Love Father Daughter Poems | Examples

These Love Father Daughter poems are examples of Father Daughter poems about Love. These are the best examples of Father Daughter Love poems written by international poets.


Hold my Hand

It's a far reaching stretch,
Large people has flooded in,
I am not alone,
My father has held my brothers hand pretty strong;
As he makes the path in between 
I too am catching up ,
A carnival is yet to come
Huge creatures approached 
 as we stood in front .

Loud drums and hustling crowd 
papa speaks to his friends around ,
But I did see his one hand still held 
By that little guy on the ground,
Through a distance ,
there was this white eyed, black teeth shabby clothed crow like guy
Running right at the crowd , 
Wherever he went , people gasped.
And As he was approaching , 
I already took a few steps back  
He came right at my brothers face,
And He curled up to my father's legs 
leaving everyone awestruck
Then restoring to our places , 
People laughed .
 
It's a far reaching stretch,
Life is filled with strange people
I am not alone ,
But I too would love 
To hold my father's hand .


Premium MemberFather




I seem to do everything wrong,
or else I just take too long.
I won't wear a dress
and my hair's always a mess.
I can't tell a joke
and yes, I still smoke.
Everything I do
is frowned on by you.
Now you've gone to heaven above;
I'll never be able to win your love.

His Kind of Love

I am my father’s daughter —
quiet when it matters,
loud when it doesn’t,
loyal like a bruise that never fades.

He was a man of few words
and too many beers,
a homebody with calloused hands
who built his love from paychecks, plywood,
and patched fences.
He didn’t say much,
but he never let us go without.

We all worked with him —
held tools before toys,
learned to measure twice, cut once,
and use what we had
to make what we needed.

He handed me a hammer
like it was a promise.
Taught me how to build things
that wouldn’t fall apart.
And somehow,
that became a kind of love too.

He taught me the stillness of fishing —
how to listen for the pull,
how to wait without wanting too much.
He showed me rivers
the way some fathers show their daughters cathedrals.
And when I stand near water now,
he’s the first name that echoes back.

His anger could shake the walls,
but his lessons still hold:
Don’t waste. Don’t lie.
Always bait your own hook.

I used to sit
in the passenger seat of his silence,
learning how love doesn’t always speak,
but shows up every morning
with boots on
and something heavy in its hands.

Ghosted

They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts

They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won

You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart

Now you play the victim 
the hole you created, i sit in

I don’t want to become 
the monster i’ve come from 

Obsessed with yourself, with fame, with money
then you sit and describe her like sweet honey

You say it was harmless
a friendship, nothing more, but now I’m the farthest

You lied with a smile, called in love with a grin
while I drowned in silence, you let her in

In my silence, I find space to breathe
while all you do is leave, leave, leave

She pulls the strings 
and I watch horror as the show begins

She has you at her beck and call
and you forget me as I suffer in school

You left me stranded, no reason, no clue 
while she became your favourite view

You watched me break, still walked away 
now I drown slowly, in the pain that you gave me

Some day you will pay

Happy Father's Day

To the man who stood so tall,
Who picked me up with every fall.
In life’s loud storm or silent pain,
You stood like shelter in the rain.

When nights were long, and hopes ran low,
You still believed and let it show.
You taught me how to fight, to stand,
To build my dreams with steady hand.

Behind your silence was endless care,
A love so deep, always there.
You gave up joys, ignored your need,
To see us smile, to help us succeed.

You worked in pain, you hid your fear,
And never let it interfere.
Each drop of sweat, each sleepless night,
You faced it all without respite.

You never asked for much or more,
Still gave us all you had in store.
You are the reason we can shine,
Your sacrifices shaped this life of mine.

Today I say what I feel each day,
But don’t always find the words to say:
You are my first love, my forever pride,
The one who’s always by my side.

I love you more than I can show,
More than you’ll ever truly know.
In every win, in every part,
You live within my grateful heart.

So here’s my soul, poured out today,
To thank you, Dad, in every way.
I pray for you in each life’s test,
May God grant you peace, love, and rest.


Premium MemberMy Father's Love Echo

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.

Premium Memberdreaming daughter

dreaming daughter ascends starlit harbor....
to her father's biding love

he is as she remembered....jovial in the 
way he was on earth

they embrace in the twilight....stars fill
their tearful moonlight eyes

navy dad once....now on god's deployment
awaits final reunion

You knock now

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 were the quiet storm, 
I remember watching the ashes of
my favourite teddy bear 
That you set fire to, behind my back.
Good thinking,
I didn't scream with tears or
Make a scene
I quietly told myself
'That's impossible'.
Maybe it wasn't just the stuffed animal
You knew to burn.
You burnt our connection too.
This time again, I didn't cry.
I swallowed my sadness and
Painted dreams on denial.
Denial that you're not my home.
That you're not the void inside me.
I waited, looking at you
through the window of hope
With the doors wide open.
You didn't come.
I quietly locked it from inside. 
I stopped waiting.
And then the city drowned,
The soft rain now summoning floods.
You knock on the door,
Desperate and helpless.
You try to break in, kick it open.
It doesn't budge. 
The city drowns under.

In-between worlds

Take me down the cobbled path
Where moss and grasses grow
Sink my heels in dampened sand
Where oceans ebb and flow

Let the breeze sweep through my lips 
The sunshine warm my skin
Let the dew drops gently fall
Where mornings will begin

Dance me though the scattered corn
And twirl amongst the stars
Let the rain splash down the stream
To the world that once was ours

If I feel the sun upon my face
The wind rush through my hair
If I breathe in the salt and close my eyes
I pause, and you are there

Painful Memories

Every day I wake up,
And every day I remember
The way you left me with no warning
Fleeing like a dog off its leash
It was my 13th birthday
I suppose that’s when fear settled in,
abandonment followed 
Filling every pore of my body
Though this wasn’t the first time,
Definitely wouldn’t be the last
I only wish I knew,
What made you leave?
Was it me? 
Was it because you thought I was better off without you?
Because I wasn’t
I wanted my father to love me, to see me, to hold me
But all I got was your absence
So, I let my imagination fill your role, because what else was I supposed to do?
It worked for a while, until I grew tired
I guess you did too
Now, I know why you didn’t look back
Or try to say goodbye
Gone in a flash

DNA

DNA

“You are not worthy of my love.”
Silent words scorch skin like an invisible flame.
DNA passed down and left to wither,
a family heirloom I don’t dare claim.
A cracked and shattered mirror,
a broken picture frame—

I see nothing of you in me,
and maybe that’s why you never say my name.

But when the scoreboard flashes victory,
your number lights up my screen,
as if a game could bridge the silence,
as if love was something you’d ever mean.

She has your eyes, your sharp-edged smile,
you call her first, like she’s proof you exist.
I wear my mother’s face instead,
a reflection you’d rather dismiss.

In Her Father’s Eyes

She learned to walk beneath his gaze,
Through stumbling steps and sunny days.
His hands held hers, both small and wide —
A fortress built where dreams reside.

He traced the sky to teach her stars,
Named every light from Earth to Mars.
And when her fears would start to grow,
He’d whisper words she’d always know.

A father’s love needs no grand show —
It’s in the places shadows grow.
A call at night, a steady hand —
A quiet strength that helps her stand.

She blooms like springtime, wild and free,
But roots remain beneath the tree.
Through storms and calm, her heart can see —
He’ll always be her certainty.

And though one day she’ll find her wings,
He’ll smile at all her wanderings.
For in her laughter, fierce and bright —
He lives within her endless light.

Premium MemberA Father’s Lesson

Every man should have a daughter..
To feel her laughter light the air.
To know her dreams, her hopes, her fears..
To guard her heart with love and care.

For if one day she stands there weeping..
Her trust betrayed, her spirit torn.
He'd feel the ache within his chest..
A silent wound forever worn.

You wish her kindness, strength, and grace..
A love that's pure, a hand that's true.
A world that never seeks to break..
The light she carries, bright and new.

And yet, if you have loved a woman..
And let her heart be left in pain.
Would you not see, in time's reflection..
Your own sweet child in tears remain?

For every girl who walks alone..
Was once the child in someone’s arms.
A father’s joy, a love well-known..
Not meant to suffer needless harms.

If you have loved and lied..
Or left a woman lost, betrayed.
Would you not feel the sting inside..
If it were her who felt afraid?

So ask yourself before you falter..
Before your actions wound her heart.
Would you stand and watch your daughter..
Bear that pain of falling apart?

Child in time

A parent is shunned by a child
That is a loss to put it mild
For the parent the suffering remains
Like water down drains

Living with pain
For the parent the pain will remain
The parents have done nothing wrong
The child feels very strong

Decades of giving and loving
To the child this means nothing
All the parents ask for is love
that has gone out the window like a dove. 

A parent’s fear
Is not having his children near
At night sheading a tear
Year after year

Not sharing in the child’s joy
Because the child gets annoyed
The parents live on the sideline
for the child the parents will never shine

(Dedicated to my Daughter, with endless love)

 ©™ AC the Poet

Memories In A Frozen Mist

You are locked away in a frozen mist
Your hand once warm upon my knee, my phantom limb—
the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.

You were never a man who balled your fist
Instead, your eyes had guilt in a chrysalis brim,
And for that I find my cold love an agony to resist.

Yet there’s a delicious and chilled knife to twist
And I can gorge myself on your blood and grim, oh once!—
the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.

The world may burn like Hell, that’s the gist
But flames are the rough tender warmth, and at your whim
I’d rather endure the icy planes of the forgotten than the missed.

Is the curse to become you, or have me for you to dismiss?
My grievances do not choose to end, so I reach up and skim
the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.

Through the mist I see your figure, this tundra shall persist
So mark my words, only with the sun shall my love and hatred dim.
My lungs freeze with my heart, I cannot again sing your hymn
For the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.
© Kay Mills  Create an image from this poem.

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