Dad Poems

Share these Dad poems with your father. Poems that reflect our feelings for our Dad. When we are young our Dads are our heroes and as we get older and have children of our own we appreciate our Dads even more and the wisdom they have to offer.

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  1. To Dad
    Poet: Mrs. Fred C. Wilbanks

    I'm glad that you're the sort of Dad
    That has always understood
    The "whys" and "wherefores" of my acts
    Whether bad or good.

    I like your sense of humor
    Your quick and ready wit;
    Of the sunny side of living-
    You've not lost sight of it.

    And though advancing now in years
    In heart you're still quite young.
    For you can think within the realms
    Of youth's own modern tongue.

    I love you for so many things,
    You've been a pal and brother,
    But most of all, I love you for
    You wooed and married Mother!




  2. How can we repay, a loving and giving Dad. Who is always there for us, even when he is mad. Julie Hebert




  3. When Dad Takes Me
    Poet: Douglas Malloch

    My dad sometimes some little trip
    Takes me along — and, my, it's fun!
    He puts my (you know) in his grip,
    A suit (not this, my Sunday one),
    And other things that Mother, too,
    Says I will need. (I never do.)

    I'd always rather go with dad
    Than go with her. (Oh, goodness me,
    Of course I love her, course I'm glad
    That she's my mother — as can be.)
    But when my mother lets me go
    With dad! — well, lots of things, you know.

    For instance, Father doesn’t scrub
    Me night and day and all the time.
    My mother keeps me in a tub
    And says it really is a crime
    How dirty children (me she means)
    Can get, no matter how one cleans.

    But Father, huh, he doesn’t care,
    Ask “How’s your neck?" or “How’s your ears?"
    Or worry what you have to wear,
    Or if a button disappears,
    Dad doesn’t watch you day and night
    And say you simply are a fright.

    Then we get home. “Just see that child,"
    My mother says, “as black as ink!
    I knew you’d leave him running wild.
    My goodness, what will people think!
    You’ll never take — my, my, these men ! —
    That boy, with my consent, again."



  4. A Man
    (To My Father)
    Poet: Mrs. Fred C. Wilbanks

    Often, when I would sit, a dreamy, straight-haired child,
    A book held gaping on my knee,
    Watering a sterile romance with my thoughts,
    You would come bounding to the curb
    And startle me to life.
    You sat so straight upon your vibrant horse -
    That lovely horse, all silken fire and angry grace -
    And yet you seemed so merged in him,
    So like! At least my thoughts
    Gave you a measure of that wildness.
    And oh, for many years you seemed to me
    Something to marvel at and yet to fear.

    But now I know that you resemble most
    That growth in nature that you most revere.
    You are so like, so very like, a tree -
    Grown straight and strong and beautiful,
    With many leaves.
    The years but add in richness to your boughs,
    You make a noble pattern on the sky.
    About your rugged trunk
    Vines creep and lichens cling,
    And children play at tag.
    Upon your branches some will hang their load
    And rest and cool while you must brave the sun.
    But you put forth new life with every year,
    And tower nearer to the clouds
    And never bend or grow awry.



    5. a dad is the hero his son hopes to be


  5. I Like Dad
    By Ida Tyson Wagner

    I like Dad! He helps me do the keenest things,
    Like flying kites each spring, making boats and swings.
    Besides he knows so much about the wind, the sea,
    Why leaves turn red — most everything it seems to me.
    And sometimes out in fields, where slender grasses grow,
    He talks to me of God and things a boy should know,
    Helps folks in need, is always kind to everyone.
    No wonder I like Dad and try my best to do
    The kind of things I know dear Dad would want me



  6. Daddy
    Poet: Robert Freeman

    It's good to take the dusty road
    With daddy,
    To shoulder my share of a camper’s load
    Like daddy;
    Flee for a night all coddling care,
    The dreads and the dangers of darkness share,
    With the stars in my eyes and the dew in my hair -
    And daddy.

    It’s fun to sit by the crackling fire
    With daddy,
    While the flames leap high and the sparks mount higher
    For daddy;
    To break for once the home food ban -
    Eat with my fingers out of a pan
    And chatter along as man to man
    With daddy.

    It’s great to stretch on a sweet pine bed
    By daddy,
    To vision the trails that lie ahead
    With daddy;
    Gaze for a while at the spangled sky,
    Sleepily smile to the man close by
    And yield to Nature’s lullaby
    With daddy.

    Then the dawn - the dawn - and the dusty way
    With daddy!
    Another vagabondish day
    With daddy;
    No call has he, no cares annoy;
    He’s all my own, and mine the joy
    Of finding the very heart of a boy
    In daddy.



    7. Thank you Dad for raising me right. And I thank God for you each night.


  7. My Hero
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    Heros in our life
    Are people who bring no strife
    They are dependable
    And honorable.

    They offer support
    And are always a good sport
    Full of encouragement, and wisdom too
    They bring a smile when we are blue.

    Dad in my life a hero you are
    No matter where I go, you are not far
    Thank you for always being there
    And thank you for your care.

    I can never repay all that you have done
    There is no better Dad than you, no none
    May I be a Dad like you
    I love you and all you do!



  8. His Dad
    Poet: E. A. Brinstead

    My dad, he makes the slickest kite
    That ever was, by jing!
    Why, it will sail clean out of sight.
    When I let out the string.
    The other kids they come to me
    To get kite pointers now;
    An' they're as glad as they can be
    That my dad knows just how.

    My dad kin take two wheels an' make
    A coaster that is fine;
    The other kids all want to take
    Their pattern now from mine;
    An' when we all slide down a hill,
    Why, I kin pass by each
    As though they all was standin' stilll
    Say, ain't my dad a peach?

    My dad kin make a bow that sends
    A arrow high!
    You oughter see it when it bends
    An' watch that arrow fly!
    An' now, why, every kid you see
    Tries hard to make a bow
    As good as what dad made fer me,
    But they can't do it, though!

    There's nothin' much my dad can't do
    If he makes up his mind;
    An' he is mighty chummy, too,
    One of the bully kind,
    Some dads would yell, "Oh, go and play;
    I'm busy as kin be!"
    But my dad, he ain't built that way,
    Not on your life, by gee!

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Dads are special people in our lives. We hope you share one of our poems with your Dad to remind him that he is important and thank him for all he has done!


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