Best dad poems help you express your emotions, love, and admiration. It’s all about making him feel as special as he makes you feel. Whether it’s Father’s Day, your dad’s birthday, or just an ordinary day you want to make extraordinary, beautiful poem is your way of saying, “Dad, I cherish you more than words can express.” These famous poems for your dad will warm his heart and bring a smile to his face.
Father means that he is a mix of wisdom, strength, and a splash of humor. He has a unique way of making you feel safe and loved. So, what better way to express your love and gratitude than through heartfelt dad poems? Heartwarming, touching, and sometimes even funny poems are your way of capturing the deep bond you share with your dad.
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Best Father Poems
Father’s Song by Gregory Orr
Yesterday, against admonishment,
my daughter balanced on the couch back,
fell and cut her mouth.
Because I saw it happen I knew
she was not hurt, and yet
a child’s blood so red
it stops a father’s heart.
My daughter cried her tears;
I held some ice
against her lip.
That was the end of it.
Round and round: bow and kiss.
I try to teach her caution;
she tries to teach me risk.
My Father’s Hats by Mark Irwin
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
A Father Means…
A Father means so many things…
An understanding heart,
A source of strength and support
right from the very start.
My Father on His Shield by Walt McDonald
I remember his fists, the iron he pounded,
five-pound hammer ringing steel,
the frame he made for a sled that winter
before the war. I remember the rope in his fist
around my chest, his other fist
shoving the snow, and downhill we dived,
his boots by my boots on the tongue,
pines whishing by, ice in my eyes, blinking
Fathers Can Be Solitary Mountains
Fathers can be solitary mountains,
All their love rock-like, steep, and strong.
Though warm and caring, somehow they belong
Halfway home to mothers’ bubbling fountains.
Each of us needs love that knows no quarter,
Reminding us of bonds that cross a border,
Strengthening our sense of right and wrong.
American Primitive by William Jay Smith
Look at him there in his stovepipe hat,
His high-top shoes, and his handsome collar;
Only my Daddy could look like that…
Father, Child, Water by J. Patrick Lewis
I came hungry
into the world,
and for that,
look no further
than my Pa.
A history buff
and a small-p
poet, he built
so many book-shelves, our house
became the local
At least to those few
who knew a book
to be a friend.
I Thank You, Dad
At times I thought that you were
far too hard on me…
But now dad, I understand
why you had to be.
To become the man
you knew I could…
without your guidance
I never would.
With love and patience
you gave me insight…
You taught me respect
wrong and right.
Looking back to the start
where it all had begun…
Dad, I’m so proud
when you call me your son.
You mean so very much to me,
And I want you to know
That you are always in my heart,
No matter where I go.
You’re always giving, always there
To help in any way;
The loving things you’ve done for me,
I never could repay.
I can’t imagine what I’d do
Without the love you give.
I’ll treasure your sweet heart of gold
As long as I shall live.
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 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.
To Her Father with Some Verses by Anne Bradstreet
Yet for part payment take this simple mite,
Where nothing’s to be had, kings loose their right.
Such is my debt I may not say forgive,
But as I can, I’ll pay it while I live.
Cute Poems for Dads
My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love by E. E. Cummings
My father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height.
Only a Dad by Edgar Guest
Only a dad but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
A Boy and His Dad by Edgar Guest
A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—
There is a glorious fellowship!
Father and son and the open sky
And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
And the laughing stream as it runs along
With the clicking reel like a martial song,
And the father teaching the youngster gay
How to land a fish in the sportsman’s way.
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
Shoulders by Naomi Shihab Nye
A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo.
You held my hand when I was small,
You caught me when I fell,
You’re the hero of my childhood,
And later years as well,
And every time I think of you my heart still fills with pride,
Though I’ll always miss you Dad, I know you’re by my side.
My Papa’s Waltz by Theodore Roethke
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
The Harp by Bruce Weigl
When he was my age and I was already a boy
my father made a machine in the garage.
A wired piece of steel
with many small and beautiful welds
ground so smooth they resembled rows of pearls.
Dressing My Daughters by Mark Jarman
One girl a full head taller
Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.
First, the slip, hardly a piece of fabric,
Softly stitched and printed with a bud.
I’m not their mother, and tangle, then untangle
The whole cloth—on backwards, have to grab it
Round their necks. But they know how to pull
Arms in, a reflex of being dressed,
And also, a child’s faith.
Dad, My Hero
Dad, you are my hero,
My role model, my guide.
You’ve always been there for me,
Through every high and low tide.
You’ve been my rock, my support,
My shelter from the storm.
You’ve given me your love,
And kept me safe and warm.
I love you more than words can say,
And I’m grateful for all that you do.
I hope this poem brings a smile to your face,
And shows how much I love you.
My Father, My Friend
My father, my friend, my mentor, my guide,
You’re always there by my side.
Whether I’m happy or whether I’m sad,
You’re always there to make me glad.
You’re always there to lend a hand,
To help me up and help me stand.
You’re always there to listen to me,
To understand and help me see.
You’re always there to give advice,
To help me make the right choice.
You’re always there to show you care,
To show your love and always be there.
Thank you for all that you do,
For being there and seeing me through.
Thank you for being my father, my friend,
And being there until the very end.