Father Poems

Father Poems

Poems about Dad

Our fathers carry half of our genetic makeup. Our relationship with our father plays a huge part of who we will become. In many segments of society, people grow up without ever knowing their fathers. This is unfortunate because fathers should play as important a role in raising their children as mothers. A father is the model of a man for his daughter and she will choose a man who is like him. A father is the model for his son as well. Fortunately, there is a trend for fathers to be more active in their children's lives.

49 Father Son Poems & Father Daughter Poems

  1. 1. Silent, Strong Dad

    • By Karen K. Boyer
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    The poem is sharing the praise of a father who does not sing his own praises. Therefore, others sing his.

    He never looks for praises.
    He's never one to boast.
    He just goes on quietly working
    For those he loves the most.
    His dreams are seldom spoken.
    His wants are very few,
    And most of the time his worries
    Will go unspoken, too.
    He's there...a firm foundation
    Through all our storms of life,
    A sturdy hand to hold onto
    In times of stress and strife.
    A true friend we can turn to
    When times are good or bad.
    One of our greatest blessings,
    The man that we call Dad.

    Silent, Strong Dad

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  3. 2. Only A Dad

    Edgar Guest (1881-1959) was a prolific poet who wrote many encouraging messages about everyday life. This poem captures the essence of a man who loves his family so much to sacrifice for them day in and day out. While he doesn't have much, he works hard for his family and shows self-control and determination when things don't go his way. This poem uses rhyming couplets and the repetition of “only a dad” to create a well-structured piece.

    Only a dad, with a tired face,
    Coming home from the daily race,
    Bringing little of gold or fame,
    To show how well he has played the game,
    But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
    To see him come, and to hear his voice.

    Only a dad, with a brood of four,
    One of ten million men or more.
    Plodding along in the daily strife,
    Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
    With never a whimper of pain or hate,
    For the sake of those who at home await.

    Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
    Merely one of the surging crowd
    Toiling, striving from day to day,
    Facing whatever may come his way,
    Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,
    And bearing it all for the love of them.

    Only a dad, but he gives his all
    To smooth the way for his children small,
    Doing, with courage stern and grim,
    The deeds that his father did for him.
    This is the line that for him I pen,
    Only a dad, but the best of men.

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  5. 3. My Dad

    I lost my dad August 28, 2002. He was my everything. He was 82 when he passed away. I miss him more every day. I'll be sitting at work and will be thinking about him. He was the most perfect dad ever.

    Loving Father Poem From Daughter

    If I could write a story,
    It would be the greatest ever told.
    I'd write about my daddy,
    For he had a heart of gold.
    My dad, he was no hero
    Known around this world.
    He was everything to me,
    For I was his baby girl.
    I'd write about the lessons.
    He taught me right from wrong.
    He instilled in me the values
    That one day I'd be strong.
    He taught me to face my fears,
    Take each day as it comes,
    For there are things that we can't change.
    He would say what's done is done.
    He would say hold your head up high,
    Carry yourself with pride.
    Thanks to him, I am somebody,
    I will never run and hide.
    If I could write a story,
    It would be the greatest ever told.
    I'd write about my daddy,
    For he had a heart of gold.

    Loving Father Poem From Daughter, My Dad

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  6. 4. Tears In My Daddy's Eyes

    • By Unknown Mystery
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2015

    The poem is about a father's love for his daughter. He was always her pillar of strength whenever she needed him. Now when it's time for her to go start a new life, she sees that he may need her as much as she needs him. He tries to fight off being weak in front of her, but when she's finally ready to fly, she finally sees tears in her daddy's eyes.

    The Special Bond Between Father And Daughter

    He was always my pillar when I knew I'd fall,
    Always my anchor so strong and tall.
    His hard face changes only for me.
    His softer side, so careless and free.
    He knows my dreams are too big for this place.
    His little girl's leaving, ready to begin her race.
    He knows I'll be thinking of him wherever I go.
    I know I'm ready to do this on my own,
    But still I cry and he holds me tight,
    He tries to be strong, not a tear in sight.
    I'm ready to reach for the stars in the sky.
    He's ready to watch his princess fly.
    It's time to let go, sure of a path to take,
    But now I know, even pillars can break.
    For when I drive away, trying to stifle my cries,
    All I could see were tears in my father's eyes.

