Best Father’s Day Poems

Here's a unique and beautiful collection of heart touching Father's Day Poems. Pick up one Father's Day Poem that is closest to your heart and read it aloud to your Dad. Another excellent idea would be quotation these sentimental Father Day Poem on the Fathers Day Card you got for him. You can also express your love and gratitude to your grand dad, uncle or a man who's like your dad by quoting these poems about their cards. The theory behind these adorable and a few humorous Poem for Father's Day would be to say Thank you to your Father for all his care, sacrifices and affection to you.

F.A.T.H.E.R.S.

"F" aithful. "A" lways there.

"T" rustworthy.

"H" onoring.

"E" ver-loving.

"R" ighteous.

"S" upportive.

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You Never

You never said I'm leaving

You never said goodbye

You were gone before I knew it,

And only God knew why

A million times I needed you,

A million times I cried

If Love alone could have saved you,

You never would have died

In Life I loved you dearly

In death I love you still

In my heart you hold a place,

That no one could ever fill

It broke my heart to lose you,

But you didn't go alone

For part of me went with you,

The day God took you home.

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,

The majesty of a tree,

The warmth of a summer sun,

The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,

The comforting arm of night,

The wisdom of the ages,

The power of the eagle's flight,

The joy of a morning in spring,

The faith of a mustard seed,

The patience of eternity,

The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities,

When there was nothing more to add,

He knew His masterpiece was complete,

And so, He called it ... Dad

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My Dad and I

My dad and I-we think alike,

He knows just what I mean

Before I even say a word

He reads, well, in between.

My dad and I-we like to fish

Or build a model plane,

Or fix a broken chair or two

Or just a windowpane.

My dad and I-we know the score

Of every single game;

Sometimes he's really busy, too

But he takes me just the same.

My dad and I-we go swimming too,

Each year and sometimes twice.

My dad and I-we do everything;

My dad-he's really nice.

Phyllis C. Michael

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Father's Day

Over the years

As we grow old,

We remember our father

So brave and bold.

In the garden,

Leaning on the plow,

He would listen to me;

I see him now.

He would give advice

And understand;

He was always there

To lend a hand.

God made fathers

Strong and firm,

For he knew our lives

Would have great concerns.

So he gave us fathers

To teach us to pray,

And guide our lives,

And show us the way.

So on his day

Let's take the time

To say "Thanks, dad.

I'm glad you're mine."

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Mary Frances Bogle A Little Girl Needs Daddy

A little girl needs Daddy

For many, many things:

Like holding her high off the ground

Where the sunlight sings!

Like being the deep music

That tells her all is right

When she awakens frantic with

The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain

That rises in her heart

And shows her how she might get home

When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love

That is her sea and air,

So diving deep or soaring high

She'll always find him there.

Daddy, I Love You

Daddy, I love you

For all that you do.

I'll kiss you and hug you

'Cause you love me, too.

You feed me and need me

To teach you to play,

So smile 'cause I love you

On this Father's Day.

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My Dad's Hands

Bedtime came, we were settling down,

I was holding one of my lads.

As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight:

My hands. . .they looked like my dad's!

I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks,

there was always a cracked nail or two.

And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark,

his thumb was a beautiful blue!

They were rough, I remember, incredibly tough,

as strong as a carpenter's vice.

But holding a scared little boy at night,

they seemed to me awfully nice!

The sight of those hands - how impressive it was

in the eyes of his little boy.

Other dads' hands were cleaner, it seemed

(the effects of their office employ).

I gave little thought in my formative years

of the reason for Dad's raspy mitts:

The love in the toil, the dirt and the oil,

rusty plumbing that gave those hands fits!

Thinking back, misty-eyed, and thinking ahead,

when one day my time is done.

The torch of love in my own wrinkled hands

will pass on to the hands of my son.

I don't mind the bruises, the scars here and there

or the hammer that just seemed to slip.

I want most of all when my son takes my hand,

to feel that love lies in the grip.

David Kettler

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My Dad

When I was just a tiny kid,

Do you remember when,

The time you kissed my bruises,

Or cleaned by soiled chin?

You scrambled for the balls I hit,

(Short-winded more than not,)

Yet, every time we'd play a game,

You praised the "outs" I caught.

