Fathers Poems - Poems about Fathers

Jesus was humble, a man betrayed by a friend He knew he was a goner, yet he went easily From a young age, he knew his place, as God’s son There was mocking, but he did not react to it Two others were on a cross that day, strangers And yet, they were not strangers to his Father, right? Jesus ignored...

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A father is the reason a child grows up so strong A father gives us the confidence, and the idea to go on A father set the example for his children way of life A father is the head of the house and takes care of his wife A father is the bravest who sacrifices for his family A father...

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(Verse 1) In the quiet of the night, I hear your laughter, Echoes of a love that came and went so fast. Looking at the stars, I wonder what you’re after, While I sift through memories, shadows from the past. (Pre-Chorus) Every smile that we shared, now feels like a ghost, A flicker...

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From the sweat flowing down the laborer’s brow, the cuts and callouses etched into their hands, to the steely determination engrained on their furrowed faces, freedom was born and fed. As such they should be given the same respect and admiration, as any beloved parent is due. ...

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Years ago I heard someone say children have a God given right to judge their parents Judge not that you be not judged I thought the statement was harsh, maybe sarcastic, wrong headed But I did it anyway Not in a psych couch way but in the I’ll do it Better Not the same Not The repetition of The sins of the...

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In the glow of dreams where starlight drips, I watch my daddy, with swagger and flips, A legend he walks, in a world so wide, With money in hand and a spirit of pride. I wish I could stunt like my daddy does, Dance through the chaos, the laughter, the buzz, With every bold move, he lights up the night, A beacon...

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I see you, though words elude me still, Each time I try to speak, my heart grows still. Not like with Mom, where ease comes free, Your silence shapes the space between you and me. You’re no less loved, though I fumble and sigh, For in your quiet strength, I see the why— Why others turn to you, why they lean...

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He tried to say, " I love you." In so many ways; Through broken bottles, crumpled cans; And fits of rage Doors that slammed, fists that rammed and Voice that screamed his pain. He tried to say, " I love you." Again and again. Between each curse of hate and Foul remark, There lay a spark. He tried...

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Mama we are your Abba Fathers Kings-Sons-Queens-Daughters Mother we are your children We should have understood And who to say we didn’t or should As adults what we were When we were children Mother’s embrace to Elohim Abba Father His Kingdom Kings/Sons, His Queens/Daughters We now embrace, mother’s embracement now in such ---A beautiful place For all eternity, Hallelujah thanks be to...

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Bedtime The beginning of the night was hot I went to bed naked (daredevil.) On the other side of the bedroom, I saw a naked man had a big stomach, large balls and a small . Since he wasn’t me, I did not bid him good night I switched off the light. During the night, it got cold, a foretaste of winter hastily...

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MY FATHERS BEDSIDE GOODBYE.. His Legacy 6/24/2022 Standing on lifes fragile ledge,  I gaze      wonderingly  into your brown orbs. Windows into a house built By your large hands Hands That I would now inherit.  Deep and cavernous..         oh the stories they tell.  Rooms filled with comings and going’s.. The good, and the bad..    The all encompassing Rolodex of filed away emotions.  Like...

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Two things make the world bright; The sun , The moon . Governing the morning, Governing the night. Sending away darkness and grief . Two things make our life bright; The sun , The moon. Guiding and caring Even though there are reason to mourn. Two things make the world beautiful; The sun, The moon. One is cooler, The other is brighter. One care for morning, The other when...

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September 2051 End of Autumn breeze sweet and gentle Fluttering the garden as it passed. Holly was on video phone with her parents 8 morning time. "Mommy you and dad should be here for the babies play date. Dad too okay? You are invited." The father chimed in while her mother accepted the invitation....

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Again, again, I ask, “So tell me, son, how was your day?” Thirty-four sanctions, and seven detentions since September’s start. How can you be so brilliant yet so lost? Why don’t you listen, son, why don’t you see? I wish for you the world, the moon, the stars, but here I stumble, unsure where to step. Do I lift you up, or...

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Acres and acres of barren land. The dried tumbleweeds roll across the open field, their roots dry and uprooted. The quiet cotton field where slavery once beckoned, the sounds of voices chanting, the saloon where the taps flowed like blood through their veins, the missuses with long skirts and huge hats— a young miss sitting on the knee of some foolhardy lass. The...

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