Daughter Poems | Examples of Daughter Poetry

I reflect on the days- Her first little steps, those tiny feet chasing dreams. Her doing silly little dances on the floor, She'd giggle, then stumble, then laughter galore. You weren’t there when she climbed the school bus stairs. Smiling like sunshine with a lunchbox in hand, ready to conquer the world before the world even knew her. You...

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An Artist’s Dream NYC Culture Collective August 2018 The SoHo District – imagine – Art center of Manhattan! Trendy upscale boutiques and Restaurants, “Ms Yoo” in this plan It was in August when the art show Daughter and friend designed it all, The friend had her book signing, Daughter kept the event oiled Watercolors placed artistically Realistic florals and landscapes Imaginary scents of roses and lilies Lined the...

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My hair is wild, as wild as can be. It sticks out in all sorts of places, It goes through many fits and stages, You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes! I have curls to a large degree. They won’t listen to my plea. My hair demands to be free....

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I wish I could put into words the love a mother has for her child. It is a depth that no one else can reach. They are my existence; they are my breath. My children illuminate my soul and give my life purpose. It's like seeing the world for the first time. They are so...

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I pick up the phone to call her But she is not there her phone is disconnected I miss her laugh Her voice inflections I miss knowing she is where she is supposed to be It has been five years two months and twenty-two days Yet in a way, it seems like she passed yesterday or maybe this morning I miss her beef and...

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To the man who stood so tall, Who picked me up with every fall. In life’s loud storm or silent pain, You stood like shelter in the rain. When nights were long, and hopes ran low, You still believed and let it show. You taught me how to fight, to stand, To build my dreams with steady hand. Behind your silence was endless...

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You will know your dad when you too became a dad! You shall feel glad when you realize, he was your launch pad! You will appreciate his wisdom when you shoulder responsibilities of the kingdom! You will realize his care when he was dissolved into the air! You will dearly miss him when alone, against the tides of life, you swim! You shall...

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To each of my children please know I love you. If you weren't my children, I don't know what I'd do. As babies and infants you brought me so much joy. Playing make believe with me as we played with your toys. Though I must admit changing diapers weren't my style. But you each got me through it with your...

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Sitting in the balcony, I sit blank and stare Two crows in the tree, some flying in the air They hop and play without care or worry I watch them with fancy, don’t know why I feel sorry They have all the time, and no boss to please No responsibilities, no bills, no school fees No one to shout, and no...

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I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady, You went to bed with symptoms of the flu, A soft child’s breath is what I seek, To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace. But as I peel back the covers, I find Your stillness is no longer sleep. I call your name, my voice trembling, Attempt to rouse you from your peace, But you...

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The sunrise paints the prairie gold, The breeze still hums that tune of old, Where once I’d ride with reins held tight, Now I rock through the hush of night. My boots sit still by the old back door, Dusty dreams from days before. The saddle waits on its wooden stand— But now I hold life in my hands. No roundup calls, no...

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If I ever had a daughter like me, I’d call her my little desert rose so she knows I’ve lived it too— a brittle-stemmed rose blooming through sandstorms. Were I to have a daughter— someone soft like me... I’d tell her I’m sorry. Not for bringing her into a world where cruelty exists— but for letting her live in it when her petals part before her thorns remember...

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Cherished moments of you so dear ...

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A branch once held our daughter’s swing By blue supporting ropes, The yellow molded plastic Holding her and all our hopes. We pushed her as she laughed out loud And always wanted more, So we complied, each happy swing Just like the one before. In time, she grew too big for it; It hung there, never used. The branch, from wind and rain and All that...

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i put in too much effort yet sometimes, it’s not enough to make them stay i try and try. i pour my soul out, but at the end of the day i’m left with my thoughts. i sit in silence and think i think about what i need to be better for myself and them i need reassurance that maybe i am doing okay and it’s all...

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