Father Poems | Examples of Father Poetry

Father There is no other like you That is holy Also we sing praises to your name You are the one who made us With your holy hands You came to judge the living And the dead Also you died in the cross The third day you rose again Also you are the ruler of earth and heaven ...

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Butting heads, locking horns the difficult child of three if anyone was causing grief It was always going to be me, a stubborn chip from a stubborn old block never at ease we two so I left and made a life for myself far from the one you knew, you pushed too hard to tie me down I went and you felt betrayed, you...

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[Verse 1] Well, hello there, Romeo — didn’t hear you knock Waltzin' in like love ain’t got a lock You've got big dreams and a borrowed car And a fistful of daisies like that’ll get you far She’s got your name in her diary heart But I’ve seen boys like you come apart You think you're chasing paradise and lace But you’re one...

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-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind. “Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.” Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together. Late at night, when silence drapes...

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Conversations with my father, Bittersweet, and maybe sad Conversations with my father Talks that we never had. Companionably silent As we set off walking Neither of us known For doing too much talking Down Lambwath road To Billy Bulson’s farm, Each with a broken 12 bore Tucked safely underarm. I was at his hospital bedside On the day that he died Once alone in the car I...

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When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for years and years, decades even. He wasn’t tall like my grandfather. But he wasn’t short either. He had a habit of biting his cuticles that I inherited and would be...

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His soul portrays the eyes of a wolf, lost without his pack - banished from his territory. In his deceptive demeanour, hiding his depressive state - he howls at the moon. An outcast unable to dream, he adorns a false smile at sunrise, as he's still scarred from the house he once built - brick by brick. Where walls of lullabies, were created...

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Fishing Memories my father and I early in the morning our favorite together time sun peeping above the horizon many times, we caught no fish who cares...

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there were times when I did not understand him times when I fought with my heart, to remember time would not forget the days that were so grim it wouldn’t be that long, just before December he would tell us that love had come to his life years after this, I’d see that stirring ember sparks of hope divine to heal...

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Hearthstone Of Thy Fathers Love Fatherhood exuberant and renowned is how you boys made me feel. Exquisite was the taste of my tears as I felt the sensation of joy in both of your first cry’s! The days, weeks, months and first years were somewhat overbearing however not once ever overbearing you were and will always be my...

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An Amazing Son I wouldn’t trade you for the world. I enjoy spending time with ya. All my belongings will be yours one day. You will carry out my last name. I miss you when we're not together. When I’m gone, I will still be with you forever. You're growing up too fast. Together we...

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A senior moment experienced by this drip... awash with intermittent amnesia. Scant number of minutes elapsed... before I forgot whether yours truly took another dose of glycopyrrolate ingested as a palliative prescription medication addressing the issue of palmar hyperhidrosis -- excessive perspiration of palms of hands, an unpleasant physiological symptoms afflicting me more than three fourths of my threescore and six years or more specifically sixty six...

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MY BOYS ARE MY LIFE. BEING WITH THEM MOST OF THEIR LIVES TILL NOW, WITH THIS UNFORESEEN CHANGE HAS AFFECTED US AND CHANGED OUR LIVES. OUR QUALITY OF LIFE HAS DIMINISHED. I AM NOT AS HAPPY. FOOD DOESN'T TASTE THE SAME. THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE WITHOUT MY BOYS. WHEN I SPEAK WITH THEM, I CAN HEAR IT IN...

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Mother, father are weeping Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul The wind, their house is breaking And the morning is very cold Outside they find With the earth in the sky That their sound is not here Nor is it nearby There's a train screaming angels to lower their heads And a cold concrete block reeking of death When no one was...

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Father I miss you I wish we were close You're not that far, we're in the same house We eat dinner together We converse by silence, You smile at me, fill the space with jokes and love That we both know I won't respond to. But we pretend, we all do, That we are a happy family. Like I don't just act like you don't exist. You...

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