Best My Father Poems
I tried my best
To live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
Smaller than small
So why didn't I fit?
I wonder
Now that you are gone
Who's words had you borrowed?
Did the pain you gave to me come from another's broken heart?
Was it too much to bare?
I now have room at the end of your sentences.
Not forced within the confines of your spaces
Tracing the manicured pearls of your wisdom
You have not had the last word
I am not doomed to your hypothesis
I'm willing to dance on the edge
My cliff is of note
worthy of jumping from
For I am not Icarus
There is no reason to fear the sun
Only your ice will melt from my wings
I do not wish to re-live your convoluted nightmare
The drifting of your mind
Those barriers to my existence
Freedom at last
Yes
Freedom
At the end
Yes
At the end of your sentences.
The lesson I learned is that the only one who can define my being is me.
I also learned that painful words and curses can be passed on from generation to generation unless we put a stop to it. I thank God for the strength He provided me. I have been blessed beyond what I expected as a child.
My voice is weak, my hand falters
as I attempt to speak of my Father.
Each night sleep takes me,
then truth awakes me –
my Dad is gone, now dead.
My heart hears this from my head.
Wrapped in numbness, walking in nothingness,
I search for his presence.
The chain’s now broken, its brightest link gone.
My Dad was security and so mentally strong.
His mind quick, his wit sharp,
he always inspired my young heart.
Pleasing my Father was to lasso the sun.
In him my pride was first begun.
I picture his hands, legs and arms –
my protector from harm;
wisdom was his voice,
comforting his every choice,
willpower his motto, sureness his step.
He was a man of incredible depth.
Knowing I am my Father’s daughter
is a thought to be tenderly kept.
His final, “I love you” words,
the most emotion I’ve heard yet.
I will miss you, Daddy.
Now and forever, naught will I forget.
I’ll see you each sunrise,
mourn you each sunset.
Images crash around me,
I’d have it no other way
Than your memory with
me each and every day.
I laid my aching heart upon your grave
that February day when trees were bare
of life; their withered leaves fell down to brave
the chill of winter death. With you they shared
the frozen veins and blood of lifeless ground.
And tears of icy rain helped to impart
the gloom, where stillness reigned, and not a sound
was heard, except the moaning of my heart.
Then April came on pussy-willow feet
to wake the trees with leaves and budding bloom,
while thawing ground gave birth in springtime-heat
to velvet grass which hid the ashen gloom.
Now stung to life by hope in April's rain,
the golden youth of earth shines bright and new.
And so I lay my heart with winter's pain
upon this renewed life that covers you.
I stand here in the shadow of death's sting.
Oh, Dad, I feel your pulsing spirit hand.
Come lead me to your green and hopeful spring
as it was- when you walked this earthen land.
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
My Father Your Father Our Father
My guardian and protector from the evils of deception
I thrive in your presence by learning from your correction
The past present and future, you are the connection
My life has purpose, when others see your reflection
I lift my hands to the “Ancient of days.”
Allow me to walk in the counsel of your ways.
Accept my offering as I give you praise.
Let my tongue be honourable in every phrase.
I have strayed from the path, that you gave
Without you I’m destined for the grave
To my desires I’ve been a slave
Transform my weakness, please make me brave.
I am unworthy, I know it is true
Nothing in this world compares to you
Seeing through your eyes the world in new
You are perfection in all that you do.
Some seek to find you, through the words of the Koran
Others choose the Bible to learn of your plan
My understanding is finite for I am just a man
Help me to be humble, please reveal all you can
Fulfill my desire exchange bitter for sweet
At the waters of baptism we shall meet
My direction each step please guide my feet
You give me breath you make my heart beat.
This piece was created with my friend and Poet Mohammad Imtiaz. A praise poem from a Muslim and Christian Perspective.
My father dearest,
You did not lose your little girl.
Here I stand,
shaped by your wrinkled hands,
still settling in silken silence
where your velvet voice once lived.
Come, if distance deign to yield
and take again this hallowed hand of mine.
Tell mom to sing again that lilac lullaby
she used to sing as she laid me
in the hammock you once built for me
listen to the susurrus of
of a child's whisper who never went away.
Oh how I deeply long to press my cheeks
upon those weathered hands of yours,
that though worn by labour lost their sheen,
still teaching me what a joy it is to give;
Those hands that love to meet the quill,
and never failed to write fine verses,
sonnets, limericks, ghazals and many more.
How I love to see thy hair in silver strands
that speak the wisdom you truly own
How I adore those wrinkled forehead
that exudes a shining light ~
a torch guiding my way back home.
Here in anamnesis, I return
to that farmhouse you once dreamt for me
where water wanders and wafts in surreal haze
where mango trees bear fruits in abundant grace
I dwell there still,
enfolded in chrysalism's quiet corner.
On Fathers' Day I'll bring you rouge roses tenderly
with sillage that lingers in your favourite settee
And if June has grace to grant me one last plea,
I'd go back to our home and spend my days with thee.
"You showed me the courage and strength
to achieve all things- I hope you are proud."
by Poet
A simple man was he, one child of ten,
who lived and worked the farm with family.
But stardust fell on him, time and again,
he hid away to read his books to see
what life could offer him, and he'd give back,
if he would leave the farm to chase his star
with talents that would keep his dreams on track.
And so he left to raise his future’s bar.
Concerned for family and what he’d done-
one son of three now gone, and only two
remained to work the land beneath the sun;
but still, he followed stardust trails anew.
No school beyond eighth grade, he still pursued
production of the tube-based radio,
in nineteen-thirty, when its parts were crude
yet intricate- and he became a pro.
