16 Grandpa Poems

1. We Had a Wonderful Grandfather
   Poet: Unknown
   
   
   We had a wonderful grandfather,
   One who never really grew old;
   His smile was made of sunshine,
   And his heart was solid gold;
   
   His eyes were as bright as shining stars,
   And in his cheeks fair roses you see.
   We had a wonderful grandfather,
   And that’s the way it will always be,
   
   But take heed, because
   He’s still keeping an eye on all of us,
   So let’s make sure
   He will like what he sees.




Grandparent Poems



2. Proud Grandpa
   Poet: Betty Jo Mathis
   
   Proud Grandpa went to view
   The babies pink and new
   Arranged in squalling groups,
   Cocoons in sterile coops.
   He judged them there en masse,
   His nose against the glass
   And came with a strange report
   
   "They're all a homely sort
   Save one red wrinkled tot
   The choicest of the lot;
   And it's plain for all to see -
   That one's akin to me!"




Baby Poems



3. Friendship Of A Grandfather
   Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2011
   
   To never have a grandfather,
   Would be to never understand,
   The friendship that a grandchild,
   Shares with this great man.
   
   To never have a grandfather,
   Would be to never understand,
   Why a grown man would be sitting,
   Playing teacups, cup in hand.
   
   To never have a grandfather,
   Would be to never understand,
   How a man of 50+,
   Finds energy to run hand in hand.
   
   If you have a grandfather,
   Then you're a lucky one.
   Grandfathers are amazing,
   And they are so much fun.




4. You Are The Pride
   Poet: Eloise A. Skimings
   
   You are the pride of thy grandpa's heart,
   Thou dost caress his loving hand;
   Hourly he watch'd thy little feet
   And listen'd to thy voice so sweet,
   Whose infant lisps his heart's flame fann'd.




Grandpa Quotes



5. Grandpa
   Poet: Eloise A. Skimings
   
   With wavy locks of silv'ry white,
   With soul as pure as morning light,
   With voice as sweet as bird on wing;
   May heav'n to him new blessings bring.
   
   May many days to him be giv'n,
   That he may lead more souls to heav'n,
   And be a joy to those on earth,
   To those who owe to him their birth.
   
   And when death seals his mortal eyes,
   With his lov'd ones in Paradise
   He'll praise his God in endless song,
   For now his faith is firm and strong.




Poems About Grandchildren



6. Gramps or Grumps
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Sometimes we call you Gramps
   But my Mom calls you Grumps.
   But no matter what we say or do
   Gramps, we know we love you.
   
   You put up a stern front
   But we just have to look and you jump
   You are always there with love and care
   Even if your looks do scare.
   
   My mom says that us you spoil
   There is no plan that you would foil
   You do things with us that you haven't done
   We know you love us and are having fun.




Funny Poems About Life



7. Grampa's Time
   Poet: Byron Pulsifer, ©2020
   
   The day is so full these days
   More than I would ever have thought.
   A grandpa never seems to be without
   Little needs coming without a doubt.
   
   Each day may start with aches and pains
   Or some with a tiring chore
   But tired limbs and old bones
   Delight in cherishing tiny thrones.
   
   Upon the throne I do squat
   With less than royal demeanor
   I don't mean to sit alone
   And soon am joined with cheery tones.
   
   As I arise with demanding orders given
   Little hands grab mine to aid to stand
   Without which I'd gladly on my throne to sit
   But little hands grab mine to do a skit.
   
   There is no day so long and boring
   As those without those grandchildren' soaring.
   Up and down the path I trudge
   My low sugars crying for a fudge.
   
   The days may seem to hurtle by
   But time stands still I surmise
   But, when those little hands grab mine
   I wait so much for another time.
   
   I may be called the gramps to them
   But life's love is to grab hold again.
   When those little hands grab mine
   I always long for more hands of time.




8. The Mountain
   Poet: Emily Dickinson
   
   The mountain sat upon the plain
   In his eternal chair,
   His observation omnifold,
   His inquest everywhere.
   
