Poems About: FATHER

In this page, poems on / about “father” are listed.

  • 85.
    Half my father

    Half my father
    Half my mother
    My mother white as a ghost
    My father black as coal read more »

    David E. Patton
  • 86.
    Hymn for Atonement Day

    Lord, Your humble servants hear,
    Suppliant now before You,
    Our Father, from Your children's plea
    Turn not, we implore You! read more »

    Yehudah ha-Levi
  • 87.
    'Take Me Home Oh Father'

    Take me home oh Father, take me home,
    For I've wandered this land You made alone.

    No one understood of what I am, read more »

    Linda Winchell
  • 88.
    Hemant Karakare's Son

    The dazzling light of my father’s pyre
    Is more potent than any other
    The smoke that rises from my father’s pyre
    No dusky fumes can be as bold. read more »

    Debayudh Chatterjee
  • 89.
    Chidren Of Abraham

    Our Father is the father of all fathers.
    Our Father is Abraham’s Father.
    Our Father is John’s Father.
    Our Father is Joseph’s Father. read more »

    raff rafael
  • 90.
    My Father, With His Arthritic Hands

    My father, with his arthritic hands
    Closes his door, picks up the bow
    Tucks the bit under his chin
    Tunes it real low read more »

    Rani Turton
  • 91.
    Old Danny

    read 'The Boy Danny' first
    this is its answer.

    Oh father, my dear father read more »

    Neil Milliner
  • 92.
    My Parents

    Oh my mother Oh my father
    Oh my mother Oh my father
    Where are you where are you wher are you?
    Ilove you i love you read more »

    abderaouf laoud
  • 93.
    The Little Boy Lost

    'Father, father, where are you going?
    Oh do not walk so fast!
    Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
    Or else I shall be lost.' read more »

    William Blake
  • 94.
    father and daughter

    on a chair father sits
    and daughter sits on his lap
    mother is away
    and father whistles a song read more »

    Suki Nakamura
  • 95.
    Fathers hands

    Born in her mothers whomb,
    held so gently in fathers arms,
    such grace and ease as a young third born child looks
    up at the father with wide eyes and amazement, read more »

    Melissa Hatch
  • 96.
    A Fathers Day Dream

    read more »

    Aaron Smith
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