I Miss You Dad Poems | Examples
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the sky is painted with hues of yellow, pink, blue, red, and purple
the burning sun sinks into the horizon
clouds are littered across the sky, like strokes on a canvas
someone is making the sky this way for me
so, i give my thanks to you
dad.
I love you both with all my heart,
But Mum, you tore that love apart.
You made me choose, you made me cry,
While Dad was left to wonder why.
You spoke of him with poisoned tongue,
Bad words for ears still far too young.
You painted him in shades of wrong,
And made me feel I don’t belong.
He wasn’t perfect, neither are you,
But love should never be cut in two.
You didn’t let me have my say,
You slowly pushed him far away.
I grieved a man who didn’t die,
He lived, he waited, I wondered why.
You shut him out without a trace,
And left a space I couldn’t replace.
I missed his voice, his laugh, his face,
I missed the way he held me safe.
And though he lived, it felt the same
As if he’d gone and I was to blame.
Let children love, don’t make them choose,
It’s not a game, it’s hearts you lose.
By David S Bailey
29th May 2025
I'm really sad
I miss you, dad
The bond we had.
Dad,
time has passed but it hurts me still,
part of me knows it always will.
I know you didn't mean to leave us,
you were just in a dark place.
Having a dad like you was the biggest blessing any girl could receive,
But it was also a curse as your illness made you change.
You may not have always been the best to us,
be we all know you still loves us all.
I love you dad
and I always will.
Silence spoken for by the rain—
A missing space for the missing gold of sun,
As the wind breaks on song, his china fall—
There my eyes soak up the tears now that he's gone.
A missing space for the missing gold of sun,
Wordless whispers, never I hear, dead—
As the wind breaks on song, his china fall,
His image on my face, a welcome diversion—
Wordless whispers, never I hear, dead—
As the wind breaks on song, his china fall;
His image on my face, a welcome diversion—
Silence spoken for by the rain.
-This is written on how I feel now, days after my father's death. -
I wish I had
been kind to Dad
Mostly I tried...
but left him mad
I wanted him
to be less sad
I would prefer
to make him glad
Buy him new shirts
perhaps in plaid
However he
likes to be clad
Make him proud of
my college grad.
A time machine
would be so rad
I could go back
and be less bad
And most of all:
more kind to Dad
Lord forgive me for all that I've done.I miss my daddy.Honestly never thought I'd feel so differently without him here.I love you Daddy and you too Uncle David I miss you both.Its a evil old world. Knowing that you are in a Land of peace and happiness and no pain walking streets of gold bring my soul a little peace Uncle Henry he's such a strong man.We'll take each precious moment we have with him as long as the Lord will let us.I'm sorry for leaving that night daddy, sorry for driving over you uncle David on the way to town yesterday.Sorry for not being the person that I should be.I wish I was a better mother and my grand baby we're running all around playing.Not dreading to answer the phone cause you never know what might be said Drama and heartache mostly when I get to see them again whenever that day comes so until,I'm here Losing myself once again. If it's pretty up there in heaven and they're all told tell let them all know I said hi I love them I'll see them too someday. Until then I'm still here..
In the depths of pain, my heart lies torn,
As if I’ve faltered, failed, and mourned.
This heavy burden holds me tight,
I cry for relief, for a ray of light.
My thoughts, they wander, back in time,
To see my dad, once strong, now past his prime.
Gray-haired, frail, and with oxygen in hand,
He stays confined, bedridden, life's demand.
His suffering, a slow and bitter blow,
I watch him fade, and tears freely flow.
My heart, in anguish, beats with sorrow,
Helplessly witnessing his tomorrows.
The image of him, once so bold,
Now suffering, as life unfolds.
A sadness grips, my heart in pain,
Through tearful eyes, I‘ll forever see his name.
I long to halt this painful tide,
To find the strength, stand tall with pride,
But the path ahead is unclear,
I'm lost, afraid, holding fear.
R.I.P. Daddy 4/8/68-8/29/23
K.M. 7/28/23
We scrounged up
Every penny we could
The night the policemen took you.
We had thirteen dollars
For your five hundred dollar bail.
Papa, my heart aches for you each day,
And memories of our love never fade away,
Your hugs, your smile, your perfect ways,
Are etched in my heart, and there to stay.
