Step Father Daughter Poems | Examples
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Dear dumbbell,
I can remember the first time
I held you in my hands.
Two 5-pound weights - small, yes,
But if you can remember,
I was seven.
My father, forty-six and still going,
Introduced me to you.
I was young, and wasn’t as dedicated.
Not as I am now.
He loves you
Just as much as me.
Maybe more.
If I’m being honest,
You saved us both.
When I’m in the gym, it’s the only place
I feel at peace. Powerful, and after all
In pain, isn’t there strength?
The more I use you, the more it hurts
But
The more it hurts, the more I use you.
Some judge me for loving you.
My own mother
Calls it unladylike.
If delicate, fragile, tiny, is
Ladylike
Then I think I’ll be a brute.
Every time
I step down, enter your home’s dark embrace,
Calm washes over me, comfort in knowing
I am strong.
And every time I don’t,
I regret it.
This is a thank you,
A promise
That because of what you gave me,
I will give you my
All.
Tom turkey was running and tripped on me
His fat breast reminded me of gravy
that is kind of bad
said my weird step dad
What’s this guy have? Child telepathy?
Written 11-25-2022
Contest: Children’s Limerick
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Longing of the heart, of the mind
Curiosity is killing, step by step
The moon and the stars-Insomniac
Who will end these queries
I hear them talk abut their sire's
"my father this, my father that"
Inside I'm void, empty of utterance
Dumb-my mum is
I desire to know the truth
Every time the sun moves
The wound deepens
I want to know my dad
I'm searching for my daddy
I'm searching for my daddy
If you happen to see him
Let him be informed
I'm still searching for him
Daddy-never called anyone so
Even if Ill only have a glance of you
Ill still search for you
Daddy, I have a lot of quizzing
Why you left me alone
Why you advised Mummy to get rid of me
You abandoned me
But, here I am searching for you
Cause I love you anyway
If anyone happens to see him
Inform him, I'm yearning for him
Patiently waiting, waiting for that moment
Hopeful I am
By Sylvia Semo(Cylviaan)
If I had a daughter of my very own,
She'd be like you when she was grown.
I'm very proud to have you in my life,
And I am so happy to be your father's wife.
He shares with me his special treasure,
His beautiful daughter, he shares with pleasure.
She has a flair and sparkling eyes,
One look at her will hypnotize.
A pout now and then to show some emotion,
And a will that's strong as a magic potion.
So much love always pouring out,
Showing others just what she's about!
I’ve taken the lowest road most of my life
Mixed my madness in a spoon and I took the ride
Hit rock bottom head first then I began to climb
Fighting demons for progress, while still losing my mind
I’ve blistered my senses and I’ve shattered my soul
Found strength in darkness to regain my own control
Slowly gained the things my addiction came and stole
My depression and obsession took the largest toll
I’ve damaged people’s lives with my lies along the way
Broken trust with a lust for drugs used everyday
I became the sick insane character I portrayed
No one came to help contain the chaos I had made
I’ve made peace with my disease, standing up to fight
Rios face and precious ways draw me towards the light
If I fail and fall, then to her I will remind
Each memory of you and me is what kept me alive
I walk through hell for you, my angel.
It’s worth every single step.
I Love You.
D.R.L.
I had to learn to be still - it was a hard discipline, for me.
Impatience is my curse, it’s the underbrush fuel of my anger.
Unanswered wishes invited trouble and hours of internal fuss.
Impatience was the sound of panic in an empty room - it was
emotionally stick-fighting with the ocean in an interior arena.
I’ve tamed the wild urgency, I pretend it’s heat that I sink with stillness
but I still have the neural itch to explode - as if I harbor an armed vigilante
who watches the world with a child’s wide eyed envy.
My step father was my angel in this - with his endless patience and
calm - spending tiring days like Roman coin to help me understand
that impatience doesn’t make anything happen. With his generous
help I tamed this unattractive flaw. I was born too human but he’s
helped me strive for the heavenly. Thank you Step (my name for him)
I love you - Happy Fathers day.
Suddenly she is all grown up
Time to declare I am over the hill
as I hurtle down, filled with
gratitude; a spring in my step
I am a suitor again;a paternity suitor
filled with thanksgiving and joy
The providence of God delights me
on the birthday of my daughter,Tanya
"S is for Silence"
Once Love lived in a heart
a storm called S
ripped it apart on a
sunny blue sky day
tears fell like rain
in a broken cup of
trust rusting, it was
swallowed by
Respect who lay
curled up in pain
Once Love lived in a heart
S is for Silence
Freedom Keys
sits silent on a beach
feeling the sting of
Ocean spray
imprinting on a face
contemplating
a new life
barefoot into a future
it seems so close yet
so far away
Freedom Keys
has been
given grace
S is for our Silence
four seasons in one day
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
llb/gvlm
"It doesn't pay to make predictions
sleeping on an unmade bed
finding out wherever there is comfort,
there is pain
only one step away
like four seasons in one day"
There was this guy called Jimmy Chong
Lived on the outskirts of Hong kong
Married his first cousin Susy Dong
Her dad said "Jimmy this is wrong."
