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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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A True Father | | most any man can father a child for this we know is true, but to be a good dad there's a whole lot more for all these men to do. they have to have .......... |
The Father Never Seen | | ....... they already have. he looks into her eyes and smiles at her. the bride's father wipes his eyes and hands over his daughter. the bride stands in .......... |
My Father | | my father when i see my dad...i'm not sad, becsuse he lived in a time when you had to be mad...when i see my dad...who had to take the slack because .......... |
Oh Father Dearest | | oh father, how the time of past are ever so memorable with your ear to ear smile and sparkling eyes inseparable. the times you inscribed to us, the .......... |
Father Figure | | ....... stressed he is kind, like his mother he is brillant, like his father he has secrets, i don't know them i can hear his advice .......... |
Remembering Dad | | remembering you dad is not always easy every thought comes off so cheesy reminiscing of days that seem so far away wishing it could always .......... |
I Need You,Daddy | | i almost made it, in this world, dad. so far my experince has been very sad. i feel like this is partly your fault. you need to grow up and .......... |
A Poem for My Father | | a poem for my father father, it was an honor to be there, in the dugout with you, in the good ol' days. learning as you taught me and my .......... |
9-11 poem | | ....... came. to lie and to cheat. the means for his game. trained in the mission. by father, were they? to give an excuse, for the game of today. his .......... |
sinner | | ....... or am i a boy who would never find his way to ask for forgives oh father i have not yet ask for your forgives am i something .......... | | 1| 2| | | Fathers Day Poems: 11-20 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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