Soldier Father Poems | Examples

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Premium MemberTrue Voice

Times when I've run out of rope,
out of second chances, out of hope,
and I don't know what to do - 
I'm all alone and lost.
I've been too harshly tossed.
I'm drowning in a river, uncrossed. 
From Heaven, I hear you.

Times in my life, I've been laid low,
and hope is buried beneath snow -
I can't see my way through. 
Cold doom awaits, anon. 
How do I soldier on?
Memories of father gone -
I hear a voice that's true.


Premium MemberAt the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

     Wreath laid on his tomb
       My voice cracks as
         tears stream down 

     Can I explain this to my son ~
       My tongue has almost drowned

Premium MemberMoved to Tears

  People ask me what it's like to be the parent
    of a young man who serves in Gaza

  I am proud of my son, who is doing what he believes in
    because there comes a time when we sacrifice - remember that word?
      for our country, for our people, for our dignity

  I am moved to tears.  Tears of joy.  My son is my hero.

Premium MemberA Tender Goodbye

The brave son goes off to war
     visions of victory in his eyes

   His father mouths a tender goodbye
     turns away ~ breaks down and cries



   ________________________________
   Talked to my son, who was on the Gaza
   border, just before his phone was locked
   up and he went into combat.

Premium MemberSomeday

Someday

When I grow up, 
I want to be... like my father. 
He serves in the military, 
and helps other people 
around the world. 
He fights for the innocent. 
He lives in the Light. 
He is a good man. 
When I grow up. 

When I grow up, 
I want to be... like my mom. 
She is a nurse at a hospital. 
She helps people that are sick, 
get better. 
She is a warrior. 
She is a soldier, 
in the army of God. 
When I grow up. 

When I grow up, 
I want to be... 
everything that I can be, 
so that my mom, 
and my dad, 
will be proud. 
I want them to know 
that they did a good job, 
and gave me hard lessons, 
that I learned from, 
and still made me feel 
loved and cared for. 
When I grow up.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberMy Gaze Wonders

I gaze into my sons' lives
  and see myself
One's a fitness trainer
  So was I at his stage
One's a finance man
  Ditto for me at 24
One's a soldier
  Now that's what I
  secretly yearned to be
My youngest son 
  is the 'real me' ~
  tho' he's no forever
    wannabe

Premium MemberProud and Straight

My son is a soldier in Israel
  His picture in uniform on my wall

I see him standing proud and straight 
  Defender of a free democratic Jewish state
accused by Iran of spreading CV-19
  among other despicable lies ~ 
The mullahs better not mess with my guy!

Premium MemberA Time To Rejoice

Her face bathed in tears of mirth; her soldier father back from deployment. 



Date written: 03/22/2020

Premium MemberBursting With Pride

So proud of my son now, just bursting with pride
   though there were times, I admit, I was worried inside
   
In pre-induction training to defend the Jewish State
   surrounded by sworn enemies loaded with hate

With the guts to do what he truly believes in
   my youngest son's photos display a wide grin

He knows the Israeli Army's no walk in the park
   Losing even one war means the state goes dark

Yet the esprit de corps in his army's unmatched
   May God see him through his service unscratched

Premium MemberWe Answered the Call To Duty

We answered the call to duty
And sacrificed our lives,
By pledging our allegiance to
Protect America's freedoms,
In the wake of war cries in the sky.

It started at the induction station,
When we raised our right hand
Promising to fight for God and Country,
And maintain freedom in our land.

And like our fathers and forefathers
Who served in previous wars,
We went through vigorous training
To become a combatant, a soldier,
Who protected our nations shores.

We came from many walks of life,
Leaving family and friends behind,
Going to a far off country
Not knowing what dangers We'd find.

We went to a place called Vietnam,
Where we marched across the land,
Going from the city to the jungle,
Helping the people fight a war
We didn't understand.

Premium MemberI Wish It

I wish it son, boy of mine, 
I hear their cries.
I wish it boy, son of mine,
I can't tell myself lies.
Sometimes in the dark of 
night these memories are 
so alive.

I wish it my beautiful boy,
my son, my pride.
I wish it but then I look at
a picture of you and then I cry.
I wish it, I wish I could kill
my mind.

I wish I'd died on the field
with those pals of mine.
I wish I'd gone by bullet or
bomb so that I could no 
more hear their cries.

Premium MemberNamesake

My grandfather's name
Was given to me at birth
To honor the man
That my father never knew
Having died in World War Two

Premium MemberA Prayer For My Wife and Her Soldier

Oh Father I give to you my wife who gave her son,
he is one of two, the other life never really begun.

She held him as baby and made his lunch as a boy,
through strife and struggle he still is her pride and joy.

She loves him more than she ever said,
but each and everyday she tucked him into bed.

Watch over him father as he left to serve with much pride,
but please be with my wife who is struggling deep inside.

She taught him well and this will serve as a strong foundation,
but he needs you to perform the duties requested by this nation.

Give him the strength he needs for the tasks set before him,
for my wife awaits to hold him and see him laugh again.

This I humble pray as her husband...

Edward J Ebbs - Winter 2007

Premium MemberHolding Back His Tears

Holding back his tears
In front of him, a soldier kneels
As the mourners look on saddened
Inside the little boy feels

To grow up without his father
As he grows up without his friend
To play ball with him in the park
When he needs him, so much to depend

To be there through out his school life
To make him oh so proud
But not to be there when he graduates
Clapping and shouting out loud

To be there when he gets married
Be a grandfather to his kids
At his fathers funeral he attends
His life in battle rid

In front the soldier kneels
Holding the Stars and Stripes
Presenting it to the little boy
Holding back his tears, from his eyes




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