Fathers Day Sonnet Poems | Examples
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Though tempest's foaming deep swells far from land
and restless waves should buffet his small boat,
the Captain at the wheel with steady hand
trusts Providence to keep the crew afloat.
A Shepherd finds green pastures for his flock
protecting them that they may safely dwell
and carries injured lambs who cannot walk
to nurture them with love until they're well.
Preparing lesson plans and lecturing,
the Teacher answers questions patiently -
delighting in the joy knowledge can bring,
imparting light for growing eyes to see.
Lord, please grant wisdom, strength, and grace to me
to captain, shepherd, teach my family.
Written 18 June 2022
Happy Father's Day
Friendad
The son of my father, indeed I am
To fondly unforget, one never can
And please don't think he was just an old man
That sadly lived and died without a plan
Most often at the breaking of each day
He sought to know what God would say
I wake to find him on his knees to pray
That I might be like him and faithful stay
The words he spoke are truth I can recall
As vividly as untimely leaves fall
When all I see are trees left standing tall
That I could read the writings on the wall
He worked so hard each day his hands would ache
And yet kept on for his family's sake
But for his child, he'd always take a break
To spend some time for happy memries make
And now he's gone, I am feeling sad
I wish to see and talk with him so bad
The cares of life is driving me mad
Yet still I thank my God I had a dad
In days gone by, I wish they never end
In my distress, his wisdom he would lend
He cared enough to help my faults to mend
And always there from all my foes defend
My God is good to give such perfect blend
I'm blessed to have a father for a friend.
The way this day carries on, one might think
it invalid, paralyzed from neck down,
wheelchair bound, unable to roll around
or speak more than “yes” or “no” via blink.
Or, maybe it wishes for not to sink,
but to shadow itself to a moonless sound,
to boil by the bay while gulls crack the ground,
dead from exhaustion, seared, and charbroiled pink.
But, seabird viscera sustains no Mute
so cowardly as to entrap His sun
which hangs suspended on enraptured thigh -
no, it’s the nightingales enchanting flute
that calls this day to be a darkened run,
that sours sweet the spineless song of lullaby.
A FATHER
A DAD
A PROVIDER
A CARE-GIVER
A SURVIVOR
A PROTECTOR
A GUARDIAN
MUCH, MUCH MORE.
ALLOWS A CHILD TO GET AWAY WITH THINGS
SOME FATHER'S NOT ALL
A MOTHER WILL NOT,
MOM'S THE FINAL CALL
DON'T THROW THAT BALL.
DEBATING BACK AND FORTH
A CHILD WINS
UNTIL MOM STEPS IN.
FATHERLESS, I AM
OVERALL, MY FATHER ABOVE
WHOM I DEARLY LOVE
MY EARTHLY FATHER IS GONE
WHOM I LOVED
MY HEAVENLY FATHER IS ALWAYS HERE
I AM BLESSED
WITH ALL SINCERE.
FATHERS ARE SPECIAL TOO
IN MANY WAYS AS WELL
GIVING CREDIT DUE.
FATHERS DAY COMING/CAME
LIFE'S, NO GAME
HARD WORKERS
BLESS THEM ALL
BE PROSPEROUS
STAND TALL.
THIS APPLIES TO SOME
MAY NOT BE FOR ALL
FORGIVENESS FROM THE SOUL
GOD CAN MAKE YOU WHOLE.
Alone in my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest and then
Knew there was no answer from a man
I saw in my mind’s eye a tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath
Then I was held by golden clouds of fire
I felt the kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath
And so I turned to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk
Sleep for in time you must awaken,
And rise as lazerus from ancient ground,
'Fore the great star in sky has taken
To Its goodly perch on horizen's crown.
Under midday orb, glory's golden hue,
Laborous tasks will you duitiful give
Though praises recieved will often be few
By sweat of brow, does your family live.
These tasks may not be heroic in form
But herculean are they in their need
For without such hardships leaves kin forlorn
The father must his progeny to feed
But now it is time to lay head asleep
For noon tomorrow you sow what you reap.
spring sonnet
The vines are greening and the old man who owns the vines
was busy trimming them although it was Sunday and church
bells chimed He is very old 92 last year, and it was father’s day
a few days ago. He never married, but every bush is his child
And he gives them equal time. He is in many ways a lucky man
the vines love him, he knows that, leaves softens in his caring
hands that carry a promise of everlasting worship.
On father’s day, I never left the house, sat by the phone waited
for a call from my daughter, she is everything I never achieved,
my futile dream of respectability.
A whisper of a wind came through the open window, gently told
me that my cherished is a figment of my dreams of perfecting.
Then an irate storm cast rattled the window, your real daughter was
born in poverty in Kingston, Jamaica, the child of a prostitute and
she became one too.
This day - a marvelous devotion to my Dad,
who is emissary to the bonds of familial love.
Man who bestowed life upon me, you stand above
any man God created, hero role- you always had.
Gallant and fair, even when you were mad.
When life got too hard you gave me a shove-
Now I am a fortuitous woman, ti's you- because of.
Immortally your daughter, for this I am glad.
Protector, mentor - a few ways to define you
What really counts, though, is from the heart,
Copiously you bestow this gift so true-
The whole of your being, faithful you impart
Family matters, and no other- is your world view
Beings intertwined together... Never shall we part.
A pair of shoes that walked many tests
Skipping and hurdling the hardest
Shockproof to the condition around
Halt to prepare for what tomorrow's abound
A distinctive scent of sweat for a living
Upbringing of children is not failing
Many sails and flights brought them away
A love message to sustain each longing day
Hiding tears to withstand the test of time
Strong grip of every chance is sublime
Man of few words but a cherished action
Unload your worries, now at peace with God without distraction
In my most solitary moments
I will live to the image you represent
15 June 2013
FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.
One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.
As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.
The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA