Father Poems, Poetry about Dad


Dad…so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning…it seems
the sound has been erased.

Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don’t fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I’d tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.

Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.

This poem was written/submitted by Judy Burnette.

Dad’s lesson

Daughter asks dad what
she should become

and Malaysian dad surprises
her with ‘you can be whatever
you want to be except dont be a racist’.

‘why suddenly such a downer subject? , ‘
daughter innocently asks.

‘Not serious. I just want to get
an important record straight –
and right from my heart. Racism
will spell the end of everything
good in this country, ‘ he stresses.

‘Well dad, I understand, ‘ she cools down
and dad warms up her hands with his.

This poem was written/submitted by John tiong chunghoo.

Daddy’s Hands

I remember Daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
You would read quite a story in the callouses and lines
years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy’s hands how they held my mama tight
and patted my back selfishly for something done right.
There are things that I’ve forgotten that I loved about the man
But I’ll always remember the love in Daddy’s hands.

I remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled
just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over I’d live my again
and never take for granted the love in Daddy’s hands

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle
but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in Daddy’s hands

This poem was written/submitted by Dunn Holly.

Daughter to father

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She’ll always find him there.

This poem was written/submitted by Nancy.

Father and son poems

Perhaps we’ll never understand each other.
Loving doesn’t mean that we agree.
If that were so, then I would say, why bother?
But there are things I know I’ll never see.
I’m sure your heart knows what I don’t yet know:
The pain of loving a reluctant son;
The anger, coming fast and building slow,
Of being helpless to control someone.
You want only that I grow up right,
But you know what right is, and I still don’t.
I have to learn to wield my inner light,
And if I follow yours, well, then I won’t.
I’m sorry for the anger in the air;
Though we fight, my love is always there.

This poem was written/submitted by Nancy.


Dads are great, they really are;
They teach you to drive, in their brand new car.
They love you like, you’re the only one;
They take you to movies, and you have lots of fun.

They are never strict, to their little girl;
They’ll dance with you, and give you a twirl.
And for Dads, boys are a treat;
To grow up like Dad, isn’t that neat.

I guess you can tell, I Love my Dad dearly;
I tell him I love him, and not just yearly.
And so to all Dads, I will just say;
Have a very, Happy Fathers Day.

This poem was written/submitted by Lovy.

God thank You for daughters

Daughters God bless them
Little girls that grow to become women
But to a daddy they’re always his little girls
Even after they make him a grandfather

I’ve been blessed twice myself
Never would I have traded them fir a son
My daughters were my pride and joy
And I loved them more every single day

I remember the first time
One of them came to me with an adult problem
Instead of taking it to her mother
Asking me to help her understand men

I told her, let’s make a deal
I’ll helpYou understand men
And you’ll help me understand women
We both got a big laugh out of that

With his daughter a man can be
The tender, loving person he really is
The side of himself he hides from the world
Lest it mistakes him for a wimp

A daughter is a gem, precious and polished
Even back in the day when she was a tomboy
Teased by the other girls for playing with boys
Yet growing up to be the most feminine of them all

God thank You for daughters
And for giving me two of my own
I will love and cherish them forever
And Heaven help anyone who hurts them

This poem was written/submitted by Harry J. Couchon Jr.

Good for father’s birthday poems

Our fathers toil with hands and heart
To make our lives complete.
They quietly brave the winter cold,
Endure the summer heat.

Our fathers’ lives are busy, but
There’s always time for us.
They boldly face the ups and downs
And seldom ever fuss.

Our fathers are the greatest dads.
We know you know this, too.
But thank you for the chance to share
Our love for them with you.

This poem was written/submitted by David A. Olds.


I alway wonder what was heaven like .
Now I know it’s full of midnight blue sky’s,
Stars hang like diamonds glittering and twinkling
In the moon like .

Mountains with water falls ,
Air that taste like tropical fruit
While angels sing with joy
There is no pain nor tears

But above all u are there
Happy and free
This is a place I can not wait
I can not wait to see ur face
See u smile

And never ever watch u died

This poem was written/submitted by Julia.

Hey papa

If you died i would die a little too
If you were hurt i would hurt whoever did it to you

I know you love me
I know being a papa is a hard thing to be
I am always your little girl
I am always going to be a part of your world

I will help you cope with your world
Get you through your turmoil
I can’t ever stop loving you
No matter how many golf shows you choose

Even though we dont see eye to eye
Your my papa and that makees us tight
I hope you live forever
It would make my heart feel better

I am always afraid ill lose you
Just dont age for a year or two
Don’t ever pass away
Just be alive for all my bad days

You always make me feel so much brighter
You always make me feel tighter
I love you giving me laughter
Please stay papa, forever and after…

This poem was written/submitted by Tara Hess.

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