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Unfortunately too many people today have not had the positive influence and experience of having their fathers in their lives. Fathers are an absolute asset to everyone’s lives as Sigmund Freud is quoted, “I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection.” Fathers many times hold the bulk of the family’s responsibilities in keeping the family unit in tact and need the encouragement of their children to express their appreciation of their fathers being in their lives as Lydia M. Child said, “Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!” Father’s Day poems are the perfect avenue to share one’s gratitude of the amazing challenges fathers face to protect their family, especially their children. See how many express their love and gratitude they have for their fathers in our selection of Father’s Day poetry.
Read Fathers Days Poems
Write your dad a poem as a Father's Day gift.
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To my Father, with Love | | ....... i needed you make me feel special by the way i am treated you are my father for which i am glad without you in my life i would be truly .......... |
My Hero | | ....... fun you are my hero dedicated to paul mutchler my father who has been there my whole life and has never left me even when .......... |
Hello Dad | | ....... me, when i would scream. things are different, it would seem. so, hello dad, my hearts here to try. maybe we can reconcile? i love you & .......... |
What is a Father | | tell me what a father really is. should he be tall or short. a father is a guide a mentor, the family stone, the glue that holds the family .......... |
Where Are You Papa? | | ....... wondering where were you i was the target of ridicule for not having a father to look up to. i'm now all grown up have a family of my .......... |
Memories of Dad | | why do we honor fathers especially if they are not around. when i think about my father all i want to do is frown. my father was my .......... |
Mine | | ....... he would give his for mine any day. we have a special relationship beyond father and daughter. i know that he might think that i don’t like him .......... |
ALWAYS AND EVER | | ........ that someday when i leave this ground i'll see him again and he'll guide me as before toward our father's heavenly home and the open door. my dad! |
A simple dry-wall man | | i wrote this poem about my step dad.. i fell in love with a man when i was only four years old he was tall with big blue eyes and he was .......... |
Anna's Song | | oh, where is my daddy? i'm sure you must ask. does your lonely heart look for the shadows i cast? do you stand at the door and look to the .......... | | 1| 2| Next> >> | | Fathers Day Poems: 1-10 of 20 |
Fathers Day Quotes
It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.
- Pope John XXIII
By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong.
- Charles Wadsworth
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
- Mark Twain
Write your dad a poem as a Father's Day gift.
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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