Missing You Father Daughter Poems | Examples
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He guides her hand from just beyond
With a ready black ink pen they share this bond
The words flow effortlessly as if not her own
Seems to hesitate longest at line’s end as shown
Palpably affected by the last words that were spoken
Without rhyme or reason, thinking of him now, her heart is broken
She briefly pauses above the page for a lingering thought
Smiling at all his wise advice that she always sought
His protégé daughter dwells in metaphoric squalls
Raised by a loving father whose rhyming poems she still recalls
As she closes the pages, she can almost hear a poetic sigh
As if her father from just beyond softly whispers his last goodbye
*I wrote this poem on January 14, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 14 and the prompt was: Something you have in common with your dad. My dad and I have always had a love of poetry and this poem was written for my late dad with love.
One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)
Days have flown,
Months are gone..
Theres never been a day which was lacking your thought;
I even see your smile dropping down to a frown..
I have your clone, in front of me,
Little Ana, wanna make me believe you are with ME..
Her hands, her chin, are just like her Mom that I See,
Your shadow is here, so it's easy for me;
But we're always there for
You to Glee..
Just remember a thing,
The rays of the Sun pass through you,
and reaches Me,
I let it fall on and I let it Be..
Coz somewhere it touched you before Me..
Coz somewhere it touched you
before Me..
VijayG
My dearest Son
I want you to know
How much you are loved
We are missing you so
The first Father’s Day
Since the day that you died
Oh so many tears we have cried
~~~
Your son and your daughter
A father they miss
On this Father’s day morn
As reality doth dawn
For them my heart breaks
As when they awake
Their father's not here he has gone
~~~
On the day you were taken
too early ~ too soon
‘twas a Friday
on a sunny
and a bright afternoon
~~~~
Written 21st June 2020 on Father’s Day in the UK
The bench where we sat and talked is still there,
and when I am missing you I go sit to weep;
"take care of my dad, God," is my prayer,
for he has left for his eternal sleep.
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December 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Missing Father
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-857-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Excerpt from my poem, Remembering Father
Submitted to the contest, Arbitrium Divisa 5,
Sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Second Place
I want to turn back the pages of life,
back, back, back to when I was a young girl;
before life had stabbed my heart with a knife,
when I had such joy and would whirl and twirl.
Father would take me for walks in the park,
we sat talking on our wood bench for hours;
remember- how we both had carved our mark,
and I would pick you some bright wild flowers.
The bench where we sat and talked is still there,
and when I am missing you I go sit to weep;
"take care of my dad, God," is my prayer,
for he has left for his eternal sleep.
I need to just close my eyes to see you,
but in my reverie- I never grew.
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August 20, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/Remember, Father
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1053-650-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, New Sonnets Only
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Third Place
Fox glove tangos with the evening winds
My little Nicole had grown
What cradle doth she now lay without fatherly kiss?
How is my fairest one now turned a mist that hast flown?
It grieves to sing lullabies to her doll
The muse grants me expressions in vain
Doth heaven sparkle without family on its Beulah soil?
Surely my moppet shall cloud heaven's skies with dark pain.
Books of fairytales, rocking chair, pink unicorn
Touch I with so feeble fingers that could not keep sleep away
Cosy cradle, music box, cardboard painting of me with crayon
Flays every joyous reason on this plain to abide a day.
I shall pluck my strings as I tell the stars
How beautiful they shine to guide memories to my head
The chiming clock shall number my deepest scars
With melodies that draws the weary pilgrim's feet to the end.
Tonight it is quality time, a family gathering;
Cousins running playfully, but you are missing,
To me the "you" is the most precious of all,
I reach for my phone, but you I can't even call!
My daughter, in a graveyard you lay,
I don't want to participate, I just wish I could watch you play!
It pleases me to see that everyone is having fun;
My wife laughing at the dance moves of my son.
Alone I am trying to carry this burden
A cross I'm carrying since the closing of your curtain.
