More Poems about Fathers
Popular Short Fathers Day Poems
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2015
A special father,
In my heart,
Is someone who,
Would never part.
A special father,
In my life,
Sits at the head of the table,
With a carving knife.
A special father,
I adore,
Is always there,
To keep the score.
A special father,
I must say,
Is you, my father,
In every way.
Poet: C. Lynch, © 2015
A Dad is one who
Is always there
Can always be counted on
Always has time
Always encouraging
That is you, Dad,
Thanks for all you do, I love and appreciate YOU!
Birthday Poems For Dad
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2018
My dad, well he's the greatest,
The best one of them all.
You can't get any better,
He's always my first call.
I want to tell him everything,
I want him to know first.
When something great happens,
He's the first one to hear me burst.
We spend a lot of time,
Just the two of us.
Walking, talking, and even playing,
How I am so very blessed.
And when I was much younger,
The memories that I see,
Are all so very wonderful,
My dad makes me glee.
And now as I get older,
He tries to understand.
He lets me know he's there,
If I need a helping hand.
What can I say to thank him
Words can never express
I would not say this on a whim
Love you Dad and wishes for your happiness!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2018
Even when he is mad,
He loves me cause he's my Dad
When I am blue and feeling sad,
He gives me a big hug cause he's my Dad
When I know what I did was bad,
He corrects me cause he's my Dad
He sees things in me I didn't know I had,
He believes in me cause he's my Dad.
When he comes home from work I am glad,
Because I am happy he is my Dad.
Father Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2015
There is a special day,
That comes but once a year.
To celebrate our fathers,
To spread a little cheer.
Like every other parent,
The choice is always theirs.
To take off and leave their child,
Or to stick around and care.
Today you are celebrated,
Because you chose correct.
You stayed with your child,
And never did neglect.
You always gave your love,
And always did what's right.
You played, tickled, and smiled,
And never hugged too tight.
So here we are today,
To celebrate someone great.
It should happen more often,
But at least have this date.
So Happy Fathers Day Dad,
To me, you're the greatest one.
In the dad department,
You have won!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2011
There is a special day,
That I feel should be announced.
I sometimes feel that this day,
Is not properly pronounced.
There are many days for children,
To celebrate with fun.
But not enough days for parents,
And this should be undone.
There's only one day to honor Mothers,
And one day for Fathers too.
So we should put our heart and soul,
Into celebrating the few.
So Happy Mother's Day to Moms,
And Happy Father's Day to the Dads.
No matter how life treats you,
Know you're loved and have made us glad.
Poet: Roberta Roberts
When the day is done
And your work is through
It is then that I have
The pleasure of you,
Father of Mine.
When troubles arise
You keep me strong.
With your hand in mine
I can never go wrong,
Father of Mine.
And I'll always be proud
That you are my Dad
The very best Father
A boy ever had.
Father of Mine
Poet: D. G. Bechers
I know just what my father was to me -
And is unto this day;
And so unto my boy would I as truly be
And in the selfsame way,
I honored, loved, respected him and he
Gave me his love as pay!
I pass it on unto that boy of mine
And hope and dream and pray
I may so live that he may know the fine
True things of life and may
Honor and love, respect, obey
His father in a better, nobler way
Than I did mine.
Poet: Virginia Moore
Was it a constancy of wind that kept
His honor clean? A wind that sweeps one spot
Reduces excess ego to a dot
That isn’t there; it says to all except
The babblers and the flagrantly inept
“Honor’s the thing! - when honor is forgot
A man is ready to die and ready to rot!”
My father was a man the winds had swept.
His business was not law, as some suppose,
Who think a soul is made of molecules;
His business was constructing, day by day,
An immortality - for there are those
Who build it tile on tile, and there are fools
Who strenuously piddle it away!
Poet: Douglas Malloch
The greatest man who ever was,
He isn’t king or president.
You never heard of him, because
He didn’t anything invent,
Or write a book, or form a trust,
Or sing a song to make us glad,
Or win a battle — he is just
Some youngster’s dad.
You talk about your Washingtons
And Grants and other persons great.
They may be big — but to our sons
They’re rather vague at any rate.
But Dad, their dad! He’s here and now,
The best a fellow ever had;
There’s one great person anyhow -
Some youngster’s dad.
“My dad makes lots of money.” “Mine
Can knock a ball a half a mile.”
“My dad can play a jews’-harp fine.”
“Mine keeps us laffin’ all the while.”
“My dad could lick a wildcat — gee,
You ought to see him when he’s mad!”
You have to be a man to be
Some youngster’s dad.
“My dad he used to have a horse — ”
“My dad can shoot ducks on the wing.”
“My dad’s the best man on the force —
He ain’t afraid of anything.”
“My dad will run for Congress, too,
And beat the Democrats so bad — ’’
Oh, lucky fellow man, are you
Some youngster’s dad?
The man who sits upon a throne
Or other eminence as high,
The man who far and wide is known
And always in the public eye,
Must watch his step for fear he fall —
But, worshipped by some little tad,
There is the greatest job of all —
Some youngster’s dad.
You may not worry much about
Religion, which is right or wrong,
But here’s a thing, without a doubt,
To keep you straight and keep you strong,
Here’s your responsibility,
The greatest mortal ever had —
Just to be worthy, friend, to be
Some youngster’s dad.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A Father strives to do his best
Many times goes without rest
He cares for his family
And does it so happily.
A Father is always there
Always willing, always shares
He offers encouragement and support
And is always a good sport.
A Fathers love is forever
Even when you are not together
Even when he starts to gray
A hug from him makes everything okay.
So on this Fathers Day
We just want to say:
We love you Dad and appreciate you
A medal to you is overdue!
Poems About Family
Poet: Edgar A. Guest
You can't pay back in dollars what your father does for you.
You can't repay in kindness all the tenderness he shows;
You little know the perils he has safely brought you through.
And the wealth of Rockefeller this account would never close.
Just remember, as you travel, now alone upon your way
That your only chance of squaring up the debt you owe your dad
Is to strive with all your courage to grow better every day
And become the man he dreamed of when you were a little lad.