No one can replace you in my life,
You were my everything, my light in strife,
The fact you're gone, it cuts like a knife,
And fills my days with endless strife.
I try to hide my emotions, but it's hard,
Sometimes I feel like just a beggar in this yard,
Dependent on others, who may leave and discard,
But I know I must find strength, and play my card.
Life is a cycle of lessons, bitter and sweet,
It teaches us to be strong and never retreat,
I'll work on myself, and make my life complete,
And make you proud, with each goal I meet.
Though you're not here, your love still thrives,
And through the pain, I'll keep it alive,
I promise to never give up, and always strive,
To honor your memory, and keep it alive.
The man whose supposed to love me the most;
has hurt me the most, isn’t that funny?
Was it because I resembled you,
Or was it that I reminded you of the innocence once stolen from you?
Maybe it was the resentment that built up,
Due to the lies you sold yourself as an excuse to keep drinking
Why was it though, that you’d rob me of any opportunity to believe someone could love me?
Was it too much to imagine,
a life where I received the unconditional love which was absent in yours?
Whatever it may be, I forgive you
Because I cannot fathom existing another day with this anchor in my heart
I tried my best to save you, but I learned there is no saving
And that’s when I knew, the problem didn’t lie in me;
It was always you
See,
I don’t blame myself anymore, and I don’t place blame on you
I’ve chosen to accept you, all your broken pieces to
I only hope there’s a chance for us, to finally, heal our wounds
Poem Sanged
Daddy.Vibes..(written for someone I know and I feel their pain so)
Listen.. hold me close and not far.. plz. hold me close to you.
Don't reach for me and be too far..
I'm just getting to know you and who you are.
i'm just getting to know you.
Hold me close and not far.
Your the reason why i am who i am.
why some things are the way they are.
So hold me closer.
I want that attention..
Oh must I mention i wanna know you.
I'm calling repeatedly.
I know i don't get answers every time. hold me closer.
But its been way too long.
pick up the phone, your important to me.
and I've waited my whole life long.
To kno who you are mr.
Don't wanna seem desperate
But I'm a part of you, you you and
I wanna get to know you.
Mr. busy busy busy I wanna know who you are
pic up the phone.
I want to hear you talk to me.
Mr. talk to me.. oh I'm still calling you.
Something in my soul.
got me callin you. something in my soul.
got me seekin searching
longin to get to know you.
Mr. Come through..
My Dna has much to say..
its in my soul Mr. see about me..
give a care I pray!
Finding a Long lost pops.
by selinashardaye
Young captain
It's been 72 days
Since you talked to your dad
I know there's a war
I know my morning's your night
I know there's a girl
I know I'm not
#1 on your list
But I miss you
I always have
Since the day you
Stepped off the boat
To report to that school
Where they made you
A leader of men
Even then I would call
And you'd answer
I knew your senior year
Flying back from the game
That time we had in Philidelphia
Or the night
We climbed to the roof
Dangled our legs over the ledge
Drank some beers
And watched the lights of The City
Our last fishing trip, too
I knew
Cat's in the Cradle *
Started playing in my head
"When you coming home, son..." *
God--I love you
You're brother's at your momma's now
Coming to see his dad tomorrow
Wish you were here, too
My sons under this roof again
We'd have a time
You know we'd have a time
We always do
Just needed to talk
But it's 2:30 a.m. over there
So you know... wrote a poem
* "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry F. Chapin and Sandy Chapin
Losing a dear one is a feeling like tears overflowing like an enormous waterfalls uncontrollably in one’s mind, heart profusely beating. Unable to sustain one’s heart beat trying to inhale, exhale to the extent of exhaustion.
I miss those days
Yet, I give praise
Memories take me to a place
Reminding of safety and care
Dad's quiet strength was always shared
Leaving endangerment, no space
Reminding of safety and care
God’s amazing grace surrounds me
I miss you so, but now you're free
Dad's quiet strength was always shared
I miss those days
Unspeakable joy left behind
My hero referred to as dad
I cry sometimes, no peace I find
Yet, I give praise
Yet, I give praise
I miss those days
December 22, 2021
Contest Name: Meditative Ballad Poetry Contest
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