Anniversary Dad Poems | Examples

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


Premium MemberDad Died During His Dream

Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his 

death, destroying the cancer and deterring  his doom. 

His date with destiny deployed and determined. The 

doctors did there darnest to defibrillate him. He died 

determined on the table as his heart defeated him and 

his family. The doctors delivered the deflating news 

after the surgery dissipated. Where on this December 

day the weather turned distant and dark. Every 

December passing since, there's a drizzle of 

dreariness. Decades later the dragonslayer still drags 

on disreputable, dwelling in my mind.

9/26/22

Anniversary Poetry Contest

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Premium MemberTears In the Rain

reading passages of mom’s
ten-year old diary
reliving complications
of dad’s last surgery
trips to hospital
her sleepless nights
her tears saved
for crying in the rain

more rain
forecast
tonight



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Premium MemberMom and Dad

Young couple
just starting out
wide-eyed and innocent
still wet behind the ears
bursting with
dreams and hopes

Opening each day as if a gift
blessed with children
to call their own

Not yet overwhelmed 
with burdens 
brought on by the years
not yet disillusioned
by the obstacles of life
around the corner

Weathering the storms
they stayed strong through the years
faithfully lovingly devoted
renewing vows 
with each anniversary



AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020

Premium MemberMy Dad

‘MY DAD’

It was on 'Good Friday'1973,

The doctor delivered his verdict, he said 'he has the big c',

He stood there expressionless, not a flicker crossed his face,

So cold, so hard, barely part of the human race,

He never said 'I'm sorry' he didn't say a thing,

He just walked off and left us, we couldn't take it in,

It was only weeks earlier that it started

With a cough and cold,

Now suddenly he was looking very, very old.

We hadn't expected anything, like this to be told,

6 months to a year, he later said.

But by then, my dad was confined to bed,

As it turned out, 6 weeks is all he had,

He suffered terribly, it was very, very bad,

He gave up his cigarettes, which caused all this strife

BUT HE PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE,

WITH HIS LIFE.
© Pat Dring  Create an image from this poem.

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