Daughter Love Poems | Examples
These Daughter Love poems are examples of Love poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Love Daughter poems written by international poets.
The absolute love he has for her
No words could ever convey
Its the look in his eyes
Of the purest love that portrays
I saw you for the first time today as a lady.
You were sitting in the sand in the late day sun,
Your face framed by the broad-brimmed hat.
You smiled so beautifully under that,
That even your father could see the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time on your birth day.
And I thought I’d never seen a song til then.
But angels whispered and parents prayed
So fervently that angst was stayed.
And the Father blessed the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time as a woman.
It had somehow not occurred to me til then.
That you could have a life apart from me
Or anything other than this family.
But even fathers, someday, must see the lady inside.
In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream
No greater love than a mother’s
for her children
‘til the world saw a father’s for his son
Hey, hey, hey
I am the Daughter, of Our Father
Everything He's got for me is promised
A matter of the heart
For my heart matters to God
You giving me life and love
A king after your own heart
I thank you Father
For mine covenant one
My own beloved husband
I am the wife, of the man whose found a good thing
(I am his good thing Hallelujah)
Everything He's got for me is promised so I sing
My Father matters to me as I matter
A matter of the heart
For my heart matters to God
I am a matter of the heart
I am a matter of the heart
To my Father God and His son
Hallelujah
6/7/26
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Co-leader keeping a family strong;
Hopes, dreams, and goals he helps nurture along.
Wise guidance coupled with a firm handshake;
Sharing advice about which paths to take.
A dad is all of this and much more, too;
Helps son(s), daughter(s) find what they want to do.
From son’s crib time to her walk down the aisle;
A father’s presence is there all the while.
Whether shoulder rides or trying out sports;
A father takes on roles of many sorts.
A servant-leader living as he should;
He helps his family and neighborhood.
Through life skills he helps others self-direct;
Showing them love, honor, and self-respect.
Bringing out the best in those he reaches;
Through patience, love, and the things he teaches.
Lillies placed upon your chest,
beneath the earth you're laid to rest.
I visit with tears to heal my soul,
they water the soil that's black as coal.
The earth is moving beneath my feet,
Your lillies have popped up from beneath.
I smile and take a refreshing breath,
The lillies have grown from your chest.
Straight from the womb and your heart,
You gave the lillies a good start.
We are strong and bold and beautiful,
My tears reached your soul it's undisputable.
In thy untroubled ashes may our distance be light.
We live in one another still.
My family, not grand but warm and bright,
Bathed in faith, trust, love and long lasting light
With my spouse the linchpin, the centre stage,
A shining grand-daughter, eight years of age,
The apple of eye of the family,
A daughter-in-law, teaching happily,
Elder son dipped in programming passion,
A young one, with management attraction,
With all under my soft supervision,
Making four walls a home free from tension.
her dad's hands
steady her,
lifting what she can’t name;
teaching her how strength can feel soft~
love’s imprint.
An entry for the Parent's Love poetry contest
The moon has never cast a fairer beam
Than that upon this face before me seen.
Luminescent angel, are you mine
Or did you fall from heaven, child divine?
Of all Thy glorious works my heart has treasured
This portrait has by endless fathoms measured
Depths of priceless praise beyond this realm.
I am speechless, breathless, weeping, overwhelmed.
As if by moon-lit radiance revealed
I see through Heaven's eyes your worth and feel
So unworthy, yet transformed beneath these stars
Smitten here with love, seeing who you really are.
Fatherhood's epiphany is this:
To behold His masterpiece and know this bliss.
I finally see, "In His image" and applaud
That the gift of gifts is children, sent by God.
can this be arranged?
how would you go about this without causing
too much hassle?
i don't know any captains
what, ever?
no, never.
but our house is full of children this evening
and two notes are dropped from the stairs
they land with a pat on the marble tiles
and the adult conversation stops.
i pick up the first note, which reads,
"you ARR gong to be murdered. thanks."
i pick up the second;
it reads the same, but the punctuation and spelling
are correct
i run up the stairs to make sure it was my son who wrote the second one.
I’ve tasted her heart with my mind, my spirit and soul;
I held her in mine arms in vision, I’m not letting go;
I’ve envisioned her Father’s daughter forever alive;
Eternally well, for all is well, always ALL IS WELL, sigh!
Extreme phenomenal triumphant joyous celebratory;
State of happiness invested reverence glory;
-----Jubilant
3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
You R mi Boaz
My voice
My thought, mine heart;
For character;
You call me a daughter
Righteousness of Father God
You R mi Boaz
You are my Boaz
You are my Boaz
You're mine Boaz
Could have been pursued by younger men
Yet it's you Boaz I've chosen
Your are my Boaz
Your are my Boaz
Your are my Boaz
Your are my Boaz
Your are my Boaz
3/12/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Alike a butterfly in flight
You drifted off to paradise
A journey to rainbows end
Leaving broken hearts to mend.
Always on you I could depend
My cares and sorrows you would mend
You brought the light to my dark days
And lifted my heart in many ways.
Today I miss you more than ever
If only we could get together
So I could have my mother’s love
Today I’m in need of a huge hug.
I hear your voice call from up above
I smell the fragrance that you so loved
I see you in both the moon and stars
I reach out and I touch your heart.
I know that one day we’re sure to meet
Keep safe and sleep in heavenly peace
Until the day our hearts entwine
In the house of our Lord Divine.
A Thing Of Beauty part II
‘The Mother’ The First Generation
The Me alas breaks free
claims my true pedigree
my lineage, my essence
who I was, who I am, who I shall always be
Of two generations après Moi
in awe how they've succeeded
I drink from the fonts of my true nature
Nectar indulging deeply into my delicious sustenance
Quenching a thirst for true belonging
Sturdily balanced upon a steady course
A radiant surge satiates my being
An abundance, a cornucopia of profusions—
my cup runs over—to be savored and shared
upon lips of those who yearn to imbibe
The Me alas breaks free