    The Special Bond Between Father And Daughter, Tears In My Daddy's Eyes

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  7. 5. Memories Of My Dad

    The author talks about her dad, who is her hero in so many ways.

    Poem About Dad Being A Hero

    He wasn't a hero
    Known by the world,
    But a hero he was
    To his little girl.

    My daddy was a god
    Who knew all things.
    And better than Santa,
    With the gifts he'd bring.

    I knew his voice
    Before I could speak
    And loved it when
    He would sing me to sleep.

    He changed my diapers
    And sat up all night
    When my body was weak
    And I'd put up a fight.

    He'd come home late
    With not much to say
    And made us all kneel
    As he taught me to pray.

    He taught me life's lessons
    Of right from wrong
    And instilled in me values
    That I might be strong.

    And so through the years,
    Like a hero he stood.
    Working to give
    All that he could.

    His presence was important,
    And we loved to see him smile,
    For no one in the world
    Could emulate his style.

    And so, dear Dad,
    My best memory to recall
    Is the gift of your presence,
    The greatest gift of all.

    Poem About Dad Being A Hero, Memories Of My Dad

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  8. 6. Family Circle

    • By Melissa G. Nicks
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    This poem is about the circle of life and the bittersweet realization of how time and life pass by so quickly.

    Cycle Of Life Poem

    When I am born, you are here
    In your eye, I see a tear
    Time flies and already I'm two
    "Look, Daddy, I can tie my shoe!"

    Before you know it, I'm five
    Every day, you thank God I'm alive
    Pretty soon, I turn eight
    You tell me I'm never allowed to date

    I'm already twelve in my preteen years
    Which means you'll help me with all my new fears
    Now fourteen with my permit to drive
    Waiting to hit the big one-five

    Too early comes sixteen, with my license now
    It went by too fast, you just ask how

    You want to meet my boyfriend when I'm eighteen
    I pray to God that you're not too mean
    The same guy two years later asks for my hand
    I'm relieved when you say, that's just grand

    About a year later, you walk me down the aisle
    Through all the tears, you bare a smile
    Three years later, you're gonna be a grandfather
    You show love and pride for your new granddaughter

    Another year down the road
    Mom dies, oh the many tears that flowed
    You're not doing so well without her
    Less than a year later, you forgot all about her

    Alzheimer's sets in and it scares me so
    Not long after, you decide to go
    Now I'm regretting not saying goodbye
    Every time I think about it, I start to cry

    The cycle has begun again
    It has started over with little Megan
    The other day, she turned two
    And said, "Look, daddy, I can tie my shoe!"

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  9. 7. My Dad

    • By Michael Macdonald
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2017

    My father showed me the path to being a man. During his 10-year battle with crippling Parkinson's, he did not once complain. My father humbled himself before God, and through all of his medical issues, he kept family, friends, and faith a priority. His love for my mother (his high school sweetheart) was unwavering, and the love he showed us was epic. I will miss my pal, my buddy, my dad.

    Father Teaching Son How To Be A Man

    He wasn't faster than a speeding bullet,
    but he was quick to come to my defense.
    Unable to leap tall buildings,
    but could lift my spirits when life didn't make sense.

    He did not have the strength of a locomotive,
    but the size of his heart could crush any man.
    He faced all that the world could throw at him
    and always told us it was God's glorious plan.

    He didn't wear a cape, a mask,
    or have any super powers.
    But ask any of his friends,
    he was there in their darkest hour.

    So now he has gone to heaven,
    and in God's arms he will be.
    But this loving father of eight
    was a superman to me.

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  10. 8. Special Hero

    • By Christina M. Kerschen
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Memories of her dad holding her in his arms are a continuous reminder of the love between them.

    When I was a baby,
    you would hold me in your arms.
    I felt the love and tenderness,
    keeping me safe from harm.
    I would look up into your eyes,
    and all the love I would see.
    How did I get so lucky?
    You were the dad chosen for me.
    There is something special
    about a father's love.
    Seems it was sent to me
    from someplace up above.
    Our love is everlasting.
    I just wanted you to know
    that you're my special hero,
    and I wanted to tell you so.

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  11. 9. For My Dad

    I wrote this for my father in honor of Father's Day.

    The Legacy Of A Father

    He grew up in a town where people were poor,
    In a family quite wealthy with love.
    He was raised by two parents who were stable but strict
    And taught him to trust God above.

