Cool Dad Poems | Examples

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


Oreo

The night before my father’s heart attack,
my brother and I were splayed across a bed
watching a re-run of “Happy Days”
and eating Oreo cookies.

My father sat stiff and upright
in a wooden chair.  By then, his back
felt like it was being pierced by daggers
and the pain made his face pale and clammy.

I offered him an Oreo,
one of his favorite snacks,
as I gently twisted apart the dark discs
to reveal the snowy treasure
in between.

He watched as I scraped the cream
from the dry, crisp chocolate with my teeth,
then he turned his head
and said, “No, thank you.”

I never wondered if he knew
in those final hours
that his emerald eyes
were about to close forever,
or if he felt death spread inside of him
like a cool drink.

Because if he did,
he would have taken the Oreo,
if only for one small bite,
just to feel the gritty chocolate,
that ordinary joy,
crumble over his tongue
one last time.


Premium MemberHoliday Cookies

My mommy lets me lick the bowl
when she makes sugar cookie dough.
She shapes them with a cookie cutter
and brushes them with lots of butter.

And when she puts them in to bake,
I stare and stare and wait and wait.
They are hot; she uses a mitt.
She lets them cool; she cleans a bit.

Soon we’re ready to make designs.
I try to draw very straight lines.
Mommy says that I don’t have to,
that wavy lines are okay, too.

I’ll give cookies to Daddy and Santa
and maybe to my sweet nana.
They like to see what I have done.
Cooking with Mommy surely is fun!

Premium MemberCat Nap

It’s 2am and I am awake
Feel like I slept a whole day
Rolling red rivers of sleep escape
I am a poet who needs sleep I say

For a winged white word traces brain
As a blue bird tangled in my mane
To sleep right now would be a shame
Boogie down dancing muse do your thang

They say my dad use to cat nap
His creativity was crazy cool not zapped
Seems when I want to I teal tap
Into the creative gene pool with a snap

My doctor gave me a Cpap and
I hate it like I hate meat in a can
She gave me a green goal 4 hours
But sleepless nights are a super power.

I can hear music in a single word or phrase
If I choose it can write a purple song today
I write about lavender love not so much hate
I write about life, tender times, fuchsia faith

I am not manic so don’t go there
No need to panic just be aware
That some of us have creativity in excess
Because when others sleep I write my best

Premium MemberOcean

"A blue carpet as far as we can see.
My child I call it an Ocean." By Poet

When I was little my dad took me to the big blue ocean,
he would cover me with creamy suntan location.
The waves were filled with lots of motion,
it made my tiny heart fill up with emotion.
The water was cool and fun,
the big waves seemed to be on the run.
By ten o'clock my dad wanted to get out of the sun,
but I was never done.
It seemed the ocean and I had just begun,
guess that is said by everyone.

The Appointment

He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where? 
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.


Once a Dad Always a Darling

A token of love!!! And respect to all lovely dads out here!!!!


The time I was born, there was a man who was so excited to meet me....
Yes there was a man, who was waiting to greet me...
Slowly and gradually when I started muttering...
"Daddy" !! "Daddy"!! "Daddy"!! , is what I kept uttering....

Through years...have seen him...
With his all roles in my everyday film...
My good morning started with his care and bliss....
And my day ended with his sweet good night kiss.....

He took me above the clouds, and showed me the stars...
He always...cured my pain...leaving behind his scars...
Sometimes...yes he's fake...
Coz no one can eat the cake I bake......

Dad, dad, dad....thanking you is not just a cup of my tea...
You are the one...who resides in me...
I would pray...that you get everything you deserve...
I am here...always...to kindly and lovingly serve...

Akshaya......

Premium MemberHello Dad

Cool waters of the lagoon 
bobbing a bit due to the waterfall
I stick my hand in and smile
it is exactly as I remembered it
my own little place, private.

Where my dad and I used to sail.
I steady my boat and dive in.
No waters are ever as comforting as these waters
there is a mystical feeling surrounding me now
Hello Dad, I say, feeling his presence.