The stardust led him to a higher plane
whereby in time he owned a factory;
employed so many workers who would gain
good living in a time of poverty.
Oh, Dad, you hushed the stars- you did not fail.
With inner strength, you followed their bright glow,
to choose this path, which led you to prevail
and help so many people live and grow.
This gift of courage you have offered me
to follow and make use of dreams to share;
to let our stardust paths lead on to free
the will to seek the best on this life’s stair.
I had a conversation with my father, this morning upon my walk
I’ve been feeling down a little lately and I really needed to have a talk
He always knows just what to say when I need to motivate
Thanks for the talk today, Dad, you were really great
Yes, I know my father has passed on; it’s going on four years
I still remember saying our goodbyes; I still, nightly, shed a tear
But, that doesn’t stop him from helping me and offering his advice
I use my morning walks of solitude as our channeling device
I hear his many words of wisdom echoing in my head
When I feel like just giving up he encourages me to carry on instead
I remember his jokes and platitudes he always serves up with a smile
When I feel my father walk with me, I walk the extra mile
I had a conversation with my father, this morning upon my walk
Thank you, Dad, for being there, I really needed our little talk
I’ll talk with you again tomorrow and every day I walk thereafter
You still pump hope into my heart and fill my soul with laughter
I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember
Are the times we spent together going
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth
There is no one like the Father you are to me.
I was no mistake in your plans I see.
I never was a plaything or an oopsy.
In your heart I never was or will be.
You knew me before the sun ever rose,
You knew me before the ground ever froze.
You knew me before the first bird had flown,
You knew me before the first flower had grown.
You were there the day of my first breath.
You were there the day of my mother's death.
You were there the day my father died.
You were there as I wailed and cried.
You wait for me each day to come to you and pray.
You wait for me each day to look to you and say,
You are my Father and I thank you for your love
You are my Father and I think of you above,
Though each day I long to be with you,
I know you are there always with me...
Happy Father's Day...
My last words to you were, "I love you." Those were your last words to me
on the phone. You were in Miami. The night we spoke you were rushed to the hospital. Your life was no more. The Angels carried you to a much better place than this Earth could ever give you. I remember when you bought my first bike, and I was afraid to ride. It was my first time, riding and you gently pushed and I started to peddle. Wow what a Joy that was. Me and my father, enjoying a moment of triumph.
I wasn't there when you died that day.
A secret was kept from far away.
Your caring voice on the telephone.
To always make sure I made it home.
Your sound advice you always shared.
In each word you said you deeply cared.
Your three sons are thinking of you.
Friends and family, they are too.
Your presence now is what I feel.
You're not forgotten. You're here and
real.
Your last words to me I shall not forget,
"I love you son." Is what you said.
The memories of you will always be.
Inside my heart in every beat.
Until our paths will meet again.
This heartfelt love to You I send.
Michael Tor in memory of my dad Rene.
June 8th 1938- September 26th 2021.
Sons Gaston, Gus, and Michael.
Grandaughters and grandson Ashley,
Brandon, and Briana, Taylor, and Jordan.
How am I suppose to know you care,
If every time I grieved for you, you weren't there?
I always thought someday you would have came along,
But it seems like i was thinking wrong.
Sometimes I sit and wonder the reason why you left,
And why you made promises you never kept.
I really want to know why you went away,
And why don't you want to come back to stay.
When someone asks about you I tell them a lie,
Then i'll go sit by myself and cry.
Where were you when i was under stress,
Just because i didn't wanted to fail my test.
Mummy was there every step of the way,
But i counted on you to come and save the day,
Even though you weren't in my graduation crowd,
I am still your daughter and i'll always make you proud.
So even though i'm hurt & sad,
No matter what you're still my dad.
I'm proud to be your one and only daughter,
But just remember i'll always love you throughout any matter
Natalia Williams
15 (yrs)
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How strangely life will turn around, reverse, then come again
I remember how he would tiptoe in, from a warm and downy bed
He’d wink at me, then beckon me, while twinkling stars peeked in
In kitchen light, a bite to eat, a midnight snack, he said
I would pour the milk, and he would smile, then carefully tear the bread
The staff of life, a simple thing, these two small bowls of wheat
My Dad and I, the broken bread, with milk on top, or cream instead
A bit of sugar or honey dripped, to make it slightly sweet
Such a little thing, so comforting, and helped us both to sleep
And in my care, his dwindling years…especially at the end
He was fading then, no appetite, few foods that he could eat
Soft bread I’d make, with milk poured in, would help us think of then
I’d sit upon his bed and talk, and help him spoon some in
The things in life turn inside out, somehow come back again
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You taught me how a mortal should live
And this I value more than what Kings give,
Your meek gait from the church into the grave
Such long-lasting wisdom and inspiration gave.
You read the Scripture under the noontime shade
And this taught me lasting lessons that will never fade,
That hope is dead that comes not from the Savior above
And that the rest men seek in vain until they seek his love.
Had you left behind colossal measures of gold
Such that all before me unrequested bowed,
Vain I would grow and think everyone stunk
And treat my fellow men like unwanted junk.
But kind heavens loved your darling kid
And something greater upon him did,
The rare gift of faith the Almighty gave
And poured the water and blood that save.
When he surveys his surroundings and sees
The twinkle of the stars and the dancing of the trees,
He thinks of the eternal wealth of hope past death
And mocks the cares that come with fleeting breath.
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Twas hard to remember exactly the last shooting star which I have seen
Thus I seized the moment to make a wish upon a dream; asking for the only gift
That truly matters unto me; for amid all these things beautiful, love is the key ~
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....“Upon A Falling Star” *