Poems And Quotes

Quiet as you are, I always knew
You were watching me, loving me, all the years through
Hard as it was at times, I am sure;
You were there for me, even when you felt like showing me the door
Through all of the years and the laughter and tears
I was happy to know there was a place I had no fears
That place was home with you and Mom,
where everything was safe and I could be calm
For years I was trouble, and for that I regret
A trillion million sorrys haven’t covered it yet
I am all grown now, and have finally found my way
All that you’ve given me, I could never repay
Hopefully seeing that I’m safe and sound
And knowing the wonderful husband and life I found
Will make you rest easy, as you hadn’t in the past, and you’ll be happy in knowing that this time it will last
So on this day I celebrate you…
My wonderful Father and the greatest Dad too!!

by

Heather Mctiernan

When I scratched my knee,
Or if I bumped my head,.
When I was afraid of the dark,
Or that thing under my bed,
When I cried in the night,
Or even in the day,.
You were there for me,
To make it all okay.
You tickled my feet,
And laughed at all my jokes.
You taught me to believe,
In having high hopes.
You are my father
You did what you had to do.
But more than a father
You are my friend too.
You made everything good,
That was once bad.
I just want you to know
I love you Dad.

by

Jennifer S. Williams

Our fathers toil with hands and heart
To make our lives complete.
They quietly brave the winter cold,
Endure the summer heat.
Our fathers’ lives are busy, but
There’s always time for us.
They boldly face the ups and downs
And seldom ever fuss.
Our fathers are the greatest dads.
We know you know this, too.
But thank you for the chance to share
Our love for them with you.

by

David A. Olds

Did I ever say thanks
for all the toys you mended,
games we played,
outings to the park,
and the way you
always tried to cheer
me when I was down? 
Did I ever say thanks for
the sacrifices you made
so I could be involved
in so many enriching
activities? 
Did I ever say thanks for
working so hard
to provide for our family? 
Did I ever say thanks
for having such faith in me
and always being there
when I needed you? 
Most of all,
Did I ever say thanks for caring? 
DAD, I LOVE YOU

As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes,
A Godly love, given without compromise….
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
And prodded me on with great vigor and pride.
His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power and might of his hands was so sure,
I knew there was nothing we couldn’t endure.
It’s true, a few others provided insight,
Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
He’s the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,
Although he’s not royal by stature or birth.
He’s a man of great dignity, honor and strength.
His merits are noble, and of admirable length.
He’s far greater than all other men that I know,
He’s my Dad, he’s my mentor, my friend and hero.

by

Debbie Hinton Young

I hope you said your prayer tonight,
Even though god cannot help you now.
Ive been under here for sometime,
Waiting for you to fall asleep.
Like a trapped rabbit in a hole,
Ill smoke you out,
And eat you whole.
Your life is in my grasp.
As blood pours from my mouth,
Ill sit
Watch
And wait… As you slowly suffer.
For the gift of death I hand to you with pleasure,
And this memory I will forever treasure.

He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realize," he said,
"The bitterness of life!"
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister’s Husband’s Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I’ll send for the police!"
he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak!"
He thought he saw a Banker’s Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won’t be much for us!"
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill!"
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It’s waiting to be fed!"

by

Lewis Carroll

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

by

Dylan Thomas

I want everyone to know,
To see my fat belly
To help me stand
And I want my grand children
Playing with my arthritis
I want to have skin, that Drips off me,
And teeth that are the ruins,
Of some ancient city,
And hair that snows all year round.
Let my hips shatter beneath me
Let them see!
See these years,
Read the sanskrit on my face
Let them know what it is to live.

by

Ursula De La Mer

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

by
Edgar Allan Poe