Premium MemberNo Bookworm

Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
	school days are long
	this is so wrong 
I think going to school isn’t cool
 
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
	I squawk and squirm
	I’m no bookworm
sure I know all there is to know
 
Dad threatened to kick me out
no matter my perfect pout
	I’m no fool
	went to school
now the classics I can spout
 
At university I excelled
never an instance was I expelled
	got the knowledge
	finished college
at graduation my Dad’s heart swelled

Dad Is My Hero

He was such a beautiful soul
That left too soon for me
His laughter always came through
He reminded me of Santa because
He always jiggles when he laughs
And he would give you his last dollar
He was also a wiseman
His advice was spot on
He was in the world at
A very young age so, he
Experienced a lot that's why
He had a cool nature and was a
Vert fine dresser
He loved his family so much
That when God called him home
He stayed six weeks over
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Rain of Love

In one day i study in my room
I hear thunder boom in side my room
I am so scare because the sound so loud
I hide in my blanket with shivers
A night so scare, cool and chaoutic

I almost cry but i see my Dad is play with my Mom in a rain
Dad calls me to play with them
Before i am so scare but after that i am so happy
Rain is cool but play with family is warmer

New Parent Blues

NEW   PARENT    BLUES


Cool dude used to be  - 
Did loadsa stuff in my day,
When I dared.

Used to do cool-dude deeds.
Maybe even a bit of a hipster doofus.

That personality died -
Indeed those days are gone and dead.

Cos now I’m just  somebody’s dad……….
…….Dad…….
…….Just a dud. 


25  May  2020

Mum

Well, it’s that commercial day the community celebration of Mother’s Day

But for me, the thoughts of the presents and all the trappings of show, 
it does nothing

My preference is to thought
Mum, I remember you as a young looking chic and cool
no lines of age, no glasses with which to read
You teaching me as a child,
even pushing me on a swing

The country walks,
me looking at this and that even the ants and bees. 
You taking time to explain, 
even when I was playing games with the cuts and scrapes of childhood games

You would pick me up the smell of your perfume, 
the whispered words to comfort, 
the hug of pure love

Your laughter when you looked at Dad,
and without him you so sad

And as the years pass, 
you no longer by my side
To reassure and say I am loved
without our cards and presents and fan fare

Wish you were here
so we could hear your laughter and voice of the cool advice

As once more
we would hold you so dear and live with the smell of your perfume

Mum, you and dad made my life so grand
and today, me feeling so alone 
And this is all one can say..
Miss you, mum 
Think of you every day

Bern
© Bern Paul  Create an image from this poem.

Cool Hand Mom

sharp-eyed, cool hand mom
toddler discovers ladder
dad on the roof

May 15, 2020

No Title, I Just Wrote What I Felt

I’m sick of needing to choose
Between grass stains and sunburns 
All the kids these days think
It’s cool to drink alcohol and sit
In the back seat of limousines.
My dad always told me when
He was young he played with sticks
And rocks and partied hard,
Drove to Tijuana on the weekends
Back when the world was a safer
Place, a blanketed bed soaked
In warmth, but still cold when that 
Was needed. I wish we still owned
Box TVs and hot wheel cars
Not these joke cell phones and
Drugs from off the street.
I guess I’m tired of watching all my
Friends turn purple or green
And laying on the bedroom floor
Of some fool they’ve never even seen
I wish kids these days appreciated
Paper and still climbed trees,
Let the sun tell them when 
Bedtime was so they could count
Every sheep, sleep 
Right through their alarm clocks
And into the daytime.

Me

I am a young black man with confidence 
Every obstacle I conquer adds more to my intelligence 
Open minded and always willing to learn
I have noticed knowledge is the best gift you can earn
achieving something in life is my only concern 
I hardly keep a grudge 
Unless it’s towards people that always tend to judge 
I stopped being negative because life is awesome 
Just find your purpose and you will surely blossom

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