I was always the introvert, but since you gone I am even more quiet.
You constantly on my mind; missing you makes me so tired.
The family's love fills the room, but my life feel so much colder,
I just realized I might be 34 in years, but in life I'm so much older!
For My Daddy
Quickly came months, disintegrating years to gone.
In that way, time did alter-sway my grieving sphere.
My initial crying mainspring long ago stopped
though, at times, new tears do swell, then quietly drop.
Through grace, my hurt’s intensity calmed and altered
while my heartache’s core substance never once faltered.
Let life’s days proceed as seasons dutifully dispense
but, Daddy, know my missing you remains intense.
I want so much to tell you, long for you to know,
I am no longer an uncertain woman-girl.
With you I could now discuss matters of the world
then hug you tight, twinkle smiles and curtsy a twirl.
I wish I had snuggled into your strong shoulders
when a toddler, little girl, teen and then older
but such does not express the truth of our story,
it was not our Father-Daughter human journey.
No need, no way, no use, Daddy, for more sorry.
We no longer need heed regret’s weighted worry.
Our issues were spiritual growth intended
and love itself kept our twin silence befriended.
No longer do love-regret tears need to be wept
though I still miss you more than my joy can accept.
Let me hug and kiss you
before I go
A little reminder
our love's aglow
I'll call you up
to say hello
All day missing you
'till I get back home
Bye Bye sweetheart
Please don't get hurt
You're my Cup of Sunshine
After a hard day's work
Do you have to leave so soon?
Her smile gives my heart a tune
I can't regret, I won't forget, you are
My moon
Luminescent and oh so bright
Reminders rest in that soft light
Let me tuck you in tonight
My moon
I can't forget
I won't forget
Let me hope for this life, rather than the next
I can't forget
I won't forget
Trying to make this life better, rather than the next
And as the motes fall slightly
Slowly through the leaves
A reminder of this family
Complicating simple things
Gracefully
Find me please
I'll be waiting for you here my love
Beneath these apple trees
I can't forget
I won't forget
Let me hope for this life, rather than the next
I can't forget
I won't forget
Trying to make this life better, rather than the next
Do you have to leave so soon?
Give my heart another tune
I can't regret, fore you are
My moon
He was my hero when I was a child,
His way with words were never harsh, always mild.
He taught me how to live and have a pure heart,
This he showed me from the very start.
I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand,
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned.
He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen,
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten.
Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself,
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf.
He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much,
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.
Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become,
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb.
My hero is my father but he passed away,
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.
Daddy,
Can you look me in the eye?
Tell me, am I no longer beautiful?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why did those men hurt me?
Daddy,
Can you no longer look at me,
Without seeing the scars?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why are you behind bars?
Daddy,
Can you no longer love me?
Am I a broken toy to you?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why did it break you too?
Daddy,
Can you no longer hug me?
Are you afraid I'll be afraid?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why won't it heal with a band-aid?
Daddy,
Can you look me in the eye?
And not see those men but me?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why are you not here?
Daddy,
Can you believe my words?
You didn't fail as a father.
Daddy, let me tell you why.
Because I am your daughter.
We both survived.
Published by Poetry Explosion of PA
In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti
He left this world on May 9, 2011. I miss him so.
50 Years-Korean War
Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers,
When the Korean War began,
You were among the many to fight
In this foreign land,
You went bravely into battle,
Because our country told you to go,
You didn’t ask any questions
You just went to fight the foe,
North Korea was Communist,
South Korea was not,
The country had been split
After World War II,
Now American boys were fighting
On Korean soil,
The South Koreans needed help from
The Red, White and Blue
Dad, you were a hero,
You served our country well,
Now after 50 years
You finally were able to tell,
The story of your war
And the misery you saw,
The Korean War had been forgotten
But now at long last,
It will be remembered,
As an important part of our past.
Love always
Celine Rose Mariotti