Grandfather Poems | Examples of Grandfather Poetry

Affection Poem Lionel Derbyshire The affliction.. Grandpa said I'm going to close the doors. He does not want us to be sad He spoke on his dying Grandpa asks Grandma Cook for me a Last taste of meat With mash and gravy.. He calls .. He says Mapenzi...Read the rest...

Silence; Beneath the boughs where breezes softly weave, time ever gently down to earth's embrace...Read the rest...

My grandpa was a communist, On a train bound for a prison, Lennin thought he's an antagonist, He had a plan -he had vision. On a train bound for a prison, And he jumped off the iron horse, He had...Read the rest...

Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant...Read the rest...

Her grandfather called her to their front yard, “Come here, my child.” “I want to show you how to mend this net,” he said tenderly, his fingers weathered like the ropes he held, gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood. But...Read the rest...

A little babe on the edge of Death Doctor’s version of not much time left In fact, Doctors stated boldly to prepare for a Funeral No Funnel through uncertainty like a dark tunnel A Grandmother with strong Faith prayed...Read the rest...

A grandfather Is a little bit parent A little bit teacher A little bit soldier And a little bit best friend. His words are laws To ponder with To followed with To learn with To gain with. He's the source of bread A living example A good...Read the rest...

Why did you have to go as soon as you did? Why did you have to go and leave a hole in my heart when you went away?, Why can I never ask you for advice again? Why...Read the rest...

Your shoes by the door, worn soles tracing paths you used to walk - each scuff a story, each crease a memory, quiet but heavy. They sit there, still laced with quiet defiance, a reminder of mornings you rushed, of late nights spent at...Read the rest...

How old was I then - maybe seven or eight in grainy black and white. I can remember I was standing outside my grandfathers two story terrace house in Sydney. Must have been around nineteen fifty three, school...Read the rest...

Reminiscing through the album of perpetuity, I came across a thorn that kissed my skin, and murmured into my soul, a powerful stance, stitching soft whispers in exquisite cadence. The thorn tried to remind me, of how adoration trickled...Read the rest...

Cracked glass upon a gold metal scrap The ticking arms yell for help under it's trap Not used but still covered in a band of gold It's worth a marvelous amount as so it...Read the rest...

Three years ago was only yesterday: at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds. Bouquets you'd left before you passed away; those on my window daily I would find. From your consideration my sun rose, my very own, through...Read the rest...

My grandpa owned a laundry And when shirts were washed and pressed, They were folded ‘round some cardboard To stay neat ‘til you got dressed. Our family shirts were treated Just the same, except we learned My grandpa paid a...Read the rest...

Grandfather, Oh how I miss thee. I miss your presence, I miss your smile, I miss your laughter, I miss your hugs. Grandfather, Oh how I miss the times we spent together, the memories we shared, the adventures we enjoyed. Grandfather, I will always miss you but know...Read the rest...