Child Fathers Day Poems | Examples
These Child Fathers Day poems are examples of Fathers Day poems about Child. These are the best examples of Fathers Day Child poems written by international poets.
I remember as I child
eyeing the Christmas
tree, all lit and broadcasting.
Early-on I realized that Father
was Santa. Mother sensed it
when they married. Father, let go of his
well defined ego, embraced the principal
to secure the family, protect and
serve selflessly onto death.
He stands beside his child
the way a tree stands beside its shadow~
not owning it,
not shaping it,
but offering a place to grow
in the shelter of his presence.
The boy leans in,
trust quiet as breath,
as if he already knows
that the world is easier to face
when a father’s steadiness
is close enough to touch.
There is no need for words.
Love moves in the small distances~
the space between two hands,
the tilt of a shoulder,
the soft gravity that pulls
one life toward another.
On Father's Day
what matters most
is not the weight of legacy
or the echo of a family name,
but the simple truth
that a child stands taller~
when a father stands near.
Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
Every day, the old man worked the soil,
but he whistled. He didn't toil.
Each day,
I was a child at play,
and as I whiled away the hour,
I fell under his power -
till the day there was no sound.
The shovel lay on the ground
and sprouted up...a flower.
I Loved You
Falling in love is wonderful.
Staying in love impossible.
Romance we followed a dance
we end up forever in a trance.
Happy Father's day, dear dad.
You left. We're bitter not mad.
Wishing all fathers a Happy Fathers Day. Included are Fathers that for some
reason or another your Son or Daughter on this Special Day failed to call you and Wish you A Happy Fathers Day, from the bottom of my heart I know your pain. So for those that are feeling down because you were neglected today, don't lose hope. Know that if you felt hurt, it is because you are a loving Father, and you love your child. God heal your hearts... and may the Lord give you comfort, on this Special day Honoring You...
Michael Tor
6/18/2023
To all the men;
With the pen ;
And pencil in hand ;
With the mind ;
To rhyme ;
With the fingers hands;
On the keyboard they pan !
The words that not they're write verses
To you we say Happy Father's Day
For every male poet whom birth;
Whose co- reared a child;
These words of muse;
Partaking absolutes;
For all those words you've often said, you say;
We thank you and honor you on this day to you blessed Father's Day
6/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Filled with kindness
Always gentle and loving
True to his children
Hopeful they will always
Earn respect and be wise
Rejoicing in what is good
Showing others compassion
Dreaming good dreams
And giving his whole heart
Yearning to please a heavenly Father!
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
May 11, 2021
Fathers day, a tradition almost dead
A day they have to be with dad
When they'd rather be anywhere else instead
Mothers day,full of love and gifts
Wow I wish I was a mom
Seems they really got us beat
Where did dads go wrong
Iv'e tried everything to make their lives fun
Watched them grow so fast
Now to them Fathers day is just a burden
can't wait until it's past
Yes Fathers day is history
We new it wouldn't last
seems Fathers only day is history
The thought of Fathers day has past
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013