Relationship Father Daughter Poems | Examples
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The world too much occupied his mind
left no room for things mundane
busy with intrigues of state and such
from deep feelings he resolutely abstained
So it was on that triumphant day he’d predicted
his country’s president’s assassination
he absent-mindedly fed into the shredder
his only daughter’s wedding invitation
Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the code of how to be a committer
If you intend to challenge my devotion, those eyes must see you commit to her!
I'll carve you out if you show up to be a transmitter!
That feeling within you; Dads are "far more than just a jitter"
For if hell has a place on Earth; it will not be with me as it's remitter
She gently climbed upon my lap,
A nine-year-old with curly blonde hair,
Waking me from a pleasant nap,
And said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”
Tearing sleepy cobwebs away,
Her words echoed through my groggy head,
My dear one, What was that you said?
I said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”
Why did Jesus die on the cross?
Why did God choose to live everywhere?
Why do we say the Lord’s prayer?
Why do you kneel with me when I pray?
With questions of what, how, and when,
So simple and yet very intense,
I pondered how could I begin,
These questions went beyond common sense.
I realized how unprepared,
Just how shallow my understanding,
About things I tritely declared,
And, woefully, left some answers pending.
I spoke to God about my pain,
And prayed that He would forgive my faults,
Help me ne’er to falter again,
To tell my child what the Bible taught.
These questions aren’t easy at all,
Answers aren’t to be taken lightly,
Children don’t want to be stonewalled,
So tell them lovingly, tell them rightly.
When I saw you for the first time,
You became all of mine.
You were this tiny little ball,
Looking like a doll.
You opened a big bag of dreams,
Which were coming true by all means.
My eyes had better words,
Than the world had ever heard.
You were a small box of joy,
Now, I had a life to enjoy.
Tears fell as I looked at you,
It was the most enchanting view.
You were my forgiveness,
For all my evilness.
All my wrongdoings faded away,
As soon as you made your way.
You made me fall in love,
Again and again and forever.
You came as a blessing from above,
As the prettiest person ever.
I feel sorry, and quite disappointed in myself -- even mad
In retrospect, that I neglected to make coffee for my Dad
He drank coffee every day, so I could've made it with love
I hope he will accept my apology and forgive from above?
She warned me that I'd best obey
My daughter always has her way
When I say 'No,' she stomps and pouts
Then calls her friends to cuss me out
I don't know why she acts so mean
'Cos I fulfill her every dream
With the latest in tech and stylish clothes
She's a 'fashionista' head-to-toe...
She's realized all her fantasies ~
Except for getting rid of me
Originally posted 12/06/2020
under the title, 'Where Did I
Go Wrong?
Deadbeat Dad Named John
I know a deadbeat man named John .
Who knew we had a daughter from day one.
Everywhere we had to move he knew exactly
where we were ,never to have a relationship with her .
Finally that day came she gave him a call .
He did nothing but blame , saying I wouldn't let him
see her , SHE STOPPED HIM THEN AND THERE !
She let him know how wrong he was . He denied all that
,being her dad, knowing he was from the start.
Oh, how mad I was he saying together we never were .
Made her do a DNA test to try to prove me wrong.
Never asked for child support know what a deadbeat he was.
It's sad so many out there like him , Deadbeat Dads !
A Deadbeat Dad Named John.
"The time is here to face this one man press
he’s more than any form of journalism just to oppress
he forbids any road to his daughter that is an express
but I’ll do my best and try to effortlessly impress."
"I kissed his beloved seed and he sees me as chlamydia
questions after questions, please sir, I am not encyclopedia
he needs proofs of my honesty shown only in the media
surely, no one can save me, not even all the gods of India."
"The difference between a billionaire and me is just a dime
my balanced life has chewed both grape and lime
that is why my taste of goodness came right on time
for my love with his child to be as smooth as this rhyme."
"I’m so pleased, my magic and confidence have done this rout
it was worth the four horrible hours of roundabout
I am still standing even when he almost caused me gout
he shakes my hand, smiles gracefully and screams “get out!”"
