Dad I Love You Poems

These Dad I Love You poems are examples of I Love You poems about Dad. These are the best examples of I Love You Dad poems written by international poets.

To play a guitar is one thing I always yearned 
On a day like any other I finally decided to learn. 
My Son's Guitar is

© Mychal Mann  

My parents did not know  

About  Joe 

My beloved beau  

And what the maturing character did  

Making him a heroic paternal

© Marc O'Brien  

Why Dad?

Why did you have to go

Why did you leave me

Why did you pretend something never happened 

Why did you put me in this situation

© Harlan Trott  

My mind shudders at the memory of a dark day in my life when our son, a late boon into our arid life- (the one

© Valsa George  

Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us every day
They assure us telling- “Fear not, 
We’ll abide with you and never desert”

They may not

© Valsa George  

I tried,
I tried really really hard.
To be good enough, smart enough.
I became who he wanted me to be,
a good son who praised him.
Still that wasn’t

© Richard Lamoureux  

After 63 years of smiling 
You might say I’m a professional 
I don’t know when I smiled for the first time
After all I was a

© Richard Lamoureux  

In my few quiet moments, I always say grace, 
a mother first, trying to find my place, 
my eyes are tired, every single day, 
I’m

© Heather Berg  

Every day
I walked by the dead cockroach on
The second floor’s third stair.
I was out of breath by the sixth. 
On the eighth I’d stop, 
And

© Matthew Wetter  

Eight years old in short pants clad, 
I am going with my dad, 
Dodger stadium, surreal - 
but Heaven is for real.

Late at night, lifeguard

© David Crandall  

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

© Kashaf Ul eman  

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

© Kenneth Samples  

I came from the cracked earth,
where sirens sang lullabies
and gunshots kept rhythm
like a mother’s heart—
fast, then gone.

We ate what we stole,
slept where we fell,
and called

© Orion Hill  

there's a movie i used to watch over and over as a kid 
it's why i love old glass and putting flowers in coke bottles

© Sophie Harmon  

Hi, Mom.
I hope you’re somewhere beautiful—
the way Dad always says you are.

I’m older now.
Not a baby anymore.
I wish I could remember your voice,
but I hear

© jeffrey george