20 Heartfelt Father’s Day Poems For Best Dads

Our fathers are our mentors, protectors, and cheerleaders. Father’s Day celebrates their unwavering love and sacrifice.

Our fathers have meant a lot to us no matter how busy we are in our lives. In celebration of this remarkable bond, what better way to convey our heartfelt emotions than through a beautifully crafted poem?

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These heartfelt Father’s Day poems for your dearest dads convey our love and admiration. They capture the essence of the unique connection we share with our fathers. With words that flow from the heart and touch the soul, these poems celebrate the unwavering presence, selflessness, and love of the happiest dads in our lives.

Heartfelt Father’s Day Poems

#1 “Only a Dad “

Only a dad but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.

Edgar Guest

#2 ” God Made a Father “

God once made a father
his best one of all
he was smart loving and determined
to come when his kids called

This father could be serious
he would sometimes get mad
but he was forgiving
when you did something bad

This father could be silly
he would tell many jokes
he could be quite annoying
when he gave tickles and pokes

God gave him to someone
but who could it be?
This very lucky person
turned out to be me.”

Abigail Stott

#3 ” Dad “

To me Dad, you’re everything
I can not begin to say,
You’ve loved, cared, and looked out for me
You’ve made me who I am today.
Dad, you’ve always been understanding
and showered me with concern,
You’re my knight in shining armor
You’re my dad and best friend.

Susan Smith

#4 ” My Father on His Shield “

I remember his fists, the iron he pounded,
five-pound hammer ringing steel,
the frame he made for a sled that winter
before the war. I remember the rope in his fist
around my chest, his other fist
shoving the snow, and downhill we dived,
his boots by my boots on the tongue,
pines whishing by, ice in my eyes, blinking
and squealing.

Walt McDonald

#5 ” A Father Is “

There in every memory
See his love and care
Strength and hands to count on
Freely he does share
Provider, toil so faithfully
To make our dreams come true
Give strong and tender discipline
Though it is hard to do
A Father is God’s chosen one
To lead the family
And point it to His will for life
Of love and harmony…

Sue Keen

#6 ” Silent Strong Dad “

He never looks for praises
He’s never one to boast
He just goes on quietly working
For those, he loves the most.

Karen K. Boyer

#7 ” Whose Mouth Do I Speak With “

I can remember my father bringing home spruce gum.
He worked in the woods and filled his pockets
with golden chunks of pitch.
For his children
he provided this special sacrament
and we’d gather at this feet, around his legs,
bumping his lunchbox, and his empty thermos rattled inside.

Suzanne Rancourt

#8 ” My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love “

My father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height.

E. E. Cummings

#9 ” A Taste of Blue “

He presses the mole on my shoulder
that matches his shoulder,
proof that I was not found
at the bottom of the sea…
There must be some
thread of magic there
cooling honey to stone—where
like recognizes like or how
a rib seeks its twin.

Cynthia Manick

#10 ” My Papa’s Waltz “

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

Theodore Roethke

#11 ” My Father. A Tree “

Father, I know you are here,
the only place you must be,
where the heavy branches
lean into bright air.

Tina Chang

#12 ” My Father’s Kites “

Dry patch of stony land before our house only he
could tend into beauty, thorny roses goaded
into color. How did he make those makeshift
diamonds rise, grab ahold of the wind to sail
into sky like nothing in our neighborhood
of dented cars and stolid brick houses could?

Allison Joseph

#13 ” My Dad’s Hands “

They were rough, I remember, incredibly tough,
as strong as a carpenter’s vice.
But holding a scared little boy at night,
they seemed to me awfully nice!

David Ketter

#14 ” My Father, My Father “

My father, my father,
I love he,
my father, my father,
made me see,
how beautiful this world really can be.

Dakota Ellerton

#15 ” Afternoons “

Those afternoons, the Saturdays of my tender childhood
in Mexico City
were just lovely.
It was the time when fathers
were one on one with their sons,
and took them to see friends, have an ice,
talk in the park, or to intriguing stores from their youth.”

Jorge H. Aigla

#16 ” Seize the Moment “

How can this man with so much on his plate
Find good cause and reason to procrastinate?
It’s because he’s a man who is certainly wise.
A giant of a man in his dear family’s eyes.
A man who knows well his priorities,
And chooses the moments important to seize.
So where is this man with so much to be done?
He’s in the backyard playing catch with his son.”

Ron Tranmer

#17 ” Hero Dad “

You are my hero, Dad
You’re my secure foundation.
When I think of you, I’m filled with love
And fond appreciation.

You make me feel protected;
I’m sheltered by your care.
You’re always my true friend; and Dad,
When I need you, you’re always there.

You have a place of honor
Deep within my heart.
You’ve been my superhero, Dad,
Right from the very start.

Joanna Fuchs

#18 ” Shoulders “

A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo.”

Naomi Shihab Nye

#19 ” Special Hero “

When I was a baby,
you would hold me in your arms.
I felt the love and tenderness,
keeping me safe from harm.
I would look up into your eyes,
and all the love I would see.
How did I get so lucky?
You were the dad chosen for me.

Christina M. Kerschen

#20 ” The Harp “

When he was my age and I was already a boy
my father made a machine in the garage.
A wired piece of steel
with many small and beautiful welds
ground so smooth they resembled rows of pearls.

Bruce Weigl