Fatherhood Poems - Poems about Fatherhood

Have I failed as a father? I asked myself. As You questioned, with anger in your eyes. And my heart is torn by your disregard, For all the sacrifices I've made in your life. You want to know what I've done for you? , What I've given, and why I've held back?, But you don't see the late nights...

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Dear Single Mother, Who Works two jobs of 12 - 14 hour days to keep the lights on, & to feed little Johnny. I See you! Single Father Who Works stocking shelves and driving Uber at nights to feed little Sally, who has been fighting diabetes for the past three years. When Insulin Prices keep going up, with no...

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Father’s toes are steel-capped, Rough, worn-out leather, a layer Of thick polish that cracks With each bend, each step. His feet carry a child’s weight, A bundle of laughter and bouncing curls Balanced at his ankles, shuffling Across outdated carpeted floors. A moment of decompression After a day of hard labour, father Carried the child from infantile morning To the matured evening. There came a time...

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I remember a place where I've told you once That if I've told you once it was a thousand times To let me make mistakes and spare you the burden And it seemed to reasonably rhyme But amidst self righteous indignation I realized The true wisdom earned through self remedied flaw And thought to myself, now, two thousand times if twice If...

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Mothers of the world, I plead with you, For each child you nurture, a life anew. Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew, Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue. Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend? The struggles they face, the wounds they must mend. Frowns breed chaos, let compassion ascend, Boys forced into men, a cycle we must...

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Raising these babies, As a father I done had my ups and downs, As a man I be praying I don't let my babies down, As a brother my religion has me focused on The Highest, As I pray and you know I got my babies right beside me, As a father gotta teach them that within there's something greater, As...

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As a dad, who am I kidding? I never expected that I would Ever be a dad. As in I did not Think I would ever experience Another human being calling Me, their dad. I mean it’s not like I do not like Being a dad it is just me being A dad is something that was unexpected for me. I mean...

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Heaven Can You Hear Me? This Poem Was Inspired by Acknowledging the Fact that I am One of 7 Billion, That I Have Significance, and that My Voice and Presence Matters. This Poem Also Aimed at Recognizing that Life is Hard Sometimes, and that I Don't Have All the Answers, and That I Need Help, Grace...

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What a Life! I was Inspired to write this Poem, because I wanted to create a few verses that could readily or easily be turned into a song. It talks about the struggles of having something of Value, i.e. Land, Diamonds, Oil, Other Minerals, etc. and encountering someone, or an entity with Great Physical Power, and...

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Father is not just one who gives birth to children I have seen friends who lost their father when they were in teens and had to play role of father They curbed childish instincts to be carefree, play, eat and sleep They calmed fear of family stating in childish tone gloom days too shall pass by Tried to earn a bit...

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Two taps in an oval, ceramic mold (time pause of my playful, jittery tot) were set to dry and decorated bold, placed with care in a rustling garden plot. Fresh blooms surround, abounding with vigor like children's laughter, sunshine's pulse and rain. His feet fast extend, toes growing bigger, yet small remain his precious footprints twain. 5-2-2021 "Footprints" Old or New for a Prize...

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About the eleventh hour, Came a strong man of valor, Who came so meek and mild, With inner, unending power. His time was in an age, When Satan’s forces would rage, To take down the generation, Chosen to mark the day. Along came a beloved child to him, Paramount in fighting the evil wild, Who would need a stable root to stem, And help to...

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So my son is knocking up The alphabet at the worktable He's onto the letter 'j' (Should it have a hat or not?) "Downward stroke, with a curl, Then stab his face." He's onto the letter 't' (The Romans pronounced it 'tay') "Downward stroke, then slap Him across the mug." The ancients kept reversing and Rotating them I do the same with my son And as he's tucked...

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My father was a man once but never again His children watched as he welcomed his demons Whispering offers from which he couldnt abstain Quickly they betrayed him and held his freedom His face masked in umbra, his eyes, their domain He spew forth lies, endless nights of schemin' His dark maw was insatiable, only hunger remained Hadn't seen him in years...

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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 child sick of living, waiting to perish? What good, the warm benevolence of tears without action? What help, the eloquence of prayers, or a pleasant benediction? Before this day is gone, how many more will die with...

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