Fathers Poems - Poems about Fathers

The foxes in my garden Arrive at night to play They had their fill of chicken And so decide to stay I crouch down on my haunches And look into her eyes The little one so trusting She’s like her mother wise I see how she has taught them To fend well for themselves But only Little...

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My son, When the ancestors lit the candle of your destiny, We sang for you in the wind, We carved your name into the stars And called you Moses for your people. But you— You danced in marble halls built on bones, You became fluent in the language of betrayal. They did not give you power— They gave you a costume, A borrowed mask with...

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It was a summer of living next to my father. He turned every ordinary day into pure laughter with his Italian antics and beautiful smile. When it came to gardening he had the magic touch. He would plant morning glories and each morning he would water them with caring hands. I would get up early...

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Zero. I imagine you watched, With awe and wonder At the image on the screen, My movements In black and white, As the sonographer moved the wand, Up and down The belly of my mother, Showing you Mystery and excitement, The next chapter Of your lives. One. You gave me ice cream When you Definitely Were Not Supposed To, And I think a bond formed. Mischief by mouthfuls, We were already unstoppable. Two, Three, Four. Toddler...

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In a world that spins both fast and wide, There’s one sweet place where hearts abide. Not built of brick, nor stone, nor gold— But love and laughter, strong and bold. A family, stitched with threads so tight, That even storms can't dim their light. With arms that hug, and eyes that see The best in you, and let you be. They fight...

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To the man who stood so tall, Who picked me up with every fall. In life’s loud storm or silent pain, You stood like shelter in the rain. When nights were long, and hopes ran low, You still believed and let it show. You taught me how to fight, to stand, To build my dreams with steady hand. Behind your silence was endless...

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On my 46th Father’s Day I’d finally have my say For I’d heard the pleasantries before they all seemed like cliches Ties...

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My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand whether shapely straight as a clarinet or conical as a saxaphone. He blows through a woody-reed, his tongue not lashing at us, but conditioned to musically relay his love for us. My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand. They put together a Hammond organ. His feet so cheerfully press the pedals, his fingers twinkle across...

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(On Father's Day) Like most mornings, I awoke, Got out of bed on the left side. Not sure if that was the wrong side, But I know for certain, It wasn’t the right side. Aloneness is sort of that way— No offer of a second opinion, No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm, No meaningful conversation around the table. A moment of nihility—this morning. ...

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You will know your dad when you too became a dad! You shall feel glad when you realize, he was your launch pad! You will appreciate his wisdom when you shoulder responsibilities of the kingdom! You will realize his care when he was dissolved into the air! You will dearly miss him when alone, against the tides of life, you swim! You shall...

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To each of my children please know I love you. If you weren't my children, I don't know what I'd do. As babies and infants you brought me so much joy. Playing make believe with me as we played with your toys. Though I must admit changing diapers weren't my style. But you each got me through it with your...

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Thank you for each of my children and my wonderful wife. Thank you for their mothers through whom you gave life. No matter what any of us think about You. You honor your word and your love is so true! I'm ashamed when I doubt that you'll come through. But you always do and God I'm so grateful to you. What...

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Fathers… on this Father’s day…and, for that matter, every day may we do our best to be… as extraordinary a father as our children imagine and need us to be. ...

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Yesterday Deborah and I joined a large diverse group of people in Asheville, North Carolina (the line of people stretched as far as we could see) In a peaceful protest of our president, our government and what we see as their abuses and cruelty. We raised our voices in unison against the injustices we see… our goal: to build...

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Written By: D. Collins 6/15/25 A Father's Day is celebrated if he's done something good. Putting in the heavy work and done everything he could. He's the protector to ensure nothing happens to them. That Almighy MF that's down for all his children. A Father's Day extends throughout his whole lifetime. He cries when he should but is always on...

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