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.
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad, you would be 100 today - I miss you like a ghost misses heartbeats.
~
midst all of heaven's blessings
my treasures, known and had
not one can best the miracle
that fate made you ... my dad.
I love you, RT.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
Eighty today
Thirty years gone
Time doesn’t balance those numbers
He was a hard man
Built from things he never talked about
But what he taught me holds
I still feel his presence
In the parts of me that don’t break
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
___________________________________
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.
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.
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.
Sunday night means irritation
aggravation, pure frustration
Weekend’s gone, workweek looms
Monday’s forecast, gloom and doom
Cheer us up, my family pleads
OK, let’s go outside and pick some weeds
Don’t tell me there’s naught to do
The bushes need some pruning too
Alright, get up, let’s take a drive
Down by the lake, the fish are alive
We get in the car, I step on the gas
Needle’s on empty, we’ll take a pass
Another Sunday night just frittered away
Almost forgot, Dad ~ Happy Birthday!
So many years have past you by
Quicker than you thought
Dad, I want you to know
Enough years there are not !
Even though you think that I
Have a mind all of my own,
So much of you absorbed in me
I'll never be alone.
In some way or another
People say I'm like my Dad,
It's something that I am proud of
And it makes me very glad.
Today is your birthday
But I am the one getting the lift,
Because having you here with us
Is really the best gift!
Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love
Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all
French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb
Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise
world war II called you
you answered with pride
faithfully serving
doing your duty
expecting no praise
family man
you gave your all
but now you're gone
I can't thank you
for all the
sacrifice
care and love
you gave
and gave
Dad
Written 21 May 2020 for my Dad,
James Watt, USN Master Chief (1920-2000)
Two months before his 100th birthday. RIP, Dad
Oh countless oaths are given to true love
Still few can so survive life's passing tests
And rarer yet are souls bound from above
The fires of heaven lasting in their breasts
A blessing to have witnessed such a bond
The loving ones who gave to me my breath
None others have I known that are as fond
Of honoring commitment through to death
In seven decades now they have embraced
Each other midst a weaving of their dreams
United thru the bad and good they've faced
Each challenge as the truest of such teams
Of all life's blessings I have known and had
None other e'er will equal ... Mom and Dad.
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
My Daddy is in heaven,
Yet he is here too
My Daddy was the fun one.
The one who could play
My Daddy is in heaven.
I have no time to miss him,
Keeping myself busy
In his honor
He was the kind of man who
Always had a new hobby,
A new passion, a new pastime.
He knew how to entertain himself.
I get this from both of my parents.
My mother is still here, entertaining herself
Daily, holding exercise classes for ninety-year olds,
Delivering packages, delivering Meals on Wheels
I am lucky.
My parents taught me the joy
Of giving to others, of living my bliss
Of developing new hobbies and talents, of living my joy.
Happy birthday Daddy!