Dad Poems

These are the Dad Poems for the leading man, hero, example,and rock and anchor.Our Father the one who has shown strength, humility, humor, and been a fine example of a faithful loving human being to me and my siblings. These are free for you to use for non commercial purpose.










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You didn't tell me how to live;
You lived,
And let me watch you do it
Thank you so much "I Love You Dad"

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When it comes to Fathers
There's lots of them about
But you're the very very best
Of that, there is no doubt

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I know there have been times
when I've sent you up the wall
but with patience and kindness
your magic worked & it hasn't hurt at all.

I wonder sometimes just how you did it
when I think back over the years
as a teenager all grumpy and smelly
It's a miracle with only a few tears

I need to say though that I am very impressed
and honor and respect you more than Cobi Jones
Not that sport was our hotspot was it Dad
especially with all our aches and old bones.

Not to keep on repeating myself and driving you madI Love You, I Love You and can't think of much more to say
Except look out for all my junk that you call it
I'm leaving home today so I'll be off and out of your way
Maggie-May

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The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God,
and I call him Dad!

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MY FATHER

His soul strengthens mine,
His smile encourages everyone
He is my number one fan,
A great father and only one
He is far from us to work
His presence is always with me..
And he always reminds me
To be a good boy and prioritize my study
His personality is strong,
Yet full of life.
With authority, courage and love
He is a good husband and a good father,
A good son, a friend and a teacher..
I am proud to bear his name,
To have his blood...
And to be his child.
Brix Ambray

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I may fail to be as clever as my neighbor down the street,
I may fail to be as wealthy as some other men I meet,
I may never win the glory which a lot of men have had,
But I've got to be successful as a little fellow's dad.

There are certain dreams I cherish which I'd like to
see come true,
There are things I would accomplish when my time
of life is through,
But the task my heart is on is to guide a little lad
And to make myself successful as that little fellow's dad.

I may never come to glory,I may never gather gold,
Men may list me with failure when my business life is told,
But if he who follows after shall be manly, I'll be glad,
For I'll know I've been successful as that little fellow's dad.

It's the one job that I dream of,it's the task I think of most,
If I fail that growing youngster,I'd have nothing else to boast
For though wealth and fame I'd gathered,all my future
would be sad...
If I failed to be successful as that little fellow's dad.

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Anecdote for Fathers

I have a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty’s mould,
And dearly he loves me.

One morn we strolled on our dry walk,
Our quiet home all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do.

My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve’s delightful shore,
Our pleasant home when spring began,
A long, long year before.

A day it was when I could bear
Some fond regrets to entertain;
With so much happiness to spare,
I could not feel a pain.

The green earth echoed to the feet
Of lambs that bounded through the glade,
From shade to sunshine, and as fleet
From sunshine back to shade.

Birds warbled round me—and each trace
Of inward sadness had its charm;
Kilve, thought I, was a favoured place,
And so is Liswyn farm.

My boy beside me tripped, so slim
And graceful in his rustic dress!
And, as we talked, I questioned him,
In very idleness.

"Now tell me, had you rather be,"
I said, and took him by the arm,
"On Kilve’s smooth shore, by the green sea,
Or here at Liswyn farm?"

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In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I’d rather be
Than here at Liswyn farm."

"Now, little Edward, say why so:
My little Edward, tell me why."
"I cannot tell, I do not know."
"Why, this is strange," said I;

"For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm:
There surely must some reason be
Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm
For Kilve by the green sea."

At this, my boy hung down his head,
He blushed with shame, nor made reply;
And three times to the child I said,"Why, Edward, tell me why?"

His head he raised—there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain—
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.

Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And eased his mind with this reply:
"At Kilve there was no weather-cock;
And that’s the reason why."

O dearest, dearest boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Of what from thee I learn.
William Wordsworth (1798)

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