Father Poems - Page 3

  1. 41. Little Palms

    • By Nick a.k.a. Daimon A. Koivisto
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A man dreams of the day he will be a father and hold his child's little palm in his own

    One day a teardrop will fall from the sky
    And on that day, out of joy, I will cry
    Within my arms I'll hold you tight
    And as you open your eyes to me you'll know everything will be alright
    One day I will plant my seed
    And watch you grow into this love that I need
    I'll come home from work and put your little palm in mine
    We'll go for walks, talk, enjoy life, and forget about time
    Put your little palm in my massive hand
    I'll teach you the ways of life so that you'll understand
    When you're sick and I've got sleepless nights
    It'll be such a gorgeous sight to see you sleep in the middle of the night
    When we come home from our walks in the park
    And your mom's complaining about her stretch marks
    We'll smother her with hugs and kisses and say she's still beautiful, so beautiful tonight
    So put your little palm in mine and enjoy the night
    Your love from me is worth more than gold
    And it will continue to grow as you get old
    Like the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon we'll stay out together and watch the moon
    Tuck you in before you go to bed
    Butterfly kisses upon your forehead
    Never miss a dance recital or little league game and even if I did I'd love you all the same
    So put your little palm in mine and come walk with me
    My happiness you'll sure see
    I know how much you'll want to celebrate
    The day after you finally graduate
    I'll provide the alcohol but only before eight
    And as long as friends be sure to designate
    And if your prom doesn't go as planned
    Put your little palm in my hand
    I'll lock away my heart and give you the key
    As long as you save the last dance for me
    So put your little palm in the center of my hand
    And one day your father you'll understand
    You'll move out of my home
    And have kids of your own
    And all the things I will have done you'll understand
    One day when you kids put their little palms in the center of your hand

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  2. 42. 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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  3. 43. Dad

    • By JOEY ONSUREZ
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2007

    This poem is dedicated to who I believe was the greatness man I ever knew, my dad, and I miss him dearly Often we take advantage of people we have in our lives, not knowing what they mean to us until it's too late. Life is precious; cherish it to the fullest.

    Poem About Being Richer Than A Millionaire

    Today a great man died.
    He wasn't a world leader, a famous doctor, a war hero or even a great sports figure.
    He was no business tycoon and you would never see his name in the fortune 500.
    But he was one of the greatest men who ever walked this earth, he was my dad.
    I guess you can say he was never interested in getting any credit or receiving honors,
    He did corny things like paid his bills on time and fed the dogs.
    He never served on the P.T.A.
    But he was always there to help me with my homework.
    He got kicks on going to cookie or donut shops to read the paper.
    Dad enjoyed the simple things like going to the park with the grandkids.
    He didn't like opera; his thing was Tejano/Spanish music.
    He did all the outside housework (mowing the lawn and cleaning the yard)
    He never owned a tuxedo, and I'm sure he never tasted caviar.
    He never had a BMW or Lexus; he settled for his Toyota Celica.
    He never took handouts but was always willing to give a helping hand,
    Tonight will be my first night without him, I feel so lonesome without him.
    I'm sorry for all the times I showed disrespect towards him.
    I am grateful to God that I was given a wonderful father.
    I hope he knew how much he has meant to all of us.
    My dad smiled with a smile on this face and fulfillment in his heart.
    He knew that he was a great success as a husband, father, brother, son and friend to all those whose lives he touched.
    I wonder how many millionaires can say that.....your son

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  4. 44. At The Bottom Of The Bottle

    • By Emily Olivo
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2008

    I have dealt with a lot of traumas from my father. The fact that he is an alcoholic gives him a whole other side that is almost unforgivable. I'll search my whole life for the forgiveness it takes, and at the same time, I'll love him no matter what.

    How To Love An Alcoholic Father

    At the bottom of the bottle
    his feelings won't show.
    He'll let no one know
    the feelings he hides.
    Real late at night,
    his feelings ignite
    at the bottom of the bottle.

    When his pain goes away,
    he feels ashamed
    to feel so insane.
    He'll never know it's all right,
    so for his liquor he'll fight,
    and his pain goes away
    at the bottom of the bottle.

    It's a sad sight.
    His lifestyle is traumatic.
    Moving out, I'll be ecstatic.
    It's unfortunate, I know,
    but that doesn't mean I won't go.
    It's a sad sight
    at the bottom of the bottle.

