Father Haibun Poems
These Father Haibun poems are examples of Haibun poems about Father. These are the best examples of Haibun Father poems written by international poets.
Honor thy Father and thy Mother - When Did We Forget
I saw a commercial on TV about some guy teaching younger people how not to be their parents. I started thinking, maybe this is what’s...
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poetry,
Becoming our Parents, Take it Easy
My mother and father never wavered in their routine. After each one of my siblings sprang into life, my father sat on the porch and...
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family,
Goodnight DadGoodnight Dad
I was sitting in the backyard earlier, just gazing at the stars. The sky was clear, and the moon was still asleep somewhere...
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poetry,
A HELPER STAYING BEING EVERPRESENT EZER- For God is Speaking Ministries Janeen BrownSTAYING BEING EVERPRESENT EZER- A HELPER
I talked our Father that I would stay, stand by your co-watch protect and keep you....
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analogy, appreciation, blessing, caregiving,
No Man is Without Fear~No Man Is Without Fear~
He was handsome beyond imagination, more intelligent than any human alive, a leader of men, a captain of industry, successful in...
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poetry,
The DoorMany times, I stared at it from my bedroom. Every time I looked at it, it sent chills down my spine, and it rose the...
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dad, father,
Window PainThree states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a...
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addiction, anger, anxiety, child
Conscious UncouplingRequiem for Henry and Sylvia
The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To...
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divorce, memory,
My Father's HandsI remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and...
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family, father, love,
Fishing For WordsMy father was a devoted fly fisherman who couldn’t resist the almost masochistic urge to wake in the quiet predawn hours and stumble, blurry eyed...
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fishing, poems, poetess, poetry,
Dawn's Early LightPop was a devoted fly-fisherman who woke in the quiet predawn hours and stumbled, blurry-eyed out of the house with his loaded thermos in his...
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dad, father, fishing,
HomelessLast time he checked the Gate remained locked. Verdant shadows reflect soft running steams falling into still pools. Rushing to hushed sounds abated in calm....
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father, lost love, word
RocksMax came to town the same week my father left. It was a good week for me and a tough one for Mom. Her hair...
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childhood,
My Splattered BalloonHappy?
I thought that's what I was for so long,
Enough to say it every time someone would ask.
But the sound of my voice would always falter...
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abuse, anger, appreciation, betrayal,
Dear Memories of Youthkickball and biking
swinging on swings at the park . . .
youth’s sweet vibrant spark
Memories of my childhood and teenage years are probably the strongest of...
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family,