It seems like only yesterday,

You wiped away my tears,

And late at night I called your name,

To chase away my fears.

Though time has changed your handsome grip,

Your hair is snowy white,

You gait's a little slower now,

Thick glasses help your sight.

Oh, do I thirst for years gone by,

To be that growing lad,

Re-living all of the memories,

Of growing with my dad.

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Fathers are Wonderful People

Fathers are wonderful people

Too little understood,

And we do not sing their praises

As often as we should...

For, somehow, Father seems to be

The man who pays the bills,

While Mother binds up little hurts

And nurses all our ills...

And Father struggles daily

To live up to "HIS IMAGE"

As protector and provider

And "hero or the scrimmage"...

And perhaps that is the reason

We sometimes get the notion,

That Fathers are not subject

To the thing we call emotion,

But if you look inside Dad's heart,

Where no one else can see

You'll find he's sentimental

And as "soft" as he can be...

But he's so busy every day

In the grueling race of life,

He leaves the sentimental stuff

To his partner and his wife...

But Fathers are just WONDERFUL

In a million different ways,

And they merit loving compliments

And accolade of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires

To fortune and success

Is to make the family proud of him

And to bring them happiness...

And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,

He's a guardian and a guide,

Someone that we can count on

To be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.

Helen Steiner Rice

Butterfly Kisses

There's two things I know for sure.

She was sent here from heaven,

and she's daddy's little girl.

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,

she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.

And I thank God for all of the joy in

my life, But most of all, for...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.

Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.

"Walk beside the pony daddy,

it's my first ride."

"I know the cake looks funny,

daddy, but I sure tried."

Oh, with all that I've done wrong,

I must have done something right

To deserve a hug every morning,

And butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet sixteen today,

She's looking like her momma

a little more everyday.

One part woman, the other part girl.

To perfume and makeup,

form ribbons and curls.

Trying her wings out

in a great big world. But I remember...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.

Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.

"You know how much I love you daddy,

But if you don't mind,

I'm only going to kiss you on

the cheek this time."

With all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right.

To deserve her love every morning,

And butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time

Like the wind, the years go by

Precious butterfly

Spread your wings and fly

She'll change her name today.

She'll make a promise,

and I'll give her away.

Standing in the bride room

just staring at her,

she asked me what I'm thinking,

and I said "I'm not sure,

I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."

Then she leaned over....and gave me....

Butterfly kisses, with her mama there

Sticking little flowers all up in her hair

"Walk me down the aisle, daddy,

it's just about time."

"Does my wedding gown look pretty, daddy?"

"Daddy, don't cry."

With all that I've done wrong,

I must have done something right

To deserve her love every morning,

And butterfly kisses

I couldn't ask God for more, man, this is what love is

I know I've gotta let her go, but I'll always remember

Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses...

Bob Carlisle & Randy Thomas

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Daddy's Girl

When you were young, pony-tailed,

face full of playful freckles,

were you a daddy's girl?

I was. I still am.

Did you look to him for your security,

for love and attention,

for the understanding, and the patience you lacked

as a child?

My daddy was the center of my small world,

the focus of my affections,

the star that lit my life, shining bright.

Shining still in my heart.

The years have led me here,

weathered with maturity and responsibilities,

and I see more clearly now.

The hardships, burdens of love,

and all the small sacrifices he made for me,

for our family.

He created stability, a place to call home.

All the photographs I browse through

of a child long forgotten, scarcely remembered

smiling, so happy and so loved.

The mere thought of becoming that role model

is enough to send me cowering, afraid...

looking for guidance.

Turning to my father and my more for support,

advice, wise counsel, and for approval.

Grown up, I see differently now...

A new perspective of a man I have always known.

My heart is full, my emotions overpowering

just in the certainty of that bond.

He's been there for me through all the conflicts

helping me over the rough, ragged stones of growing up.

My respect for him is unending,

faith is unbound, and love is unquestioning.

Even in the midst of all my imperfections, he is lenient,

ignoring the pitfalls, the downfalls, the shortcomings,

he just accepted me as I was, as I am.

The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struck

and it lifts me up, it holds my head a little higher,

it keeps me in balance,

harmonizing with the world around me

beautifully, like an inspired masterpiece from the soul

of an honest man.

I am honored to know him, to love him, to be of him.

He's my hero, and I am his daughter, his little girl.

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