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The best dad poems



Did you know….Every year on the 1st Thursday in October it’s the UK’s National Poetry Day!

This year, National Poetry Day will celebrate the joys of poetry, rhyme and song. Events will be held all across the country to breathe new life into the poems of old and to take time out to create new works.

Down streets, across cities, through schools, colleges and universities, in theatres and bars, there’ll be celebrations of the Bards.

This being the case, we have decided to grace you with a few of our favourites. Old and New, silly and soppy, read and enjoy.


       Only a Dad Edgar A. Guest (1916)                     

         Only a dad with a tired face,

      Coming home from the daily race,

        Bringing little of gold or fame

 To show how well he has played the game;

   But glad in his heart that his own rejoice

   To see him come and to hear his voice.


       Only a dad with a brood of four,

       One of ten million men or more

      Plodding along in the daily strife,

   Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,                                                   A Poem for Dads- Anonymous

   With never a whimper of pain or hate,                                                      Though we may not shower 

 For the sake of those who at home await.                                                           him with praise

                                                                                                                           Nor mention his name in song

     Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,                                                          Though sometimes it seems 

     Merely one of the surging crowd,                                                                         that we forget

     Toiling, striving from day to day,                                                         The joy he spreads as he goes along

    Facing whatever may come his way,                                                     It doesn’t mean that we don’t know

   Silent whenever the harsh condemn,                                                     The wonderful role that he has had

   And bearing it all for the love of them.                                                    And away down deep in every heart                                                                                             

                                                                                                                           There’s a place that is just for… 

      Only a dad but he gives his all,                                                                              

 To smooth the way for his children small,                                                                         …DAD

    Doing with courage stern and grim                                                                                                                                                                                          

   The deeds that his father did for him.                                                             Father © Jennifer S. Williams                            

    This is the line that for him I pen:                                                                When I scratched my Knee,  

      Only a dad, but the best of men.                                                                 Or if I bumped my head,

                                                                                                                            When I was afraid of the dark,   

Daddy Fell into the Pond by Alfred Noyes                                                    Or that thing under my bed,                                                                                                                                            

Everyone grumbled.  The sky was grey.                                                             When I cried in the night, 

We had nothing to do and nothing to say.                                                              Or even in the day, 

We were nearing the end of a dismal day,                                                            You were there for me,

And there seemed to be nothing beyond,                                                               To make it all ok

                    THEN                                                                                                      You tickled my feet,

         Daddy fell into the pond!                                                                           And laughed at all my jokes,

                                                                                                                                 You taught me to believe, 

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,                                                         In having high hopes.

   And Timothy danced for sheer delight.                                                                You are my father,

    Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!                                                          You did what you had to do.

    He’s crawling out of the duckweed.”                                                                 But more than a father

                       Click!                                                                                                      You are my friend too.

                                                                                                                                 You made everything good,   

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,                                                     That was once bad,

       And doubled up, shaking silently,                                                                 I just want you to know,

And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft                                                           I love you Dad

 And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.


  O, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond


              Daddy fell into the pond!        






                                                             I Never Want To Lose You © Mark A. Smith

                                       I grew up like most kids,                                         And now i’ve figured out,                            

                                      Wishing to be like my dad,                                 What my father had went through,

                                        No matter what he did,                                        He had to scream and shout,

                                         Be it good or be it bad,                                       For the things that I would do,


                                      He worked so very hard,                                        Everything he tried to teach,

                                    Many miles he had to roam,                                      I rebelled with every word,

                                    To provide for the family,                                          I thought I knew better

                                   The ones he left at home,                                          His words I never heard,


                                      All he ever wanted,                                              The reason for the wisdom,

                                   Was to give us the best,                                         We learn throughout the years,

                               But time at home without him,                                    So we can keep our children,

                                  Really put me to the test,                                        From shedding the same tears,


                                    I never understood,                                                   Dad, I’m very sorry,

                                   His absence far away,                                              For all i’ve put you through, 

                                   ‘Till I became a man,                                        I’ve cried so much these last few days,

                               And walked the path his way,                                         I’m scared of losing you,


                                     I became a father,                                               You mean the world to me,

                                     Now I finally see,                                                    I feel like such a fool,

                                You’re the sole provider,                                             I’m a lucky man you see,

                                  And no, it’s not easy,                                                To have a Dad like you.

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