First Father's Day Poems

Being a new parent is undoubtedly one of the most memorable and pleasurable experiences in life. For a new father, Father's Day is especially a moment filled with loads of joyous anticipation. In case you know a dad or a grand dad who would be celebrating his first Father's Day with his child or grandchild, make sure to forward your hearty compliments. A significant way of doing the same is by gifting him a nice poetry book or simply a poem that talks about all the moments of fatherhood. Read our collection of poems and choose the one that fascinates you the most. These poems talk about a father's good qualities and what makes a perfect father. You can attach it to a card or a flower bouquet while offering one.

What is a Dad?

A Dad is a person who is loving and kind,
And often he knows what you have on your mind.
He's someone who listens, suggests, and defends -
A dad can be one of your very best friends!
He's proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong,
A dad can be patient and helpful and strong.
In all that you do, a Dad's love plays a part -
There's always a place for him deep in your heart.
And each year that passes, you're even more glad,
More grateful and proud just to call him your dad!
- Anonymous

A Father Means....

A Father means so many things...
An understanding heart,
A source of strength and support
Right from the very start.
A constant readiness to help
in a kind and thoughtful way.
With encouragement and forgiveness
No matter what comes your way.
A special generosity and always affection, too
A Father means so many things
When he's a man like you...
- Anonymous

What Makes a Dad?

The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
And there was nothing more to add,
He knew his masterpiece was complete,
And He called it - Dad.
- Anonymous

Fathers Day???

When all the children have grown and gone,
Which memories of Father will linger on?
Will it be the times he dried their tears,
Held them close and calmed their fears?

The way he always found the time
To read their favorite nursery rhyme,
Over and over, time and time again,
Until they knew it, beginning to end.

The sleepless nights with an ailing child,
Father stays there all the while,
Ministering love with healing hands,
Spinning tales of faraway lands.

What memories will follow them as they go?
All of these, and more I know.
But most important, can they say, "I had a Father who loved to pray".
- Anonymous