Dad Missing Poems | Examples
These Dad Missing poems are examples of Missing poems about Dad. These are the best examples of Missing Dad poems written by international poets.
I wish your heart had not been broken, your spirit crushed, so much unspoken.
One day, I’ll walk again by your side.
We’ll amble through the countryside.
To watch the fish jump in the stream.
To hear the wind whisper through the trees.
As the cuckoo announces the start of spring.
I know that sound will make your heart sing.
And then you’ll fish the old lagoon.
Strum your guitar and sing a favourite tune.
Life can be so very sad,
sometimes making me mad.
I am missing my dad,
when you were here I was always glad.
At times like this,
I Choose To Dwell In The Clouds~sending you a kiss.
Life can be so very happy,
sometimes making me sappy.
I Choose To Dwell In The Clouds of blue,
up here I have a great view.
I love to see the fluffy clouds of white,
hiding behind the sun so bright.
I Choose To Dwell In The Clouds light,
dwelling here makes me want to write.
Beloved,
again, I bargain
with my unbridled mind,
seeking to find
a smile
wider than time,
and wild eyes
like mossy tree stumps,
gliding against light,
in exchange
for all of
my recollection's
regrets combined.
A stranger's
divergent eyes
always disappoint,
pointing away from
the maze of memories
that light up
a late father's reflection.
Bashfully inadequate,
I project pity upon
those understudied features,
each seemingly
inferior to familiarity.
An uncomfortable stare
doesn't prepare one
for the despair of
a persistent
preoccupation
with
what is not there.
March 8, 2025
Snow covered the grave
another year has gone bye-bye...
Dad, where's the time gone
I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I hate our memories
I loved hanging out with you
I hated being with you
We used to love each other
Now the love is turning into hate
I love my dad
But, I hate Mark
Sitting under this Weeping Willow
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.
The special times I spent with my
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.
They're no longer here, God took
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in the clouds my son, that's
where I'll always be."
Now I go through life wishing I had
spent more time with them.
Wishing, I could go back in time
and relive my life again.
On a beautiful sunny day when those
beautiful clouds roam free.
I see the outline of my Mother's face,
like she said, my Mother, Anais.
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 can we never do the crossword again?
I was so upset when you died,
I still went into school though,
just to get my mind off the pain that I felt,
I know you would’ve been proud of me,
My teacher talked to my dad,
Said I was quieter than normal,
But I think maybe I was trying to be strong, for you,
Maybe I was trying to be strong
I still sort of remember the funeral,
We were all in black obviously,
but at the same time,
we were trying to make it a happy occasion,
A celebration,
Remembering the life, he lived and the fame and experiences you had,
All I wonder is?
All I wonder is?
All I wonder is what life would be like now, if you were still here
I wish hello to the sailor
Every once in a while
He rows his boat in the stream nearby
Smiles while seeing me wave
I wonder if he knows well
The map of river and cave
I wonder if he knows how to return
For the sake of wife and son.
His wife waits with his food
And a boy five or so
Deep inside their jolly hearts
Roots of hope grow
Aging older...and older
Waiting for him to return
He whispered to them, not to mourn.
I'm really sad
I miss you, dad
The bond we had.
NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
Ichikatauta:
5-7-5
Nikatauta:
5-7-5
Sedokada:
5-7-7
5-7-7
SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
The Passed My Past
my siblings called me
the walking problem maker
~ I'm the problem child
my kids once called me
the walking problem solver
~ I am the problem
~ be better sitters
they are to resolve ~ failure
I win ~ +movies ~ they lose
~ be better parents
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win
~~0~~
I miss long ago
to be called a brat again
and useless to them
I miss recently
to be told thanks dad again
can you help me dad
benefits I ~ had
they have all passed on ~ but me
their absence ~ is now my void
benefits I ~ have
they have all moved on ~ from me
ocean parts ~ but not our hearts
*to my wife and son who are now with my family
Dad, your retirement home pick,
Serene, with soft ocean breezes,
A porch to be outdoors,
Perfectly matched your calm personality.
Empty chair? I see you.
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I've got a lot for us to discuss,
Now that life is steadily on course.
We could have shared ideas and opinions
But Allah had exercised His majestic dominions;
Like shingles falling upon the roof,
Of'times that sounds like the horse's hoof,
My heart beats to talk to you Atanda,
For you're my sage- My own warrior of wakanda;
Listen sir, we could've talked about life's bitterness
And taken cues from you on how to fight its wickedness.
You should've sojourned longer darling father,
But I see you each time I see your grandkid- Papa;
You'll always remain priceless and irreplaceable,
Baami who puts food on everyone's table;
If you could look back, I know you would smile,
Your boy's doing good in a land away thousand miles.
Still be missing you and even though your sun had set,
You're still a gem I'll never forget.
Love you Dad!
#GaliDaPoet!
He guides her hand from just beyond
With a ready black ink pen they share this bond
The words flow effortlessly as if not her own
Seems to hesitate longest at line’s end as shown
Palpably affected by the last words that were spoken
Without rhyme or reason, thinking of him now, her heart is broken
She briefly pauses above the page for a lingering thought
Smiling at all his wise advice that she always sought
His protégé daughter dwells in metaphoric squalls
Raised by a loving father whose rhyming poems she still recalls
As she closes the pages, she can almost hear a poetic sigh
As if her father from just beyond softly whispers his last goodbye
*I wrote this poem on January 14, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 14 and the prompt was: Something you have in common with your dad. My dad and I have always had a love of poetry and this poem was written for my late dad with love.
Heaven's Highway
(In Memory Of My Dad)
By Robert Austin Allison
Some folks think I'm joking,
Others say No Way, Come on!
Fifteen years from us,
Is how long you've been gone.
The hours turned into days,
The days turned into years.
It seems like only yesterday,
Your passing brought us to tears.
January 16th (2005) - we said goodbye,
The day God called you from on high.
"Welcome my Son, into Heaven."
At the young age of only fifty seven.
Construction work you did all your life,
You left behind two sons and a wife.
You could not stay for one more day,
God needed you on Heaven's Highway.
Created July 8, 2020
*Image of Looking Out Windows by Futurity.
Futurity
I can still see dad's '65 Rambler
I can still see mom's Pineapple Upsidedown cake
Too bad I cannot still see them...
2023 January 10
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~~Rick Parise