Father Death Poems | Examples
These Father Death poems are examples of Death poems about Father. These are the best examples of Death Father poems written by international poets.
A little girl in her bright red hat.
About five, or something like that.
Runs to her dad, playing cowboy on a horse.
And the skittish horse bucks, of course.
Oh, the little time that tragedy requires.
The just-bought gun accidentally fires.
The little girl falls, grasping her bright red hat.
Imagine that.
Categories:
child, dark, death, father,
O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –
Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy –
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.
Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last
Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.
Categories:
creation, death, military, myth,
Shut the door to the purple and bruised
in the dark like an old dog and a bone
refuses the water too and a stew.
cooked to be so deliciously....
but her old bones are given
and stubborn of weakness,
I just need you to drink
and to eat something...
There's another of black of visions
I can hear the ravens and the pigeons,
after the flooring of my subtle empathy
and an old friend loses her grips
as that damn kitchen sink drips
I can't go with them to the Vets
as you are and will be everything.
I protected my little girl
its down, in so much hell,
when it pelts so much hail
and a dummy for sale,
that I refuse with......
a shore with a dead whale
of a protagonist...
and how I feel I failed
with a reality of no twisted,
just random of lists flicked
and I'm alone in Oblivion.
Categories:
angel, animal, death of
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11
As Christian believers
we may suffer tribulation and trouble
but does that mean the Lord leaves us alone?
We may become destitute, hungry and naked,
but does the Lord turn his back on His children?
NEVER will he leave us to demon attack.
We are on a mission, a journey t'wards home...
home to the Father. Our path may grow hazy;
but counsel, direction, encouragement from
God's Spirit brings joy to those who seek Him.
NEVER will the powers of hell win.
There's NOTHING that can separate us from God;
death, itself, is a welcome homecoming.
Life on earth may involve persecution
I guess that's what our Savior, Jesus meant -
Oppression in the midst of righteousness
drives you closer toward heaven's goalpost.
As a Christian believer,
if you discover the world is hating you
Remember: “it hated and rejected me first .”
Categories:
11th grade, death, encouraging,
Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly. Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘
‘This is not my house …’
‘Well, may I speak to Mr “X”?’
‘No, sorry. My father passed away an hour ago. We have just returned from the hospital—‘
The register in his voice went up an octave: ‘Well, put your mother on the phone, then.’
‘She passed away last week—‘
‘Of all the [expletive] excuses I have ever heard …’ And with that he slammed down the phone.
laughter is
the best medicine
s.c.a.n.d.a.l.i.s.e.d
don’t judge
till you know
the story …
Categories:
death, grief, parents, satire,
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.
Categories:
appreciation, dad, death, father,
My son lies teetering
On the edge of the abyss
And tears rivulet.
God, I beg you, please.
End this suffering, I beg,
I die as he breathes.
I love him, dammit,
But if he suffers for me,
I'm a poor father.
So decide. Heal him
Or quiet his pain. Mercy,
I beg of you, God.
Was not once enough?
I yield. Take my dreams, my love,
But please, spare my son.
Your house is great, God.
Let him know true love, mercy,
Kindness. Take him home.
Else heal him, Father,
He is too weak, as am I,
He should not suffer.
Not like this limbo,
Do not purgate him alive
But heal, or relieve.
Take my every tear
as payment. Soften your heart.
Miracle child mine.
Categories:
bereavement, child, death, father,
The world, my son
is one big market
people buying, people selling
some winning, some just walking through.
I was once a loud voice in it
Trading dreams, chasing deals
but today, I feel quiet
like the shop is closing.
Lying here, I hear something
a whisper, maybe a name
and I think it’s time
to pack my things.
Son, listen to me
life is trade and timing.
When your chance comes
don’t hesitate to sell your best.
Now go
make your profit with grace.
My work is done.
Farewell.
Categories:
12th grade, dad, death,
A Directional Curse
The first time I heard
“Go to hell.”
where it seemed
not just an aimless curse
but a direction.
