Daughter Home Poems | Examples
These Daughter Home poems are examples of Home poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Home Daughter poems written by international poets.
She wondered what would happen ~
Winter upon us and war still raging...
Would life ever be normal?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In dress uniform,
Well-trained for combat,
Which could not compare,
With the task at hand.
Sitting on his knee,
His brown-eyed daughter,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
As she made her plea.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy,”
She cried, “Please don’t go.
I’m your little girl
And I love you so.”
Choking back his tears,
Trying to be brave,
How could he explain,
What could not be said?
Right words would not come,
And nothing could drown,
The words of his child,
That pearl in his arms.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy.
Mommy is sad, too.
Don’t leave us alone.
We want you at home.”
Nest
It's tough to imagine
The chair where you sit
Vacant and cold
Where we used to chit
And chat in the shallows;
Dive deep in the world
Where ideas, memories
And hopes were unfurled
It's hard to imagine
As lives drift apart
That I've given you all that I have
In my heart
And still ask myself
Is it enough?
For wisdom, discernment
When your world starts to get tough
It's great to imagine
That time when you're home
Will be even more precious
Than the times that we've known
But for now, while your here
Though the salty tear stings
I rejoice in your freedom
In the spreading of wings.
Jinjagoliath
15th May 2023
the weight of the world
on her shoulders ~
the other children
playing outdoors
and skipping rope
like every other day
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
No conflagration can consume
A life that's hid in Thee,
Nor wooden box encase in dust
Thy work on cursed tree.
No hole in dirt, no earthly tomb
Can bind a spirit freed;
No worm in ground can gnaw away
Imperishable seed.
Home, home,
His way is set before you;
Home, home,
A room has been prepared.
Home, home,
A daughter by adoption;
Home, home,
With your beloved paired.
Home, home,
To join the throng in chorus;
Home, home,
To worship at His feet.
Home, home,
Cast off all earthly burdens;
Home, home,
Your time here is complete.
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Also from a few years back, when my mother passed; read at her graveside
My mother’s kitchen really wasn’t so much.
It was the kids’ kitchen, the daughters’ kitchen, where red food coloring met peanut butter and dried milk and ice cream
in super-special surprises
and the big girls ate at one table and the little girls another
and the daughter who had to wash dishes after dinner got rewarded by choosing what everyone else watched on TV that night.
There were lots of green beans and broccoli, an occasional asparagus and a rare artichoke,
and the only dead thing was the flowers that Daddy never gave Mama
the time he forgot their anniversary.
When Grandma showed up that night, she found the kitchen just as foreign
as Mama did.
sad faces
final waves goodbye
nope, not at
funeral
last child leaves home
makes her Dad...
an empty nester
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Date written: 02/25/2022
Home Alone
Waiting next to our humble tree, Irene
wants me home.
To sing her Christmas Carols and ne’er
more to roam.
The tree is the perfect size, as she hides
behind it like a disguise.
Her orange toy lies, just to her right.
Irene, brave cat that you are, have no fright,
Mom hopes to be home by Christmas
Night!
But no Greek dancing this year, if you
please?
I don't want to break another thigh and
knee.
I love you cat-daughter of mine.
On Christmas morn, we will bask in
the warm, holiday sunshine!
**Poem by Panagiota
**Photography by Elena..will try to post
later
12/2/2021
4 years ago
yesterday
and plus this day
one day
You went back home to the Father
you were a traveler
just passing by
still you were(are) God's Daughter
circumstances and the oringinal sins
kept you burden an ill
but you reap the salvation
You left this wicked nation
back to the Father
you were called back home
4 years ago and a day
6/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I held her in my thoughts;
Why my hands yearn
for her touch;
I hold her in kind;
I often wonder why;
For now I cry; (Why!)
She was just here on vacation;
On this Earth this planet;
She went back home to her
Father often I wonder why did He even bother
To show me His daughter;
Alas I miss spoken;
For her love He has chosen;
For He who is the bridegroom came and called for her,
To come back home no longer on vacation on this plain planet Earth;
Now she's gone back home to her Father in heaven;
4/29/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Cell phone plays a familiar tune
I glance toward my husband
Yours he says.
I do not answer
Not one to run toward a phone
Phone announces it is our daughter
She rarely calls
I walk toward the phone
Possibly getting it on the last ring
She is on her way over to visit
Good news.
Maybe social distancing is over?
She is our trained epidemiologist.
Not on our life.
She came over to caution me
To stay home
Sunday breakfast love
Joy with daughter and grandson
Eggs kisses warm hugs
May 17, 2020
5pm PST
Poem 1,272
(Capitalization~ Poet's choice)
Has many colors and oh, I love it so!
Those shiny cobalt, wood cabinet doors.
Adorable red-checkered curtains,
Golly, why would I want to roam!
I love the wood flooring, so very
welcoming and warm.
The glorious wax melter that says
"Joy" that's comforting during many a storm.
A darling Azalea plant in a cobalt cup and saucer.
A picture of my then very young. daughter.
Just walking in that room, I always
sense blessed satisfaction.
I turn on some jazz, have coffee and f'ind in this
room, my soul at peace and my life in validation.
Januray 25, 2020
5:00pm PST
Come Home
Please listen to me.
You have not "done" anything,
that I have not done before,
or if you have,
then we can still talk.
You can teach me,
what not to do.
You can have the last word.
You can eat the last piece of,
my favorite pie.
I will make two,
more pies.
I will learn to make
the kind you like best.
We can enjoy them.
We can speak softly,
and not whine.
We can whisper,
and laugh,
maybe…
Or,
we, can do,
what ever you need,
to have done,
to keep you safe.
Just,
come home.
“Home is a Burning Flame”
Align yourself with the belief that HOME will come to you in the end
You can see yourself in her eyes, but you are not there
She must follow her own flame
Barefoot over broken glass and rusty nails
Tender Moorings is your Heart
One day she will understand her revolving door journey
Until that time arise
Keep the burning fire alive
The warmth it emanates
She will carry to be brave.
"HOME"
Is a Burning Flame.
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
For my Mother 18/9 d. I see you, I hear you.
For my Daughter 18/9 b. Do you see me, do you hear me?
"I am my mother's daughter."