Poems about Father poems

Saturday afternoon, the air, now so hot, and streetsbusy with that slightly faster pace of personal intention, weekend plans: I remember the face from years ago -dropout, errand boy, chancer, h

Some believe their faith is a private thing, While others praise and through their voices sing.You must not allow anyone to silence your view, Brothers and sisters, God truly loves you.A child of

His heart a woundbrooding and dark, he prays for dayswhen the clouds will burn.His heart a bruisetender and shy, he dreams of nightsmade of marzipan stars.Author: David Kowalczyk

Oh father, my fatherAm humbled by your waysAs you sustain innate integrityOf having a low profile lifestyleAlways patience and responsibleAs you stay loving mum till nowOh father, my fatherAm

I never thought I'd liveOne day to see my daughter beA Human Resources Policy Executive.But then perhapsMy daughter’d ratherNot have a would-be poet for a father.Author: Pete Crowther

There once was a fellow named Barthe declared Father Death to be artwhen the knock finally cameand death called out his namehe said, please, just one last farewell fart.Father Death had ignored

'I know where I came from and I know where I am going'Because I am not aloneI walk with a God all knowingHe is the light of the worldand when I follow He lights my wayNo longer in darkness I tr

Oh dear father, fatherMorning has arrived to lightIn right track I have seen, I know you love me more Sure you teach to knowThe way properly as I walkBy your command we feelIn this command only

If I could see nothing but the smokeFrom the tip of his cigar, I would know everythingAbout the years before the war.If his face were halved by shadow I would knowThis was a street where an EATS s

Thank You Father, For giving me this life that I live.Thank You Father, For giving me the chances to forgive.I believe in You...I pray each day to prove that I do! Thank You Father, The Keeper

He wept for his fatherHis father who imploredhim to not test life, to notseek treasures unknownBut his son wanted moreand spent his long daysslashing the darkened skiesin conquest of a golden

How he loved the soundof sound itself, when hewas young enought to bewild with love, when hisblood boiled with desireand crashed in great breakingwaves against his heart.Now, the faceless dark