   The seasons prayed around his knees,
   Like children round a sire:
   Grandfather of the days is he,
   Of dawn the ancestor




9. My Anchor And My Rock
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Grandpa, you’re my anchor and my rock,
   My go-to when I’m in shock.
   You’ve always had faith in me, so strong,
   Our bond can never do any wrong.
   
   You have been a mentor and an advisor,
   A supporter and just one great guy.
   From the time I was young, until now,
   Your guidance is something I seriously vow.
   
   Times with you are priceless to me,
   The memories we make create history!
   Your love for us will last forever,
   No amount of words could ever measure!




10. My Grandpa
    Poet: Kate Summers, © 2020
    
    My grandpa is a man
    who never screams or demands
    He loves me that I can feel
    His kindness is so real.
    
    We laugh, we play
    We have fun each day
    Grandpa makes me smile so
    Around him, I'm never low.
    
    And I know I can talk to him
    Even about things that are a bit grim
    He is always a good listener and so wise
    He is always full of surprise!
    
    Grandpa, I love you
    And thank you for all you do
    I'm so lucky to have you
    You're the best Grandpa that is so true!




Appreciation Poems



11. Grandpa is For
    by Samatha Anne Marie Lynch, © 2020
    
    G is for
    great, that's what we feel about you
    
    R is for
    respect, we respect you that is so true
    
    A is for
    appreciation for all you do
    
    N is for
    never stop loving you
    
    D is for
    dashing, you are never blue
    
    P is for
    patience that when we came along instantly grew
    
    A is for
    adaptation you so readily do.




12. Grandfathers' Over Time
    Poet Unknown
    
    Up and out I go to catch a train
    From the train to work to use my brain
    Kids left behind with little hugs
    To wait to see them back in my house.
    
    The time screams by oh so quick
    Before too long the kids
    Are no more around as my sidekicks
    For off they go to form new cliques.
    
    Time flies by to prepare the day
    For a chance to mend my former ways.
    For God has granted more little feet
    To hug and hold and sweetly greet.
    
    No longer does my demanding work
    Distract me from real lifework.
    To play, to hold, to encourage, to love
    Grandkids that fit like a glove.
    
    To never waste the time I've been given
    How best to show I no longer shun
    The time to play, to encourage, to love
    All that God has given from above.




13. Grandpapa
    Poet: Maria Mulock Craik
    
    Grandpapa's hair is very white,
    And Grandpapa walks but slow;
    He likes to sit still in his easy-chair,
    While the children come and go.
    "Hush! - play quietly," says Mama;
    "Let nobody trouble dear Grandpapa."
    
    Grandpapa's hand is thin and weak;
    It has worked hard all his days:
    A strong right hand, and an honest hand,
    That has won all good men's praise.
    "Kiss it tenderly," says Mama;
    "Let every one honor Grandpapa."
    
    Grandpapa's eyes are growing dim;
    They have looked on sorrow and death;
    But the love - light never went out of them,
    Nor the courage and the faith.
    "You children, all of you," says Mama,
    "Have need to look up to dear Grandpapa."
    
    Grandpapa's years are wearing few,
    But he leaves a blessing behind -
    A good life lived, and a good fight fought,
    True heart and equal mind.
    "Remember, my children," says Mama,
    "You bear the name of your Grandpapa."




14. Playing Grandpa!
    Poet: Althea Randolph
    
    When I pretend I'm Grandpa old.
    Like him, I play, I'm stem and bold!
    I don his hat and suit of clothes.
    And wear his glasses on my nose!
    
    His cane I take when I go out.
    And swing it as I walk about;
    Oh, rapture! How I'd love to be
    A Grandpa old, - instead of me!




Funny Poems About Aging



15. An Example
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
    
    Grandpa, on his hands and knees, he would
    Chase me as I took a different route
    Games he always played with me
    He let me win, making me happy.
    
    He would willingly share his knowledge
    I think he was preparing me for college
    He knew so much, so full of wisdom
    It was more than I could fathom.
    
    I now realize how he influenced me
    To be the best that I could be
    He set an example of how to live
    To do good and always give.




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16. The World To Me
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
    
    Grandfather, you mean the world to me
    Even when you act so silly.
    Thanks for all that you do
    When I am down and feel blue
    You cheer me up, you make me laugh
    I love you from the bottom of my heart.