    The days of his youth were like everyone else,
    Filled with both good times and bad.
    But he learned to look forward and follow his dreams
    And be grateful for all that he had.

    And then at 19, it was time to escape
    From the shelter and safety of home.
    So he went off to the Navy in search of himself
    And to finally stand up on his own.

    When tragedy struck and his ship was destroyed,
    Torpedoed and lost to the sea,
    He learned just how quickly his whole world could change
    And how frightening and short life could be.

    So when he returned to family and home,
    He found where his future now lied,
    And he studied and worked and had children,
    With the love of his life by his side.

    And the rest, as they say, is just history,
    But my story all started with him.
    He raised me and loved me and taught me what's right,
    And I hold him forever within.

    The man I've described is my father,
    A man of whom I feel so proud.
    He was loving, and honest, and decent,
    And his humor brought sunshine through clouds.

    And it's true that today he's no longer with me.
    His laughter and hugs are now gone,
    But my deep love for him remains in my heart,
    And his memory forever lives on.

    But I hope from the heavens he still could look down,
    And I hope through the years he could see
    Just how hard I have strived to be just like him,
    So he could still feel proud of me.

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  12. 10. Wondrous Magical Times

    My dad was my hero. I always felt safe as a little girl. He taught me that a man should treat a lady with the utmost respect. We should never settle for anything less. There was a time in my life when I did settle for less. My dad saved me, because that little girl still lived in me, and she clung to that magic time with her daddy. His love and strength empowered me to find myself again. I hope this inspires women to remember the happy little girl in them and to never settle for anything less.

    Always Daddy's Little Girl

    The child held to her
    daddy's hand.
    She stood upon his feet,
    and as they danced to the music,
    their closeness was complete.

    Excitedly, the little girl
    would wait for her daddy to speak,
    and as she danced in his footsteps,
    he knew one day another's love
    she would seek.

    Time whirled her far
    from her daddy's footsteps,
    into lost dreams of a magic time,
    void of knights and steeds
    and damsels saved
    and music filled with rhyme.

    Old daddy wiped away his daughter's
    tears of sadness and then the
    tears of strife,
    and then held to his child's hand,
    quietly rectifying her life.

    The child held to her
    daddy's hand
    and danced to music filled with rhyme,
    and felt a touch of happiness
    and wondrous magical times.

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  13. 11. Becoming A Dad

    To bring a baby into the world, women go through incredible pain. In this poem, Edgar Guest (1881-1959) shares how the experience of becoming a father is also painful. He goes through his own pain by not being able to do anything to help with labor and delivery. He frets and paces and worries as his partner experiences the anguish of childbirth. This poem has a comedic tone of a father’s experience with childbirth.

    Old women say that men don't know
    The pain through which all mothers go,
    And maybe that is true, and yet
    I vow I never shall forget
    The night he came. I suffered, too,
    Those bleak and dreary long hours through;
    I paced the floor and mopped my brow
    And waited for his glad wee-ow!
    I went upstairs and then came down,
    Because I saw the doctor frown
    And knew beyond the slightest doubt
    He wished to goodness I'd clear out.

    I walked into the yard for air
    And back again to hear her there,
    And met the nurse, as calm as though
    My world was not in deepest woe,
    And when I questioned, seeking speech
    Of consolation that would reach
    Into my soul and strengthen me
    For dreary hours that were to be:
    'Progressing nicely!' that was all
    She said and tip-toed down the hall;
    'Progressing nicely!' nothing more,
    And left me there to pace the floor.

    And once the nurse came out in haste
    For something that had been misplaced,
    And I that had been growing bold
    Then felt my blood grow icy cold;
    And fear's stern chill swept over me.
    I stood and watched and tried to see
    Just what it was she came to get.
    I haven't learned that secret yet.
    I half-believe that nurse in white
    Was adding fuel to my fright
    And taking an unholy glee,
    From time to time, in torturing me.

    Then silence! To her room I crept
    And was informed the doctor slept!
    The doctor slept! Oh, vicious thought,
    While she at death's door bravely fought
    And suffered untold anguish deep,
    The doctor lulled himself to sleep.
    I looked and saw him stretched out flat
    And could have killed the man for that.
    Then morning broke, and oh, the joy;
    With dawn there came to us our boy,
    And in a glorious little while
    I went in there and saw her smile!

