Birthday Dad Poems | Examples
These Birthday Dad poems are examples of Dad poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Dad Birthday poems written by international poets.
Now he speaks with words so clear,
His aims increase with every year.
He’s growing up with height and grace,
Yet, gives us all the same embrace.
The world is wide, and so he knows,
To send his love wherever he goes.
His kindness, deeper than before,
Is something I can only adore.
Though time has passed, he is the same,
With love that burns a lovely flame.
I watch him now, a man in bloom,
Still shining love in every room.
He’s like a gem that ever glows,
With love inside forever grows.
18/02/2025
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 you outpossess.
injurious idiot’s ill-conceived jest…
No! Never negating nine-tenths of nonplussed,
because Basil-boy, your bingeworthy bust,
should stand sentry in stone for descendants yet born,
And for you to admire, while mowing the lawn.
It's twenty fifth of May
Alas, you're miles away from me
flash back of mosaic memories
when i was in your sight
brings back scents of home
exuding like curry
from mom's kitchen
as you serenade her
with songs she used to sing
to make me sleep on rainy eve.
Oh Dad, with gratitude
on your birthday
this rouge roses I send,
tied with a rainbow
that will never end.
Happy Number 110, Dad
Thanks to you I can recall
Life before the Internet
and the shopping mall
I remember your office
a cabinet, desk and chair
Open the window
if you wanted fresh air
You maneuvered tough times
the Great Depression, WW2
Today more than ever, Dad
I'm humbled by you
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Had he lived, my dad would be 110 years
old today, Feb. 17, 2024. He shares his
birthday, by the way, with Michael Jeffrey
Jordan.
Dad steps back into this room.
Today is his birthday,
soon to be his wedding anniversary.
The day before yesterday marked
the date of his engagement.
Yes, this is Dad, he strolls back,
back into my life.
Dad does this kind of thing,
a father we all love, recall.
He's been gone for ten years now.
(21 Nov 2023)
I was not able to write poems for a long time now
And on this dawn my thoughts of you urge me to write one
Papa, your princesses are weary,
And your queen is becoming dire dreary
Papa, we should be celebrating your birthday on December
But how? You will be gone forever
At this moment we're all heavyhearted
Our hearts and our minds are too exhausted
How I wish all that's happening is just a nightmare
And tomorrow when I wake up you are still here
Papa, why all of a sudden?
We're not done with our dreams, it's not yet fulfilled
Papa, what does it take to bring you back?
Papa, I can't accept the fact.
Papa, you are one of a kind
But now, you're with God in paradise
Lord God, please send our regards to Papa
Tell him not to worry 'cause we will fight for Mama
We can't kiss and hug him today
Please do it for us every single day.
You were a country boy who was raised in the sticks.
If you hadn't died, today you would have turned 76.
Your cancer took a turn for the worse and I had to say goodbye.
Your life came to an end in 2013 on the thirteenth of July.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
You died ten years ago and went to Heaven.
You were a good provider and that's something I'll always appreciate.
You suffered because of Leukemia and that is something that I hate.
I lost you shortly after losing Mom and it was sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013]
He is my BOMBOM;
My lovely boy with a heart of gold;
Ever cheerful and down to earth.
He is my lovely Boy, through thick and thin.
Ever caring and always supportive.
He is my lovely Boy,
in whom I'm well pleased;
Brilliant, intelligent, yet always unassuming.
He is my lovely Boy,
My Pride and my Friend;
Sometimes restive,
But always obedient and accommodating.
He is my lovely Boy
With so much of my virtue and weakness in him;
Reaches out to even beyond known boundaries.
CHUKWUKA, my PRINCE and my Son,
On this occasion of your Birthday, what can I say other than wishing you an endless season of all round bliss.
May the good Lord continue to uphold and sustain you in His stupendous love and wisdom. Amen.
Congratulations, my dear Son.
_B.C ABANA
I didn't often get a birthday present,
Just a cake and a card my Grandma had sent.
But this year Dad came in from the cold,
He walked very slowly because behind him he was struggling to hold- A beautiful blue eyed, golden haired doll.
I took her everywhere and held her hand,
But a while later she was gone, I searched and I searched but I couldn't find her,
Then out of the window I saw my doll in the arms of a little girl who lived up the road.
I ran to my Dad and asked how this had happened, and he sadly told me he had to sell her to just pay the rent.
The bottom dropped out of my world,
I just didn't understand , why my doll had to go.
My Mum held me close and said I had to be brave, and told me that from now on I should work and save, until one day I had enough to buy my Doll back!
Now that you walk the earth,
we await your story dear child
Were you sometimes seated in there
in a floating dream curving a path
like our favorite flower, baby's breath,
glistening in morning rain that makes
every drizzle even more beautiful?
With fire in each milestone,
like so much a stamen under sun
You carry the promise of bloom
Gratified you've touched our hearts
and imagination with the gift of life
bestowed upon you.
We'll never forget
the first time we
saw you here
From mum and dad,
two candles dear son
and joyeux anniversaire!
My dad won the lottery Sultan announces to his third-grade class.
There are gasps all around, the other eight-year-olds are amazed.
How much? One of the brighter youngsters’ yells.
“Six billion or more,” he says giving a flashy wave.
“Want to come to my birthday party?” ask another bright lightbulb.
“When is it?”
“Next Saturday, all the other kids are invited.”
The teacher says nothing.
“We are buying a mansion,” Sultan tells his classmates.
“I get to design my own room.”
His family is perhaps the poorest family in the school.
They have several children, and they are in transition aka homeless.
The teacher continues working on their gift baskets.
Understanding that sometimes the poorest children have the largest stories.
You were diagnosed with Leukemia and sadly, you didn't survive.
If you hadn't died 111 months ago, today you would've turned 75.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
But 111 months ago, you went to Heaven.
Your hair grew back when chemotherapy made it fall out.
When you were told you would die, there was no doubt.
It must have been terrifying when you learned that you were terminally ill.
You had to battle cancer and it was not easy to go through such an ordeal.
Today would've been your 75th birthday.
But 111 months ago, you were taken away.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013]
I am crazy with excitement,
Dizzy with anticipation,
I have seen your scan,
You will meet Gramps and me
For we are all family.
It will be somewhat soon,
I will buy a big pink balloon.
Your little foot is showing,
Your hair I think will be dark and curly,
Your mummy has nurtured you
From the moment you were conceived
Confined and safe within her womb.
Your dad ready to welcome you, delighted,
Can foresee his elation.
FOR MUMMY AND DADDY
Enjoy this little bundle of joy for time and
Age march on so quick, soon it will be
Her first birthday celebration,
Her first word, and don’t forget her pride
When she comes to mum and dad with
Her potty to show you her first poo.
Just have a small peek at her nappy,
You might need to change that too.
Both mom and dad, beautiful and bright,
Your little girl will be the apple of your eye,
As you tuck her into bed at night, either one
of you, with a loving thankful sigh.
I gave Dad PARTY PICKS
250 multi-colored sticks
Wish it'd been a lil better
Gift card, book, sweater
One day I sobbed to Mom
She got me to be calm
It's like a Dad-artifact
Keeping memory intact
How he'd pick his teeth
Now it's our bequeath
It's almost all empty
But doesn't tempt me
To trash the lil bottle
It's become a model
For simpler gift-giving
And thoughtful living
Could be a small vase
For flowers by his face
Wish I had more Dad-things
For the memory it brings
More importantly, I had him
I love you Dad (Jim)
The ingenious fluffy baby bunny sat at the kitchen table.
She liked the feel of the slick plastic cloth.
It had pink roses, and it smelled of lemon.
Someone must have spilled something sweet.
Her daddy’s birthday card must be marvelous this year.
Something over-the-top wonderful, something memorable.
She choose her words carefully, taking her time with each careful dash.
Tied his card to a ribbon and watched it float to his home in heaven.