Husband Father Poems | Examples
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Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
In an instant,
one or more lives can be changed forever.
A car crosses the road,
now headed for a pick-up truck.
The driver, husband and father to be,
lies dead on the road.
The wife and mother to be will some how survive,
but will never be the same.
The unborn baby will also survive,
their lives will be changed forever.
Their loving mother will make hard choices,
this precious little one will be adopted out.
All three lives have been changed forever,
just one person caused all this pain.
I’m afraid my feet are now cold
On an idea I was once sold
To be wife for life to smile and cry
With days and nights bound by ring of gold
I don’t want to be a sex slave
Little more than a breeder and maid
To lose my father’s name for a harder husband’s gain
My independence will surely fade to gray
I see you
Now stuck in two dimensions
They sit you up
They lie you down
Semi vertical
Fully horizontal
Yet, I have the coloured lenses
Of memory
They don't know the man I can see;
Cycling, dancing, singing
Living a fully rounded vibrant life
Kind and gentle
Father, husband, friend
Grandpa, colleague, leader
Teacher, wise councillor
Bright and beautiful
All things
Now hidden
Under thin grey sheets
A cruel captive
Pencil sketched in
Monochrome
A palliative prisoner
Yet, we celebrate
A vibrant life of joy
A legacy of light and love
A space that will never quite be filled
Except with colour
strong and loving man
devoted husband and dad
gives shirt off back
Meadow was born out of a long line of fiddlers
Her bluegrass roots showed out without apology
We were tapping our feet after the first three notes
Songbirds hovered close, to get a better seat.
She’s a Williams all right, Old Grandma Williams said.
This is her Hatchet roots showing through said Aunt Hatchet.
Their feud was well-known in the Tennessee Valley.
After Williams’ first husband ran off with Aunt Hatchet.
she crossed my threshold and went to his house,
my only daughter, wed and his dear spouse,
a girl once, a beautiful woman now,
history is witness to fresh new love,
said “he is my husband, I love him so”,
but daddy, I will never let you go!”
1st placement
Written “ 21/09/22
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Our father has passed from this life
He cared about his children and his wife
He was sometimes, not so understanding
He was a person that was demanding
Guiding his family with a firm hand
The lessons learned, made me a better man
In our lives, our father was the example
My siblings and I, thankful for the sample
Our father was a man with beliefs
In this time of mourning, don't have grief
Beloved by manyfor seventy-eight years
Though he'll be missed, don't shed tears
Dedicated to Floyd Lee Neal Sr.
February 17, 1919 - April 13, 1997
From high a silent body fell,
another...then...another.
Someone's father...someone's
mother...husband...grandpa...
sister...brother.
They fell into the clouds
that day
caught by angels on
their way.
Can our tears be also
caught
to cement love what hate
has wrought?
A cloud of dust, and they
were gone.
A summer's day, a bitter
song.
We became those who
were lost,
brothers, sisters, differences
tossed.
Now, twenty years along
the road,
both good and bad have
been bestowed.
We've learned some things
from that sad day
we can find each other
but a smile away.
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
A Naval man
An Auto Detailer
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, O’ dear Father
I thank you for always
Co-providing
Always being present
A Veteran
A small gentle man
A married man to one woman
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
On this warm September day
I am ever so thank-full this day
Thanksgiving, thanksgivings to you,
~you whom was birth on this day
~dedicated verse to my earthly Father
Joseph Lee
1925 Sunrise ~ 1986 Sunset
I know it is my wedding day
but I need to study the sharks a bit longer
Her mother left her then.
Her sister kept harping for a bit
Eventually wandering away too
What am I getting into? She asked the sharks.
Is he a good man, or will the evil side come out?
She had a friend whose husband turned into an abuser
The sharks swam past at a leisurely pace
She stood there for a long time, communing
They answered her in the best way they could.
I am ready, she told her father.
Are we going up the aisle or out the back door? He asked.
She loved him so, he knew her better than all the others.
Free as a mockingbird singing
No kids in sight and unmarried
Had one husband, but now none
Colleges broaden my horizon
Learning about the world
Heartache and heartbreak
Lost in the frenzy of despair
To death and grief
Lost the grip of my father's clasped hand
Visualizing roses tossed in the air
High School graduation day
Drawing pictures in the IRS building
Clasping my father's hand firmly
It's take your daughter to work day
Ears clear with clarity
As my mother sings me to sleep
A horizon of toys block my view
In my cradle fast asleep
~Here doesn't lies a physical man for his spirit has risen and left the land the casket contains his flesh and Bones but his Spirit has risen he has gone he's flown home resting peace be released we miss you
Son
Navy Chef veteran World War II
Husband
Father
Sunrise: September 9th 1925
Sunset:. December 28th 1986
"Rest in peace physically under on the Earth but alive spiritually living with God and Jesus"
JOSEPH LEE
1/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
A dedication to my father Joseph Lee
Married wife
Now pregnant
New parents
9/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Aries
husband, father, doctor, and cricketer,
Lover of poetry, photography, music,
in a World divided by arrogance, ignorance and greed!
Dream of a world without borders, of happy children without starvation,
I fear world is consumed by prejudice, selfishness and lacks wisdom,
I am a devote friend, a romantic lover, a committed dad,
My magic wand would sprinkle happiness to all, smash grief like a battering
Ram!
Written 6/April/2020