The empty soul
in bright orange;
couldn’t miss him,
but they aim to.
No emotions,
just a fly on the wall
on sticky tape.
He can’t escape
the familys’ words -
they will be heard.
One father moved
the lectern
to face the beast,
to chastise him
to his face.
One mother preached
with scripture keepsakes
leaving his fate to God.
One day can shatter
so many lives;
temporal tears
will be wiped away
by God.
We don’t teach
our kids to say,
“Go to hell,”
except to send the devil
back where it belongs.
Categories:
death, fate,
They filed his blood beneath a numbered case—
the marrow went to war without a call.
The VA counted cells, not what took place
in basements where his stare could split the wall.
The cancer knew his secrets—mutiny
against Guam’s humid silence, its red debt
claimed as the twenty-one guns thoomed in key.
We stood. We nodded. No one cried. Not yet.
There’s money now, for toxin’s wrongful death,
Agent Orange crusading through his bones.
But not for years of learning that a breath
is held—not for the legacy of tones.
They pay for what his blood became, not how
it taught us all to disappear. Lie down.
Categories:
america, death, family, war,
Farewell! Farewell!
It’s time for my closing verse.
How long the years
that bless and unkindly curse,
till in a black wagon
our sorry a-rse draggin’
we get to flat ride in a hearse
Goodbye! Goodbye!
Father, we buried you today
in a wicker casket
wherein bones of Mother lay.
Laid to rest upon her
as the guest of honour
together once more to stay
1921 ~ 2014.
Written: October 2014
Alas for most of us the one time we
get to ride in a big chauffeur driven
limo is the day you’re DOA! RIP dad.
Categories:
death, father, goodbye,
Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back,
I too wish to be at the resemblance
of hardworking thumbs,
those same fingers that sewed
the futile grounds back home,
my mother’s yuca farm,
my father's dying crops,
dance taking their final
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction
where my ancestors
sleep while their bones
continue
to prosper,
their voices evoke
within the breeze
that had asked
for generational appeal
to the heavens that took
their last breath,
“My body crisp
at the sight of the sun,
my mind wavers as my heart
knows endless
bounties of weeds,
twisting,
turning,
suffocating,
all of life beneath
our breaths,
Yet The Night is upon us,
offering eternal rest as
mercy has finally reached
it's limits, a new vision
begins alongside
the Golden
thread of Youth,
a soul that marked
a beginning and now
an end.”
All that's left withered
away as each ancestor
departs,
my parents left their grounds,
the vibrancy of life dried
up leaving no generations
behind,
My Youth became
their bodies and my life
framed forever in each
era of my ancestors.
Categories:
death, family, farm, growing
I’ve heard others talking as if He were dead,
But He rose to give life to others instead.
I’m only one, small it may seem,
But He died and He rose my life to redeem.
And likewise, for you He was crucified,
Don’t make it for naught that He died.
Accept His offer, redemption of sin,
And the Spirit He left us will live within.
For He arose, a place to prepare,
He went ahead until we get there.
Eternity awaits us, to praise His name,
Through Jesus our Savior we stake our claim.
The Father has blessed us by giving His Son,
Over Satan and evil our God has won.
Categories:
death, giving, god, life,
A wellspring of
Eternal joy
Unfolds within
A little boy
He schemes and
Dreams in
Fantasies
Things no man
Could ever be
But somewhere in
His youthful eye
The boy must know
The man will die
Categories:
2nd grade, boy, death,
The arrival of his departure
(A numb and cruel upheaval starter)
was an emotional core rupture;
a visual goodbye to my father.
I saw his final, last inhale
that would never flow to release.
I saw his life light fade to pale
before leaving to forever peace.
In time, I joyously came to know
his essence was such a strong force,
he could bend love air to a flowing echo
and sound it when I needed him most.
I feel sure my father's echo has limits.
Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists
must be supremely granted gifts.
At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.
Categories:
death, deep, emotions, father