Rose Father Daughter Poems

In a somber house on Maple Street, where shadows creep,
Lived Lily, a child, in silence she'd weep.
With every creak of the floorboards at night,
She'd hold...

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The only fear of leaving that day was the family I left behind
When I described you to the angels, I think of the colors of...

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#Here WE are, There WE were...

I AM Your Seed. 

Today, I won't UNRAVEL the Damaged Weeds...
There's An ABUNDANCE Of New Ones That Multiplies At OUR...

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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. :)...

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The Ballad of Love Distorted 

The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused. 
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm 
And...

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Leilani Rose

Aquarius
Nearly born on my birthday
Loves to smile
And make people laugh

We weren't expecting you

Opened a card from your Mamma
On Father's Day
While I was golfing in...

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A man from the "Land of the Midnight Sun,"
Where the fjords rose and the sky danced around.
He set sail on a ship at sea,
While a...

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A slack line slaps a flagpole as the wind gusts through the park. 
The band shell stands abandoned, but for dogs that sniff and bark....

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She comes to me with tear-stained eyes
Snuggles close and gently sighs,
“He said to me,” she whispered low,
“I do not love you. I must go.”

I put...

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it was the last thing he gave her
before he had to go away

a book she’d surely treasure
as she’d grow up without dad by her side

he...

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Daddy Was a Poet!

He's been gone, decades now.
Beneath God's greenery he sleeps.
His daughter, I, thick-headed,
Now stands and vainly weeps.

I saw his heart open like a lovely...

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She was raised on the shorelines of Lake Wawasee
her mother a full-blooded Miami
and her father now buried on Syracuse Hill 
said she will have his...

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Dad I’m painting a picture
On a canvas of blue
With striking vivid colours
Numbering just a few

The brush strokes delivered
Reach far beyond
Till they touch from the sky
Arching...

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