    I must have looked a human wreck,
    My collar wilted at the neck,
    My hair awry, my features drawn
    With all the suffering I had borne.
    She looked at me and softly said,
    'If I were you, I'd go to bed.'
    Hers was the bitterer part, I know;
    She traveled through the vale of woe,
    But now when women folks recall
    The pain and anguish of it all
    I answer them in manner sad:
    'It's no cinch to become a dad.'

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  14. 12. My Miracle Dad

    • By Crystal M. Deprey
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A letter of love to a loving dad

    I know that I'm not perfect, and I'm sure you know that too,
    But it means the world to know that I can always talk to you.
    I am sure you didn't expect all this when you took me in to stay.
    But you still loved me enough that you did it anyway.
    You always seemed so calm, when deep down you were so scared,
    And no matter how serious it was, you always seemed prepared.
    I know I'm lucky to have you here, after all that you've been through,
    And no matter what just happened, I can always say I love you.
    You always can forgive me, even when times get bad,
    And I'll love you until the day I die, because you are my miracle dad!

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  15. 13. My Father, My Friend

    My dad is my hero. He has been my mentor and inspiration throughout my life. He celebrated his 75th birthday in 2009. Not having any idea what to give him, I decided what I wanted to do was tell him what he means to me, so I got out my pen and paper and started writing, and the end result became "My Father, My Friend."

    Appreciation For Dad

    For my father, my friend,
    This to me you have always been.
    Through the good times and the bad,
    Your understanding I have had.
    A gentle man at heart,
    This sets you apart
    From the others I've seen.
    You mean so much to me.
    The laughter we have shared
    Cannot be compared.
    The tears I have shed,
    As you lovingly nodded your head.
    You have always been there,
    With a smile and a hug,
    A precious gift from our God up above.
    The times that I have been down and sad,
    Your silly ways could always make me glad.
    You gave me strength to carry on,
    Even when all hope seemed to be gone.
    The lessons in life that I have learned
    Are from your genuine love and concern.
    With deep appreciation for all you have done.
    You, Dad,
    Are my number one.
    With all my love, Your Daughter, Your Friend

    Appreciation For Dad, My Father, My Friend

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  16. 14. My Daddy

    My dad was amazing in every way. I wrote this for him when he was in the hospital and put it on his wall so he always knew how much I loved him. He sadly passed away, so I put this poem in his hands so it was with him always. Love and miss you so much...always and forever...your baby girl!

    Dad Poem From Daughter

    I sit and look back to how far I can remember,
    And you are always there next to me.
    Each and every day you were helping me grow up,
    And making me be the best that I can be.

    Your love was forever strong,
    Your cuddles forever tight.
    Every day since I was born,
    Your love was always in sight.

    I will always be your Baby Girl,
    And you will always be my Dad.
    I know I will always be the luckiest
    To have the best Dad any girl could have had.

    My Daddy, I love you with all my heart,
    Much more than I ever say.
    You are my world, my everything,
    Each and every day.

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  17. 15. My Father

    • By Rish
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2020

    The poem is an ode to my father who is my role model and my source of strength.

    My Father Is My Role Model

    You are the one who held me tight,
    Rocked my cradle all through night,
    Cuddled me dearly when I was in fright.
    Oh Pa, you will always be my shining knight.

    When I grew old,
    You took me in your fold,
    Made me fearless and bold.
    Oh Pa, you will always be my hero beloved.

    You taught me to think right,
    Never to give up without a fight.
    Helped me achieve the dizzying height,
    Steered my life like a leading light.
    Oh Pa, you will always be my shining knight.

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  18. 16. My Hero, Best Friend, My Daddy

    • By Crystal M. Hernandez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008

    I dedicate this poem to my daddy who has never hurt me, always respected me and understands me. Never has told on me and is always close to save me. The truth is, I doubt there is a better daddy than mine. He is one of a kind.

    I Love My Daddy Poem

    My daddy looks tough as nails
    And hard as metal.
    But the truth is easy to tell
    He's sweet and loving
    And can always understand me.
    Patient he is,
    And he always makes a big difference in my everyday life.
    Always managing to put a smile on my face.
    Even when his days aren't so good.
    My daddy is my hero.
    He is my best friend I can always trust,
    And I don't have to worry about being misjudged.
    He is my daddy,
    And above everybody, he is who makes me feel very happy.
    The truth is, I love my daddy.