On their honey moon they went to China
Susy's dad was determined to find her
To put an end to this misery and shame
Jimmy had brought on his family's name.
Well Jimmy had to keep one step ahead
Because old man Dong wanted him dead
He slept with one eye open when in bed
What Dong would do filled him with dread.
Jimmy only married Susy for her money
Didn't love her thought she looked funny
Now all Jimmy needed was her bank pin
When he had that, he would do her in.
At Guang Un Trang a little coastal town
Thats where old Dong tracked them down
He tied up Jimmy bundled him in his car
Drove to the cliffs which wasnt too far.
At the cliff he pushed him over the side
"A great shame you caused me " old Dong cried
"You married young Susy against my wishes
So now you can sleep with the fishes ".
Written on 29th of June 2018.
WE'LL NOT TO MARRY
'Twas winning out again, the devil, biting, clear of gin,
this house of Usher had no end in sight,
upstairs, her hair so vibrant, fine and thin,
loosed to her pillow, waiting through the torrid night,
his flesh and very blood, who loved to feel his weight and thighs,
who's made of him the sin, she calls him, now and then,
the truth of it, the pleading from her eyes,
if no one knows, how can our love become a sin?
"We'll not to marry, father dear," she told him from the first,
"Though dead, my mother's heart still beats alive in me,
does not the pill. give us means to stop the worst?
And watch me, now I swallow it, so you can see."
Up through the moonlit hall, his breath contained, deep in his chest,
he made no sound, but heard she every step he took,
and bared she all her mother's heart and breast,
to welcome him to come and read her opened book.
"We'll not to marry, father dear," she told him one more time,
so he could do the very best in pleasing her,
and in the joy of night, forgotten was the crime,
as madness claimed the both of them, right where they were.
© Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet Vee Bdosa
Ava - I spoke to your half sister today.
She says it’s warm in Albuquerque. She tells you hello
and to please wish your mother, her step-mother,
a happy Mother’s Day on her behalf.
She asked me if you still look like her twin.
I said I simply don’t know.
Then she asked if I remembered our trip last year to Galveston
when the two of you, holding hands, danced on the pier.
Of course I do. In fact, I think about it
every single day (the same way I think about you).
I’ll never forget watching my two girls,
each the other’s half sister, who, when finally together,
painted the boardwalk with one complete giggle
that now completely splinters me and your sister, Lily, in two.
I am your dad,
Hold my finger,
And learn to walk;
First few steps are arduous,
Hold my finger tight;
Life ahead is tough,
May have thorns,
May have bumpy terrain,
Be wakeful on each step you move;
Dad's hands always over your head,
As a brolly for shade;
In bad and tough times,
Follow you as shadow,
to keep you move;
© sadashivan nair
WE'LL NOT TO MARRY
'Twas winning out again, the devil, biting, clear of gin,
this house of Usher had no end in sight,
upstairs, her hair so vibrant, fine and thin,
loosed to her pillow, waiting through the torrid night,
his flesh and very blood, who loved to feel his weight and thighs,
who's made of him the sin, she calls him, now and then,
the truth of it, the pleading from her eyes,
if no one knows, how can our love become a sin?
"We'll not to marry, father dear," she told him from the first,
"Though dead, my mother's heart still beats alive in me,
does not the pill. give us means to stop the worst?
And watch me, now I swallow it, so you can see."
Up through the moonlit hall, his breath contained, deep in his chest,
he made no sound, but heard she every step he took,
and bared she all her mother's heart and breast,
to welcome him to come and read her opened book.
"We'll not to marry, father dear," she told him one more time,
so he could do the very best in pleasing her,
and in the joy of night, forgotten was the crime,
as madness claimed the both of them, right where they were.
© Vee Bdosa
Please say if you have savvy
In the arts of matrimony
Wouldn't you take that step again
And avow your testimony
Of Belle and Beaux the story is
Of passion they are driven
To pen upon the book of love
Their names both new and given
Won’t it be grand to say and stand
To lead the maiden fair
With silk and lace upon her face
And flowers in her hair
To one who would to have and hold
Revoke at any claim
Speak it now or forever fold
This Belle shall bear my name
The kin shall join high on a bluff
Beneath a harvest sky
Give thanks and pray that joyous day
And never wonder why
http://mike-martin.net/Of Belle and Beaux
How am I suppose to know you care,
If every time I grieved for you, you weren't there?
I always thought someday you would have came along,
But it seems like i was thinking wrong.
Sometimes I sit and wonder the reason why you left,
And why you made promises you never kept.
I really want to know why you went away,
And why don't you want to come back to stay.
When someone asks about you I tell them a lie,
Then i'll go sit by myself and cry.
Where were you when i was under stress,
Just because i didn't wanted to fail my test.
Mummy was there every step of the way,
But i counted on you to come and save the day,
Even though you weren't in my graduation crowd,
I am still your daughter and i'll always make you proud.
So even though i'm hurt & sad,
No matter what you're still my dad.
I'm proud to be your one and only daughter,
But just remember i'll always love you throughout any matter
Natalia Williams
15 (yrs)