads have my undying love
I know they were sent from heaven above
I’m so grateful I never had to choose
I would be the one who would lose
Nature’s Single Dad’s
THE LEAFY SEA DRAGON
Gracefully swaying without need for speed
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.
They carry, as they move like galleons in sail,
Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale
On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship
Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip,
To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap,
They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep.
Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass
There’s neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass.
They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns
Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down.
They slow dance through the water just moving around
No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound.
The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad’s patch
Of soft sponge, where safely they’ll hatch.
The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by,
While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie.
This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation,
Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation.
Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs
As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs.
They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone
To a length of twelve inches by the time they’re full grown.
The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion
Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean.
The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.
I just want to tell all the fathers out there
Thank you
Thank you for having your seeds
Thank you for carrying it to the next generation
Thank you for sticking around
Thank you for learning to be mom
when it is not yours to learn
Thank you for giving up certain rights and responsibilities
Like giving up your Friday nights with your pals to take care of your son
Like going to church when you don't feel like it
because you feel like you need to carry on
- A tradition, values - that you teach your sons and daughters
- A role model for someone who looks up at you
- A forever and ever keeper of peace
The house would not be the same without you
The empty nester would be forever cold without someone to stir it
Yes
God made you like that
The owner of the household - in charge
And in peace
Rise up and claim your place
Chief, captain, top dog
Patriarch
You are in charge
Don't ever forget that
Now go
Hug your family
as they need you
Pull your family
as you are one unit
Don't ever let anything blind you
break you, undermine you
Yeah you are it
And it knows you
See :)
I wrote this poem while thinking of my Dad and the advice he use to relay on me. I was young and naive and didnt listen and today i realised how right he was. I regret not asking for more advice and i need him now more than ever. I miss him soo dam much. :(
Stand tall, He said,
Stand strong.
Dont let the thoughts of others
ever bring you down
Stand firm, He said,
Hold your ground.
Even when others,
have done you wrong.
Stand brave, He said
Stand proud.
Empty minds
Always speak loud.
Stand up, He said,
For what is right.
Even through dark times
Just be the light.
Stand alone, He said,
Dont rely on many.
During tough times
There wony be any.
Stand tall, He said,
Stand head strong.
Have faith and believe, he said.
I'll Be watchin over you, ever proud..
Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2019
"Happy Dads Day"
Most men can be a father, not requiring any skill
Beyond an encounter that will give them a thrill.
But here's where comes in to play the dividing line,
Since a Dad is someone special, planned by God Divine.
To be a Dad takes more than a roll in the hay;
Is more than what biology can ever hope to say.
A Dad loves his children, cares for them for life,
Sees being a Dad a joy and not burden laden strife.
Fathers are a dime a dozen, with plenty of them around,
But among the fathers, the Dads, fewer of are found.
Then there are the Dads where biology plays no roll at all,
Yet, step up to plate as Dad, to fill another man's call.
To be fair this holds true with women and also does apply,
Since most can be mothers, but many, as Moms, come up shy.
Being a father or a mother is a biological roll,
But without them as Dads and Moms, the children pay the toll.
Most any man can be a father, have this title given them,
But the role of Dad is reserved for a man who is a gem.
A man who fathers a child and turns his back is a cad,
While a real man sees fatherhood as a privilege to be Dad.
Being a Dad is much more than a financial liability;
Requires guidance of a man with principles and integrity.
A Dad encourages his children with Love and support,
Disciplines as needed but abuse NEVER to will resort.
Instead of Happy Fathers Day, let's make it more correct
To honour those deserving and may the day's name reflect
The true heroes to their children, through actions ironclad,
And so, I wish a Happy Dads Day to each and every Dad!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-06-14 11:52:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
today is fathers day and i think im just gonna sit back and kick it for awhile
no need to tell me happy fathers day just because i have a child
no need to tell me once year or to remind me that im a dad
because every day should be the day that reminds you of the kids you had
besides to me fathers day is really kinda lame
just compare mothers day to fathers day its really not the same
omg the restaurants during mothers day is full and very very packed
but fathers day it feels so lonely i know this for a fact
mothers day cards and flowers its very busy the day before
but fathers day is not the same not even a knock at the door
so i rather you keep your comments to yourself
and tell that "happy fathers day to someone else
if u want to tell me something tell me happy fathers life
because i plan on dying before my kids and thats only right ;) lol
Just an Old Cooler
Not much to look at,
Hard to carry,
Won’t through it away.
