I Love My Daughter Poems | Examples
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I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I hate our memories
I loved hanging out with you
I hated being with you
We used to love each other
Now the love is turning into hate
I love my dad
But, I hate Mark
Raising these babies,
As a father I done had my ups and downs,
As a man I be praying I don't let my babies down,
As a brother my religion has me focused on The Highest,
As I pray and you know I got my babies right beside me,
As a father gotta teach them that within there's something greater,
As a man I love their mothers without them I couldn't make them,
As a brother my religion has me focused on a better way,
I know I'm far from perfect but at least I taught them how to pray.
Raising these babies,
As a father I done cried so many times,
As a man if I can't feed them I'll turn to a life of crime,
As a brother my religion tells me put them babies first,
After God life is hard but I know it could be worst,
As a father I'll protect them cause I love my sons and daughters,
As a man I'm responsible to nurture and support them,
As a brother my religion tells me teach them equity,
They're my heart and without them I don't think that I can breathe.
I love my daughter
My God loves her you know
We all have an Absalom
A little in you and me
a little in those we love
And to my dying breath you know
Absalom will be with me
I'm so tired so tired answering questions
Ends with Absalom holding my hand
Away from here at last, tomorrow at last
Today at last you know
We will pick flowers together
in the garden with the Gardener
we will pick up the pieces
and put them back together
not like we tried before, you know
I looked in her direction she smiled
I've seen it before maybe more than once
I woke up and looked in her direction
You know It's all in a dream what can I say
Maybe it will happen again
Home to Rest
(She said, "I love my room."
The very happy feeling of being home.)
Today,
my daughter came home.
She was not crying this time,
so my heart is lighter than last.
She showed me new shirts,
gathered items from a tourist shop.
I simply listened,
so thrilled to hear her speak.
To focus on her voice,
and watch, no gaze at her face,
dance with delight at the memories,
she created with someone else.
I am not jealous,
it is a sign...
she has her own life,
and is growing up.
Probably already there,
and I am slow to arrive.
You don't remember anything,
of yesterday's darkness.
God again has blessed me.
No one should recall,
where we have been.
The future is bright,
and the sunshine is Light,
you are a dove,
in flight.
A treasure to see,
from the ground to the sky,
so high...
fly on angel,
to the stars!
I love a cup of tea.
It brings much joy to me.
I love my pretty wife.
She’s the best thing in my life.
I love my daughter Kate.
As little girls go she’s great.
I love my son Steven.
His infectious smile, one reason.
I love to golf and fish.
More time for these I wish;
I love to read and write.
Two of life’s great delights.
I love my group of friends.
Have a grand time with them;
I love my Lord and Savior.
Let’s all live on forever.
The pleasure of love destroyed,
refilled heart of freshly poured concrete,
slowly hardened nothing to avoid,
treading through life with drowning feet.
Thoughtless possibilities so endless,
blank time giving all, dragging me down,
promises, now my minds judge, relentless,
much assumed, all consumed and null grown.
Years of my true being, of caring and joy,
all diminished in significance by one,
my built drained wishing well to destroy,
all that’s left from life now a single stone.
Hastening to close my eyes no more cry,
lonesome half empty bottle my new friend,
my humor once gifted by nurture, now shy,
soon signed off by my fooled life to the end.
I wrote this poem as a reminder of my conflicted thoughts in my first few months after my separation and painful loss of seeing my daughter now 3 years ago.
All I can say is remain strong, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that positive goes a long way.
PS I Love my 6 year old daughter
She looks at me with such hate,
I wish we could start with a fresh slate.
Every parent makes mistakes,
Learning from them is what it takes.
Her words can be vicious with her sharp tongue,
People say there is no excuse for it being 18 she's not young.
As a parent we are not always guaranteed,
That our children will follow our words and succeed.
To hear your child say they hate you,
Is sometimes hard to get through.
I wanted to be everything she needed,
But nothing seemed good enough for any reason.
I love my child to the moon and back,
I'm just not sure how much more I can take of her verbal attack.
I know it's a common thing for a young adult to go through this phase,
But she didn't even come home for the holidays.
Her reasoning made no sense,
And she had me under false pretense.
Little lies and big decisions,
Are my eye's failing me am I stuck with this vision?
I know the decisions she is making is horrible,
And it hurts because I can't be forcible.
All I want for you my dear child is to be you,
To look in the mirror and see yourself as honest and true.
Late at night
They were all alone
Getting in their car
Ready to go home
One rifle, two cries
One dead, one hospitalized
Little girl on a gurney, trembling knees
Prays to God, begging please
"I love my mom don't take her, no!"
"If you take her, with her please let me go."
Angel girl lost her wings
Through her troubled years
Beautiful kid, lost her soul
Where did that sweet little girl go?
