Dad Poems | Examples of Dad Poetry

DAD One day, at the age of 6 My daddy didn’t come home. Mama said “now don’t you cry, son. It’s better he be gone”. I said, hey mama, well I disagree. At least from where I stand. My mother said “I hear you son But you’re too young to comprehend” So I crawled to my bed It was lonely and cold And my heart...

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MY TRIBUTE TO DAD The Last 10 years Looking after the Father I respected and idoloized as a kid for the last 10 years has been rough, To see the pride, and the assertive masculine side of him slowly fade...

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Oil Fields Too many long hours in the day. Many hard days under the sun and in the rain. After so many years, I now understand. You worked a hard job on the land. I don’t thank you enough. With iron you have to be tough. Sun up oil and dirt. I appreciate all your...

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"You are just like your father." These words ring in my head constantly, Haunting me as I stare into the mirror. I cannot bring myself to love the reflection I see— The image of the man who excels only At inflicting pain. I ask myself: Am I bound to the same fate as him? To hurt the ones I love? To drive...

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Father, May your eyes be open and your ears attending to the prayers made in this place. Consecrate this home, so that your name will be known here forever. Please make it a house of prayer. A place of grace. A dwelling where your Spirit is pleased to rest upon. May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ....

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Super Hero Boy dressed the part every day School? No, he argued. No how, no way! I am saving the birds, butterflies and trees. You can do that later, and be sure and use please. Super Hero Boy knew school was a waste of his time. It was boring and same-oh-same-oh and they did not pay him a dime I am...

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Take me down the cobbled path Where moss and grasses grow Sink my heels in dampened sand Where oceans ebb and flow Let the breeze sweep through my lips The sunshine warm my skin Let the dew drops gently fall Where mornings will begin Dance me though the scattered corn And twirl amongst the stars Let the rain splash down the stream To the world...

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"My daughter, a precious gift from God. She's the apple of my eye!" - quote by poet. Any "Girl Dad" knows Exactly what I mean. ...

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There are places that I have got to go. I’ve got my tunes cranked on the radio Playing “Wild Thing” while the kids all sing along. It may not be a “Magic Carpet Ride” But it will comfortably seat eight inside. Well, to heck with what the culture says, I am right where I belong… I’m the epitome of...

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A day with Dad - he got tickets to watch some ball. A day with Dad - a great time for this lucky lad, held captive in his father's thrall.  A better time I can't recall - a day with Dad. ...

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"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting...

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This, is where it began A scream Blood curdling An amalgamation of acid and iron Coagulates my blood Mother Instinct seizes Heart racing Legs race faster Thoughts race out of hand A...

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I'm most grateful dad in this world. Blessed with a wife 2 boys and 3 girls. They brought meaning to my life. I could not ask for a better wife. Whenever I were feeling down. God would send one of you around. Forgive me for the times I'd overreact. I wish someway I could get them back. I am human just like you. And...

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A holiday tradition, Christmas time with Dad. A gourmet appetizer. Chicken livers cooked, with sherry, garlic. Keep cold to- spread ...

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daddy died alone in his home ashtrays with cigarette butts completely hoarded his deathbed the smell of smoke almost immediately made my eyes turn red i regret the 15 years since i last saw him however i choose not to trip daddy died alone in his home i have a quiet conversation with him in the wee hours of the morning i...

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