Published on the 26.April.2021
“Dysfunctionality”
When you pulled that gun
My life it was erased
Felt like a blank piece of paper, no face
I had become a woman in front of your eyes
I had no more tears to cry
I refused to lay down and slowly die
I got up cleaned myself off
I had to learn to ride life as if I was learning to ride a wild horse
No one to help me take control
No one to run to no one to hold
Like a used piece of paper, I would not crumble and fold
My back was strong, I endured the pain far too long
An accidental baby was born
That beat child was now gone
I had to be a multi-tasker
I refused to be labeled an unwanted bastard
I was chosen to be an out of wedlock child, scorned by others, but still I smiled
I had a love-hate relationship with you
It manifested through the years of abuse
To hate you was no excuse, but to forgive you I do!
Sunday evening
The needle strikes the vinyl and the music haunts my ears
Dads favourite
About a boy called 'Charlie'
A tale of a boy about to lose his father
His mentor
His guide
'What will I be when I'm a man' he asks his dying dad
Tears streaming down my face as dad slides the record back into its sleeve
I am young and have no idea what kind of man my dad is
But I know I don't want to be Charlie
I’m your eldest daughter, but I ‘m not for sale
Stop lying about my temperament and telling other tales
Father, this tradition is archaic and no longer necessary
You’re putting your wishes first and mine are secondary
The parade of pompous suitors really makes me sick
If they get to close, I’ll beat them with a six foot stick.
I already have title and wealth living in this house
Why would I marry and live with some stuffed shirt louse
I will not marry someone I don’t love and like
If you will not understand this, I’ll just take a hike
I will leave, like St. Joan, to find another war
The absurdity of this situation I can bear no more
What the daughter really wanted to tell her father in "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare
It’s a little peculiar
To think
You are more present
Than ever
More now
That you are gone
I feel you hovering around me
Protective and encouraging
I feel you
Plugged into my energy
Almost living vicariously
Through me
And it gives me
Strength and determination
As I feel you with me
More like a spiritual presence
Holding my hand
Guiding me
On my quest
Through the galaxy
Of life’s miracles and mysteries
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 10, 2018 for contest MID MAY PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
I look for you,
I look for a cliff, so you can pull me up.
I look for heartbreaks, so you can mend them.
I look for rebellion, so you can frown at me.
Heck, at least you’ll be looking at me.
I look for you,
In the depths of despair,
In the cracks of toxic relationships
In the torment of my failed dreams.
In the vague I love you
In the scattered heart pieces on my floor.
But you haunt me,
Every memory i have of you haunts me.
But I look for you, I still look for you.
In the men i love,
In their blood shot eyes
In their aimed fists,
In their intimidating screams,
In their deteriorating, pernicious
Envious, overbearing, Grasp.
I look for you,
The only man who broke my heart
Before i even knew i had one.
But Papa, i still look for you.
Singing a song,
I walk along,
For in the Lord, I'm strong.
Sometimes tears start,
I break apart,
But God strengthens my heart.
And though I'm weak,
A poem freak,
Glory of God I seek.
For God's delight,
Today I write,
I live to shine His light.
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05.10.16
The etymology of my daughter's name is beauty---Jacinda.
My daughter was named after beauty; she has found much more in her name: Earth. I, have discovered a deeper meaning within the fabric of the 7 letters that encompass her name--Redemption. A pure substance in my title: Father, 2 syllables--a family of two--one art--
There is a direct distance between my daughter and myself, one breath--constant. Daughter--Father---1 dynamic relationship. There is an iridescence to my little girl, what a view---little girl, what a fluid concept. I am her point A; amidst her growth and maturity, as she makes her own imprint on life, she will always be able to find her way back to me for any circumstances--Point A--Father--The vital relationship I share with this universe was made whole, complete, one day in November--since then, my unbalanced dance with mediocrity has been finding its finality.