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  19. 17. What Is A Father

    • By Sally B. Williams
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    About what fathers are and should be

    A father is a person who loves and respects you.
    He is honest and he never neglects you.
    He is the greatest that your eyes will ever see.
    No other man like him will there ever be.
    When you are in your bedroom and scared at night,
    A father comes in to let you know that everything is all right.
    Education is important, so stay in school; hanging out on the streets is not so cool.
    Listen to me son, so the day you become a man,
    Like me, you will do everything you can.
    A father is like no other man around.
    Another man like him can never be found.

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  20. 18. To My Father

    I wrote this poem for my father for a Father's Day gift. It captures the amount of love and adoration I hold for him in my heart. It was to show him how much I appreciate absolutely everything he has done for me, whether it be scolding me for something I did wrong or for cheering me on at a basketball game. He is my best friend and the most amazing father I could ever ask for. Thank you for everything, Daddy. :)

    Love And Support Of A Father

    There was a time
    When not so long ago
    A newborn had cried her first tear
    As she entered into a strange new world.

    A man held her with a certain strength
    As tears of confusion ran down the newborn's face.
    He knew in his heart this girl was special,
    And with that he vowed to give this child a place in his heart.

    As time went by,
    The girl had began to grow.
    She had learned to talk
    And she learned how to walk.

    With each step the girl took,
    The man had been by her side,
    To guide her when she didn't know where to go,
    To comfort her whenever she fell.

    His mission every day
    Was to make this girl smile,
    To hear her young, innocent laugh,
    To make her giggle.

    More years had come and gone
    As the girl was in her first year of middle school.
    There were days where she would come home with tears in her eyes
    That would send a sad, cold knife through the man's heart.

    He would sit there and console her for as long as needed
    And had wiped salty tears from her cheek
    As he told her that it would be okay,
    That it wasn't the end of the world.

    There were times when she walked through the door with an evil frown
    As she spat cruel words of anger towards the man she loved.
    Never did the man love her any less in hearing her words
    But did scold her in hopes that she would learn.

    Time went on,
    And it was the girl's middle school graduation.
    As she and her fellow classmates wore caps and gowns,
    The man and his wonderful wife were watching with pride.

    Never had the two been so proud
    As when the girl went up to accept her award.
    Standing there with the girl in the lens of a camera,
    He snapped multiple pictures to cherish the moment.

    The man had been with the girl through thick and thin,
    Through bloody cuts and ugly bruises,
    Through smiles and tears,
    Through screams of anger and shrieks of laughter.

    This man had not only kept his vow to that newborn
    But did so much more.
    Only a man like him could give his love
    So unselfishly.

    That is why he is not only an amazing father
    But also the most amazing friend I could ever ask for.

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  21. 19. He's My Dad

    This is a poem I wrote about my dad. He went on to be with the Lord a few years ago. Being it's close to Father's Day, I wanted to find time to write about the man who raised me. He is a big part of who I am today.

    My Father Was A Hardworking Man

    Muddy boots and overalls, he stood about six two
    He was a country bumpkin; hard work was what he knew
    A carpenter, a roofer, a jack of many trades
    Countless hours of hard labor with not much time to play
    He was my mother's husband, the father of us five
    He raised a crew of workers with a loving, spirited wife
    A strong voice in our raising, a firm hand when in need
    Just tiny tots through growing years he taught us to behave
    He was a proud and simple guy, content with what he had
    He strived to build a better life for his children and his wife
    He taught me responsibility and to stand on my own two feet
    Hold strong to what I believed in and always face defeat
    He said owe no man nothing and always pay what's due
    And we should love everybody but only trust a few
    He wasn't much on chit chat; his words were few and far between
    A deep and silent thinker, his thoughts were plans and dreams
    His heart was kind and thoughtful, a humanitarian he came to be
    His generous nature of giving a helper to those in need
    But most important, what matters most
    He was Dad to me

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  22. 20. Father

    • By Taraw-81
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2019

    My acrostic poem is about the impression that my father-in-law made on me. He was, hands down, one of my heroes in life. He will be greatly missed, and no one will ever take his place.

    Lessons From A Father Acrostic Poem

    Facing some of the toughest times in life
    Always seem a little easier with someone by your side
    Two has always been better than one.
    He taught me that and taught me how to have fun.
    Everyone should be leaning on the other, not pointing fingers and blaming one another.
    Rest easy, fly high, until we meet again, I've never say goodbye, I'll just say "until then."

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