Boys and drugs corrupted her heart
What was bright and innocent, now turned dark
Many attempts in her short time
Still wishing that shot had took her life
Drunk and unsteady
Angel girl was all alone
She got in her car
Heading for "home"
Faster and faster
High from any dreams
When she crashed, late that night
No one heard her screams
Welcoming arms embraced her
She finally made it back to her home
God gave back the wings to his little girl
The one he's loved and always known
I've loved her,
Since the beginning of time.
Whether we're laughing
or crying,
happy with each other,
or MAD,
but still trying.
It changes NOTHING!
I am her's,
and she...
She is mine.
And, I guess that means,
that at this very moment,
I can finally admit,
that I love a lesbian.
From the tip top,
of a cut that's cropped,
to the bottoms of
her booted feet.
Whether this is a phase,
or a fait en complete...
It...Changes...NOTHING!
I am her's,
and she...
She is mine.
Our blood intertwined...
Our spirits aligned...
Our hearts refined...
Our destinies designed...
And, no matter, if she chose this,
or if it was chosen for her,
I...AM...HER'S.
And, she...
SHE...IS...MINE!
Our bond, can never be maligned.
And, I guess that means...
Yes! That's what it means!
It means that I love my daughter,
Sooooooo, that means...that
I love a lesbian.
My Family
I love my family from the core of my heart
From a far off distance and miles apart
Being a daughter is the best feeling
A family which is very understanding
I love my family
My dad,who is a superhero
My mom,who is above all
My sister,sweet loving and caring
My brother,who will be fighting but with lot of love and care
My grandfather,who gifted me on my first birthday a cute bear
My grandmother,who took care of me when I was sick
My aunt,who was there with me through out my thin and thick
I love my family,I love my family
I love my Dad although he's dead.
That matters not, he's in my head.
The things he said.
I seemed to grab his full attention.
From the moment of conception.
Perhaps because I almost died.
Along with mother, while still inside.
Could it be because of me
being such a little cutie?
We share so many common traits.
Music...wit..was it just fate?
I feel him with me, vibrations strong.
Encouraging, enabling, leading me on.
To be the best that I can be.
Not held back, set free.
I am so blessed to come from you.
Thank you Dad, I love you too.x
my daughter
MY DAUGHTER HERE I HONOR THEE
IS IT? BECAUSE LIKE ME?
YOU HAVE A PARENT TO RESENT,
A PARENT, WHO THOU WELLMENT
DID PASS HIS WAYS ALONG THE LINE.
TO MAKE FAIR GROWTH A LETHAL MINE.
THAT SECRET THING THAT TROUBLES US.
TODAY, I BELIEVED.
I LOVE MY DAUGHTER,
AND LET GO OF THE THINGS AND FEELINGS
THAT STOPPED THAT LOVE FROM BEING SHARED,
I KNOW I HAVE TO TELL HER OF THESE THINGS AS SHE IS,
WILL BE, A NEW AGE WOMEN.
What are the shadows?
That she hold fast
The ones to let go of, at last
Peace is in the letting go
If I could only let her know
I’m in my shoes, not hers
I may have worn them in the past
But her finding, is her path
One day she’ll wish she had
Gone into that darkened place
And found the lighter side
With a welcome and a smile
Especially hoped for
Before I die
But more important be
her finding of
Happiness, joy, and fully free
I am not a hot babe,
I'm a hot babes mum.
I was a hot babe once
but now those days are gone.
I am not a hot babe,
now I am just hot,
hot flushes and dizzy spells,
me,I have the lot.
My daughter looks like me,
is what they all say,
she says that I'm no minger,
so everything's okay.
I'm glad that I'm not ugly,
I'm just not in my prime,
I've had my share of wolf whistles,
now it's my daughters time.
She really is a stunner,
she stands out in a crowd.
I love my beautiful daughter,
of whom I'm truly proud.
I love my daughter
I really do
But why does she turn into a monster
when it just me and you
*A Confectionary Daughter*
Slice by slice
Gesture by gesture
Passing out sweetness in the halls of her school
Sending out love telegrams in the way of her confectionary love
She is a rare kind of daughter
She never goes hungry
Nor does she desire this for her friends
Passing along them in the hallways at her not so famous high school
Her fans know her best by “Mikachu”
Doing her best to spread some love and laughter
Learning from sugar and smiles
She struggles to concentrate in her afternoon classes
As her sugar high hits the floor
She springs into action at the sound of the last bell
She leans up to her new boyfriend and has new secrets to tell
Planning for their long talks after the day has ceased
Her sugary friends depart onto their separate paths
Her new boyfriend and she connect on the airwaves
She retreats to her home in her simple suburb
Looking for new ways to bring smiles to their faces tomorrow
This is a day in the life of my daughter
I love my Mikachu too!
Mom!