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.
I saw you for the first time today as a lady.
You were sitting in the sand in the late day sun,
Your face framed by the broad-brimmed hat.
You smiled so beautifully under that,
That even your father could see the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time on your birth day.
And I thought I’d never seen a song til then.
But angels whispered and parents prayed
So fervently that angst was stayed.
And the Father blessed the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time as a woman.
It had somehow not occurred to me til then.
That you could have a life apart from me
Or anything other than this family.
But even fathers, someday, must see the lady inside.
her dad's hands
steady her,
lifting what she can’t name;
teaching her how strength can feel soft~
love’s imprint.
An entry for the Parent's Love poetry contest
The moon has never cast a fairer beam
Than that upon this face before me seen.
Luminescent angel, are you mine
Or did you fall from heaven, child divine?
Of all Thy glorious works my heart has treasured
This portrait has by endless fathoms measured
Depths of priceless praise beyond this realm.
I am speechless, breathless, weeping, overwhelmed.
As if by moon-lit radiance revealed
I see through Heaven's eyes your worth and feel
So unworthy, yet transformed beneath these stars
Smitten here with love, seeing who you really are.
Fatherhood's epiphany is this:
To behold His masterpiece and know this bliss.
I finally see, "In His image" and applaud
That the gift of gifts is children, sent by God.
My dad used to fill the newspaper sack with air
And then close his fist on it to form a bubble
Then —I think just for my amusement— pop it!
If I was right there he’d let me try to pop it haha
I wonder if he did this at work (the newspaper)
Or was it all for me since I’m easily amused? :)
I’ve tried to do this myself but it’s not the same
A daughter can help you find important things when you need them
Things like your smile, your hope & your lost souls rhythm
Having a daughter in your life is something to truly treasure
Her absence would break times
every measure
She wondered what would happen ~
Winter upon us and war still raging...
Would life ever be normal?
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Through My Porch Door Window. By Tania Kitchin
My father's always been and is a good man.
For my siblings and I he does what he can.
For me, he showed what kindness means,
And how women must be treated as queens.
My father's always giving me what I need,
So hopefully when I someday succeed,
I can give back to him in ways that matter,
I just hope it is not too much later.
My father cares for our family from afar.
Whenever we visit, our love is a shining star.
He taught me to never go to bed angry
At anybody, 'cause we don't live eternally.
My father is my first teacher of philosophy
In treating all of Earth's humanity fairly.
He taught me that change begins with me.
He is the reason I learned how to just be.
The shimmering rill stones
The clear babbling waters
The yellow meadow flowers
Dancing in the breezy dawn
He passed this way, he passed away
As thus, the bearded years pass on
The buried bones
The grieving daughters
Passing years fade like hours
On the grassy knoll, a memorial stone
Wreathed with yellow flowers
Below the hill
Lay his daughters still
In everlasting silent repose
The passing years fade like hours
Upon their graves, each; a yellow rose
None to hear them sing
None to marvel their glittered wing
As they’d lay midst, the meadow flowers
The passing years fade like hours
But they still remember
The morning dove, flying
And mortal love, undying
With the birth of my baby girl
I received a father's boon.
When Mom laid her in my arms
My joy soared over the moon!
So cognizant of her worth
I held her with infinite care.
With focus and tender hands
I stroked her auburn hair.
I knew I was holding a miracle
Something no man could create.
This work of beauty and gift of life
I could no way anticipate.
So silently I wept and prayed
In my spirit I saw Jesus stand.
In view of your worth, I drew you closer
Never with Gentler hands
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.
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
Golden light shimmers, dust motes dance,
reflecting in my husband's gentle heart.
A still pond, calm and deep,
where childhood laughter plays a part.
He carries food, warm and bright,
hot idli's, crisp dosas, spicy chat.
Through streets of childhood, memories light,
her eyes, star-filled, like a child's glad hat.
Her belly, a tiny, budding world,
filled with hopes and dreams, so new.
He brings back tastes of days of old,
a carousel of joy, revived and true.
Each tiny dish, a whispered prayer,
to nurture a future, soft and strong.
His love, a constant, gentle care,
a symphony of righting all that's wrong.
Her pregnant glow, a moonlit scene,
by his devotion, beautifully shown.
Each offering, a loving, precious mean,
a heart of gold, forever known.
In dress uniform,
Well-trained for combat,
Which could not compare,
With the task at hand.
Sitting on his knee,
His brown-eyed daughter,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
As she made her plea.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy,”
She cried, “Please don’t go.
I’m your little girl
And I love you so.”
Choking back his tears,
Trying to be brave,
How could he explain,
What could not be said?
Right words would not come,
And nothing could drown,
The words of his child,
That pearl in his arms.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy.
Mommy is sad, too.
Don’t leave us alone.
We want you at home.”
ever his little girl ...
she knew her daddy, suitably
the demons, the defeats, the drudgery and dreams
(dreams, deep and delirious,
as substances imposed)
no year of hers was
sans disappointment or broken vow
his life - a Stradivarius without a master hand
the edge of creative brilliance,
rusted by tears …
potential of a rare and exquisite temper
ravaged by emotional paralysis and chemic parody
little to redeem, and naught
meant for pride
still …
love saw fit to hold his hand, cooling
as his last breath left the day
only her lips, the grace ...
to kiss his eyes.