Father Missing Poems | Examples
These Father Missing poems are examples of Missing poems about Father. These are the best examples of Missing Father poems written by international poets.
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad, you would be 100 today - I miss you like a ghost misses heartbeats.
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midst all of heaven's blessings
my treasures, known and had
not one can best the miracle
that fate made you ... my dad.
I love you, RT.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
missing person poster
a familiar face
Steven stares at it
this child has been missing for over thirty years
Steven only saw one photo of himself at this age
He remembers staring at it when he was three
He was held by someone, but her face had been taken out
He only saw her arm
His father got rid of that photograph
today Steven is staring at this missing person poster
it says this child was taken from his mother when he was three
He does not remember a mother
This poster makes him nervous
He tries to put it out of his mind
but it keeps calling out to him in his sleep
Reading all your letters I can find
I can hear you reading, in my mind
Reminding me I’m loved, and you’re kind
Everything was ready for Christmas Day.
New toys were wrapped for the children to play.
We had all decorated the Christmas Tree.
Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully.
The stockings were hung.
We had rehearsed carols to be sung.
We were all snug in bed.
The children wishing it was morning instead.
When suddenly Father ran out in the snow.
For what, we could not guess and did not know.
He brought in a plant and hung it over the door.
Soon he was back in bed and had started to snore.
What did he get that was missing?
Big brother said Father must have been dreaming of kissing.
Ah now we all know,
It was mistletoe.
Merry Christmas to all- We are having a good night.
WITHOUT YOU
Without you it will be no Liberty;
Without you it will be no eyes;
Where I could see;
Without you it would be obscenities;
Without you there'll be no peace;
Without Elohim ;
there would be nothing;
Creator of all;
He's Almighty God;
All Father without there would be nothing
6/28/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
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
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.
A life moves on
The empty space
A vacancy
The smile missed face
The heartfelt ache
The hopeful joy
Of knowing birds
Must wings deploy
The silent cloak
Of no-one there
Is draped on shoulders
Poised to bear
A voice, a note
Would lift the heart
Small gesture to
The soul impart
Some comfort
In the knowing that
The gloss of memory
Not turned to matte
For vibrant is
The emptiness
Highlighting your
Full presence, yes
And more
Despite the heartache burn
It waits with Love
For your return
One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)
One day I took to fishing,
far out beyond the shore,
wearing my father's waders,
the ones I always adored.
Back when I was little,
the fish seemed much bigger,
I would watch my father's casting,
his hook landing in the middle.
When all the fish came biting,
and my father would give a yell,
the water would call awake,
the biggest of fish tales.
The best memories of him,
are casted to way above,
and when I wear his waders,
he'll know I'm sending love.
The back of Dad's chair is black like a void,
its mid discontinuous of solid support.
Cushion coils creak as his weight shifts,
his interest unhinged from light hypnosis.
The scuff of rough wheels rub fine lines in
encumbering crumb-crusted floorboards,
which mundanely sustain the weight
of a burdened waistline and wasted years.
He forfeits the fortunes of a father: favor and honor,
as points tabulate and clock ticks wick up
the last of my sapped up, tapped out tears.
His glowing, giddy face is unfazed,
too focused on fantasies to notice me.
Dad's back trespasses my passive stares,
his incessant inattentiveness ingrained
like the prison-bar stripes on the back of his chair.
10/5/2022
Autumn’s table set
with one less placemat this year,
dad loved pumpkin pie..
sweet slices of reminisce
satisfies our grateful grief
Susan Ashley
October 23, 2021
world war II called you
you answered with pride
faithfully serving
doing your duty
expecting no praise
family man
you gave your all
but now you're gone
I can't thank you
for all the
sacrifice
care and love
you gave
and gave
Dad
Written 21 May 2020 for my Dad,
James Watt, USN Master Chief (1920-2000)
Two months before his 100th birthday. RIP, Dad
Few are the comforts to speak, oh......my
A hug strives to articulate my ...............condolences
This is the man you lived ............................for
He was so strong,..............................................your
Everything.............................................................
Respects are due, but none can afford your........loss
1-12-2020
Elf, end line form
Two poems in one
Credit: Brian Stand
The bench where we sat and talked is still there,
and when I am missing you I go sit to weep;
"take care of my dad, God," is my prayer,
for he has left for his eternal sleep.
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December 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Missing Father
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-857-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Excerpt from my poem, Remembering Father
Submitted to the contest, Arbitrium Divisa 5,
Sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Second Place