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  5. 45. As A Boy

    • By Joel Miller
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    I just miss my dad

    Dad You Were The Best

    Well I grew up in the country.
    But things were never too bad.
    I have one person to thank.
    My always hard working dad.
    Sometimes there wasn't much for Christmas.
    But we always had something under the tree.
    At least one pair of shoes to wear all year.
    Before himself, dad always thought of me.
    I slept in a very cold room.
    Back then that's what we had to do.
    One wood heater in the living room.
    But dad's bedroom was cold too.
    We went to the grocery store once a week.
    It would always be on payday.
    Sometimes we would almost run out of food.
    Somehow dad always found a way.
    We hardly ever went on vacation.
    Maybe a quiet picnic on a summer day.
    But not too far away from home.
    Dad had worked overtime for extra pay.
    I never told you while you were here.
    Over twenty years now you have been at rest.
    You were the hardest working man I ever knew.
    And dad.......... You were the best.

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  6. 46. Childhood Dreams

    • By Antoinette
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011

    My dad was a very powerful influence in my life, and when I think of him I know my life can only get better, he always made us smile even though he ruled with a fist of iron, he did it with love, taught me right from wrong and I miss him daily and this is my way of letting him know how much I loved him xx

    do you remember your childhood dreams
    summertime excitement and cold ice creams
    the glint of sunshine on your hair
    as you stood and wanted at the summer fair
    coconut shys and lucky dips
    sticky fingers and candy floss lips
    the flashing lights and thumping beat
    your tired eyes and aching feet
    your worn out legs so tired and heavy
    your daddies arms are strong and steady
    he holds you close his voice so clear
    his soothing words ring in your ear
    place you head upon my chest
    his cuddles warm this is the best
    this is a memory so strong and clear
    a lovely memory of yesteryear

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  7. 47. Dancing With My Dad

    • By Rosemarie Ev Shaeffer
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 9, 2021

    Tribute to my dad, remembering and missing dancing with him through the years from a little girl in a Flamenco dress, jitter bugging in socks, and at parents' 50th wedding anniversary.

    Memories With Dad

    Socks glide across the kitchen floor,
    Arms spin me around once more.
    Best time I ever had,
    Was dancing with my Dad.

    Family and strangers gather round,
    Outdoor music, blaring sound.
    Familiar face and I'm so glad,
    Once more dancing with my Dad.

    Sitting beside him in the bed,
    Thinking about the life he led.
    Wishing he could rise; I'm mad,
    Not to be dancing with my Dad.

    Memories glide like a soft caress,
    Dark haired little girl in a fancy dress.
    Close my eyes, chase away the sad,
    Remember dancing with my Dad.

    Red cardinal, so bright to see,
    On the fence, reminder to me,
    The best time I ever had,
    Was dancing with my Dad.

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  8. 48. My Father's Words

    My father is a very good man and I wanted to express this in a poem.

    A Father's Way With Words

    My father is a man of his word
    A man interested in your word

    A man of many words
    A man of few words

    A man of encouraging words
    A man of truthful words

    A man of motivational words
    A man of calming words

    A man of loving words
    A man of instructional words

    A man of humorous, witty words
    A man of firm, gritty words

    A man of forgiving words
    A man of imperfect words

    A man who models God's Word
    My father, I appreciate his every word

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  9. 49. If You Could Only Hear

    • By Ashley Kramp
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    Hi, my name is Ashley and I recently lost my Dad on Memorial Day., May 26, 2008. He was 39. He has 3 grandsons who loved him very much. He committed suicide, which seemed a little strange considering the fact that my Aunt was coming from Eastern Shore the very next day to help him get his life together. Now that he's gone we all have to try to get OUR lives together. I love you Dad and you will always be missed!

    Dad Committed Suicide Poem

    If You Could Only Hear
    Hey Pop Pop, hey it's me...
    I would say this if I could only speak.
    But I know if you could hear,
    my gibberish would turn to words as they float to your loving ears.
    You would hear them say I love you in so many ways.

    So tell me Pop Pop,
    the name you so longed to hear,
    please tell me you'll be close and always be near.

    If you could hear,
    I'd tell you I miss you
    and Mommy does too
    and I'd tell you how great it was to have met you.

    If you could hear,
    I'd tell you I'll see you again one day,
    but I don't worry because I know you'll be watching over me all along the way.

    If you could hear,
    I'd tell you Mommy wishes you could come back
    but I know your up there to stay.
    But as I get older I'll have dreams of you and we'll finally get to play.

    This is what I would say if only you hear.

    In Loving Memory- Frank John Kramp
    August 29, 1967- May 26, 2008

    By: AshleyKramp
    May 27, 2008

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