Strong Dad Poems | Examples
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My Lineman Dad
Dad, I see you scale those towering poles,
Braving stormy skies and bitter cold.
Your hands, worn strong, hold steadfast tight,
Repairing the lines to bring us light.
Through sleepless nights and endless calls,
You face the wind, the rain, it all.
A guardian of the current's hum,
Ensuring life's rhythm will always run.
I remember the mornings you'd rise before dawn,
Boots by the door, your gear already on.
Though the world may not know your name,
To me, Dad, you're a hero all the same.
Your hard work shaped the life we lead,
A quiet strength, a noble creed.
And when you'd come home, tired and worn,
Your smile, Dad, felt like the sun reborn.
So here's to you, my lineman, my guide,
The man I admire with limitless pride.
Your courage, your care, your unwavering way,
Will light my heart through every day.
One of many, yet set apart,
A seed without its tree.
Still, the roots take hold,
Still, the branches reach.
One in four, rising strong,
To lift the old tree from its sorrow.
One in four, breaking through clouds,
Carrying the light he once followed.
In hope that one becomes all,
And all become four,
So his dream, even in silence,
Will never die.
You may know — she screamed a lot,
But you may not know that he was still holding her along.
They say, and they repeat,
Calling him the villain in stories incomplete.
Yes, he may seem inhuman and vile,
But not every man walks the same trial.
Remember — he is a person too,
Burying his dreams for the ones he holds true.
He walks under scorching mid-day rays,
He doesn’t cry — he survives every phase.
Yes, I’m writing about him, again and again,
Because behind his smile, hides silent pain.
The brother saving for his sister’s fate,
Missing home, but never showing it’s late.
He has promises to keep strong,
He can't be weak — he has to sail along.
Yes, he must sail through life’s stormy shore,
Even when the world shakes him to his core.
No applause. No mercy.
He is a family man — he must swim surely.
He can break, he can fail,
But like a mountain, he must prevail.
He cannot drift —
He must be the stone that bears the shift.
He is the pillar, the silent flame,
Carrying his home, without name or fame.
That’s why he’s quiet.
That’s why he smiles.
Because he’s not just any man…
He is a Family Man.
“Be strong,”
they all say,
when I lost my dad,
as if strength could fill
the hollow space
he left.
And even now,
as I lose
myself—
the dreams I once held tight
d r i f t i n g
like clouds
in the sky.
What does it mean
to be strong
when I’m fighting
just to breathe?
Even at this advanced, unsettled age
daddy's name still evokes horrible pain,
he wasn't faithful to mom and her rage
never exploded to make us break down:
such an incredible courage was a saint's devoted creed,
she stood very strong protecting us with an iron shield!
My sisters weren't as aware as I was,
they went to school and played games,
I struggled a lot and thrived to prove myself:
I acted differently, never being broken in half!
A dad's duty is to guide his adored kids,
until they have developed a full brain;
to leave them stranded without a specific direction:
is a horrible deed that eventually leaves many scars!
Dad never hugged us, never listened closely but vaguely,
all he wanted was rigid discipline without any disagreement;
if we disobeyed, he would slap us hard without explaining why:
we were sheep under his rule, he used the rod on the innocent!
Times spent with mum were inspiring and insightful,
she taught me the Bible, dad didn't teach me anything;
my strength comes from mother and I revere this feeling:
no greater love has left a mark so mightful and spiritual!
In the heart of a storm, a child stands tall
Caught between the fierce winds of a divorce
Her parents' love shattered, their bond broken
Yet amidst the chaos, she finds solace
With her mother, she finds warmth and comfort
A gentle embrace in the midst of turmoil
Her mother's love, a beacon of light
Guiding her through the darkest of nights
But her father, a shadow of resentment
A looming figure of anger and pain
His presence a reminder of a fractured past
A source of anguish and bitter disdain
Yet still, the child remains steadfast
In her love for her mother, she finds peace
A sanctuary in a world torn asunder
Her mother's love, a fortress of grace
And though the storm rages on
She stands strong in her mother's embrace
For in her heart, she knows true love
Is found in the arms of the one who stays
They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.
Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.
Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.
Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.
I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to conform to your twisted fate.
They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but my mind sings a different tune.
With every step,
I prove society wrong.
In healing,
I grow immensely strong.
Your ghost may haunt me time to time,
but I will never let my past dictate my future,
as in shadows deep,
my spirt climbs,
to reach beyond the pain you caused.
I needed a father,
strong and wise,
to guide me through life's highs and lows.
But in your absence I was the strong one,
I learned to fight,
learned right from wrong.
In the depths of despair,
I found my way and found the strength to fight each day.
Through the pleads with God to bring you back,
silence is what I received.
In the silence I found grace,
And to learnt to stand up for myself.
Dad was going to repaper the wall.
Mum held the ladder, so he did not fall.
Will it be done by noon?
Dad smiled and did say "soon".
Speaking loud “keep it level” Dad did call.
Mum unhappy - planned it red all along.
Dad "asked what made you sad, Wow what is wrong?"
He completed the deed.
It's a rest he did need.
"Pink?" said Mum"I want it redder, so strong!"
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..
I STOOD YOUNG AND ALONE
NO ONE TO TONE
BEATEN AND ABUSED
UNSURE AND CONFUSED
NO ONE TO CALL
STAY HIDDEN AND SMALL
WHY WAS I BORN
TO BE TATTERED AND TORN
JUST PIECES OF ME
YOU CHOSE TO SEE
I CARRIED YOUR GUILT
IN THE HOUSE YOU BUILT
YOU WERE MY CARER
TO THE LIFE OF TERROR
A LITTLE GIRL
LONG BLONDE CURL
YOU THOUGHT YOU WON
BUT I JUST BEGUN
NO LONGER WEAK
IT'S STRENGTH I SEEK
NOW YOU'RE GONE
I AM STRONG
YOU WAS MY CANCER
NOW TO GOD YOU ANSWER
NOW I BE FREE
AND IN HELL YOU BE
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
strong and loving man
devoted husband and dad
gives shirt off back
Every girl, every woman no matter the age will understand what I am about to say.
It is about my hero, my favorite hero.
My Father. My Dad.
The most important man that has ever been or shall ever be.
He is no longer in my human realm.
He does not walk beside me here.
He is not here to look at me with deep chocolate concerning eyes.
But I still see him when he comes to check on me.
I see him when he comes into my dreams.
There I know he suffers not.
I see him standing tall, he is so strong.
Reaching out to hold my hand.
Praises my work, loves unconditionally.
When he finds that I am lost, he brings me home.
Still catching me if I fall.
Protecting me from unwanted foes.
Banging down doors rescuing me from capturers trying to enslave my soul.
Sometimes I feel the pain in my heart that remains when he left is way too strong.
Then I remember he suffers no more.
His little princess, I know I shall always be.
My favorite hero. My King. Forever he reigns.
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.