Strong Dad Poems | Examples
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“Death makes gone a good Daddy’s body but not their light strong enough to spend endless time shining for their child." .... poet
Not one time
had weighty concerns
claimed his face.
No doc words
seized confident displays from
his eyes or gestures.
Hurt hit her
hard while her dad lay
pondering
it seemed each
health test result returned but
not with fear or scorn.
Eyes on hers,
He last sighed, ‘daughter,
when I go
I shall stay
close and above as star glow,
sparkling joy for you.’
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!"
strong and loving man
devoted husband and dad
gives shirt off back
He died at thirty six
Suddenly he was gone
He needed to stay here
But his heart was not strong
I never saw his blue, blue eyes
I never heard his voice
I never got to love him
I never had a choice
I never got to touch him
I never felt his embrace
I never knew his love
His kindness and his grace
They started out as acquaintances at work
There was a tiny inkling that she had
She was a waitress, he was the soda jerk
He kind of reminded her of her Dad.
There was a tiny inkling that she had
He was exactly what a mate should be
He kind of reminded her of her Dad.
His arms were strong, his loving….free.
He was exactly what a mate should be.
He encouraged her to shine her light.
His arms were strong, his loving….free.
Her confidence was amazingly bright.
He encouraged her to shine her light.
He had become more than her best friend.
Her confidence was amazingly bright.
She said, “I’ll love you until the absolute end.”
A child is born,
Drinking from the Tree of Nutrition,
Growing strong and free.
With brown eyes and curly hair,
A symbol of the past and present,
This little one holds on tight,
Tears falling as the offering is given.
From the omnipotent Tree,
Metabolic characteristics are formed,
Breathing in oxygen and nitrogen,
Amidst the cacophony of life.
But to the developed ear,
This cacophony means love and joy,
A conduit between Agape's love
And the fear of the undeveloped.
The perfection of six,
A wellspring sanctuary grown,
Holding this child in my arms,
I am in my true form,
Agape's developed presence.
The Rock
by Bob Moore ©2022
The Rock was always in my life
to convince me to carry on
standing by me through trouble and strife
but then, the Rock had gone
With the Rock no longer with me
the future full, of shadows and dread
of fears I would have to face alone
things all tumbling through my head
But The Rock had taught me well,
and I remembered things we had said
so while these memories are in my mind
The Rock will never be dead
I will live my life, how I was taught
by the Rock, I knew as a lad
and hope that you, have a Rock as strong
for my Rock, was my Dad.
by Bob Moore
He was always strong;
always self-assured;
always in charge.
Never a weak moment did I
ever see in him; never saw
him afraid of anything.
I never asked him why;
Never asked grandma why;
Never asked mother why;
Till now, I have not asked
any of my siblings.
The sight of those tearful
moments never engendered an
inquiry, but never escaped my
memory. And early this morning,
the thought shouted out at me,
and I wanted to know why.
Why was daddy crying?
I remembered that hurtful cry,
an awful sigh. Someday, perhaps
I will know the reason for daddy's cry.
091222PS
Living in freedom
eyes always on guard
So strong, big and tough
Claws are razor sharp
deep roar from the throat
A protective dad
29/03/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Tableau 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
# 2
2nd place in the contest
Bubblicious, not Bubble Yum
was my dad's favorite bubble gum.
Outperforming the second best,
on the coffee table it would rest
like a power nap between meals.
(Just one of dad's daily ordeals.)
Chomp, chomp, he'd continue the same,
whether reading or watching a ball game.
Again, it'd rest on the coffee table
while he'd jog, both strong and stable.
Not behind ears, where hair could cling,
not stuck on plates or any such thing.
On the coffee table it would be
as comfortable as family.
Grum, grum, upon the gum he'd graze,
each piece lasting two whole days.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Long, the coffee table's been laid bare,
save waxy steaks and a vacant stare.
3/9/2021
Dad,
you died
far too soon.
I wanted years
to hold your hand in mine still warm and strong.
Doctors told me there was no hope for mom
to let her go,
to stop care.
Still weep,
mom.
___________________________
November 2, 2020
Poetry/Tetractys/My Eternal Grief
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1299-841-02
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Double Tetractys 5
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration Image #2, Judged 11/13/20
First Place
New show
Must go
Mind set
You bet
Head strong
So wrong
Can’t walk
I squawk
Need ride
I cried
Too far
Want car
Take dad’s
He’s mad
No fun
Sore bum
Tragedy can strike, at any given time.
I pray that you will be ready, and in the right frame of mind.
No matter how big or how small your clan, there only needs to be one.
Who can be strong enough for the others, and can do what needs to be done.
End of life care, is not for the weak.
God will give you the strength, and help you stay on your feet.
The first time in my life, I went through hell and came back.
Was when my mother died from cancer, but my Dad was there and kept me on track.
My father said son, watching your mother die is going to be hard.
It will beat the hell out of your soul, and leave you forever scarred.
You can't possibly understand...what that man and I saw.
But he taught me to have faith in God, and his strength I could always draw.
Think of us oft, when you travel afar,
On orders protecting, lives we enjoy;
You and your pals, family superstars,
We miss you every time, you must deploy.
And while you’re away, the kids will move on,
School, sports, church—and nightly prayers for their Dad;
Strong daily living; a life marathon,
Until your return, our love ironclad.
Many folks benefit from your good will,
They honor volunteer service no doubt;
And when you return, back to the sawmill,
Our own return to normal, comes about.
Thank you. We love you. You are our hero.
Our resistance to your service—zero!
August 17, 2018
like waves crashing against the shore
like wind blowing thru the trees
during a storm
you have given me something
that my heart cannot ignore
your melody i sing
like a strong magnetic force
like birds to a tree
like sunlight to leaves
like an egg to seed
you are my daughter
and thru my heart I see
your beauty and potential
your smiles I breathe
your laugh and joyous shouts
gives me the greatest feeling
that I have ever felt
Thankyou, I say
because if it wasn’t for you
I never would have celebrated father's days
6/15/2018
Kale Brereton