To you, it looks dirty,
To me, it looks used.
From the late 1960s
To you, it appears empty,
To me, it's full of memories.
I miss my dad so much,
The tears well up, flowing out.
Camping trips to Spruce Knob.
Just me and dad and
The squirrel that got the Oreos.
Yes, they eat chocolate.
The cooler was full of ice.
With drinks, sausage, bacon,
Eggs, hamburger, hotdogs. and potatoes.
Everything a father and son needed.
Camel tent camper with
Nothing fancy, two beds,
Screened in room.
Coleman stove on the picnic table,
Old Cooler by her side.
Fishing Spruce Knob Lake by day
The fresh mountain air.
Campfire by night
Marshmallows, chair, lantern,
Nature one of God’s greatest blessings.
That old cooler made it to
Cherry Grove Beach.
Drinks and sandwiches for the day
I just wanted to play.
Drinks from the
Old Cooler, refreshing.
Old Cooler even went deep sea fishing.
Drinks for the day.
At the end of the day,
Filled with Sea Bass
to filet.
Old Cooler you made me cry.
Now I’m happy.
You really are full of memories
Thanks for letting me reminisce.
Copyright © Robert Moore March 6, 2021
Blessed was I to be a thread of love sown by you.
Growing up, I was pleased you thought me your twin flair.
Losing you was the worst heart dark I ever knew.
For years, my grief over you seemed too much to bear.
After you died all of nature's colors seemed blue.
The morn you turned breathless my silence screamed aimless.
I prayed a fathomless numbness would mercy brew.
Seeing you die, I ground curled and cried out shameless.
Twenty years have grown beautiful Dad love to view.
I know your image will stay whole in love clear air.
Now, when birds sing on green days made sunshiny new,
I embrace past shared life without feels of despair.
I do believe there are some dead beat dads
But, you need to think before you write because you can make some people mad,
Only the dads that know they are no good
But, you need to put credit where you should,
Years ago it was all so funny
Thinking that there was all about your money,
Reality is this father has supported his kids and then some
The years are going by and panic is setting in on loosing a secure income,
Sooner or later the days will end you living off others will finally be over
That means getting a job and working until you get older,
So be good to those whom support your well being
Because one day you will totally depend on them for your living.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Where would I be without you dad?
My hero of night and day
I'm so glad you love my mother,
And take time for us each day.
The last time we played baseball,
You reached for me with your hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish,
That I might be just half the man.
I love my father of this earth,
And I love my father of heaven.
It's a lot for me to love, you know,
For I’m only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you,
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad?
I can't help but boast and brag.
The chipmunks are oblivious
And so, too, are the birds.
I doubt if they would even care
If they could speak in words.
But humans and their calendars,
At least where I reside,
Know Fathers' Day's upon us;
By the rules we must abide.
A card or call's expected
And perhaps a little gift.
It needn't cost a fortune
But should give your dad a lift.
A barbecue's de rigueur
And the drink of choice is beer
To make the masculinity
Of this day very clear.
So here's to all the dads around
With grandpas, too, included.
Enjoy your burgers and your brews,
Though chipmunks are excluded.
An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."
I danced the dance of the unrestrained,
It felt so good I danced again.
At my gyrations, ladies swooned
(well if not, they would do soon)
I did not care, for this was me
In wild abandon for all to see.
I was hip, I was the man
My dancing moves, they were just grand.
Then I saw my children's faces...
Beetroot red, heads in hands.
DADS LITTLE BLACK BOX….
When I was a tiny tot, just up off the ground,
My dad had a little black box, which mad a lot of sound.
It would go off, during the night,
on with the boots,& out of sight.
My dad is, a fire fighter you see,
Being all that he could be.
Through the summer, he was gone a lot,
Fighting fire which, burnt so hot.
Winter came, as did rain,
Dad’s black box would, sound again.
He is a fire fighter, you see,
Mending things for you and me.
One day when I was older,
I made a decision that would make me bolder.
I would to be a fire fighter
Making peoples days much brighter.
I’d climb into to that big red truck,
With my dad and all our luck,
We’d fight the fire, side by side
Clean the mess with the greatest pride.
I’ll wear the black boots, just like my dad,
Wear my yellows, and whistle a tad.
I know the next time my black box will sound
I’ll be on my way, to the fire ground.
I’ll meet him there and when we’re done
I’ll hug him tight and say thanks for the fun.
For my dad is a fire fighter you see
Just like him, I’ve come to be.