Daughter Poems | Examples of Daughter Poetry

Nervously checking my hair, Noting the silver is peppered with grey. My hand trembles as I put on my lipstick— My favourite shade of pink. My reflection bears a frown, But today, I turn it upside up. The big interview with an angel Will happen when the clock strikes Midnight. The mystery of the night Is needed for the halo to shine as bright as...

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Growing up in a loving family of seven— church on Sundays, bare feet running wild, sharing a tricycle with three— double the fun, one standing behind the seat. Dreaming of white dresses and Prince Charming, following my dreams, praying in church to a God so giving. Marveling at trees, sunrises, sunsets, the deep blue sea— His touch lingering in the beauty of life, painting a picture so...

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I wake up in a room full of mirrors, a funhouse of distortion where reality is blurred. I gasp, for in one of the mirrors, I see a young version of me— rocking and singing a lullaby to my newborn baby girl, with a full head of dark hair. By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair— a million-dollar family. Sighing...

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When I was born, my life sucked. I wasn’t important, nobody really cared. Some bad things happened, and eventually it led me to you. I was only three, and didn't have much. Then you gave me a home, and became my family. You made me feel safe, and I was happy. I finally felt like...

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When anger clouds your eyes, And your heart fills with rage, Unable to hold back The hurt inside; When you lose control Of your inner storm, Expelling evil On those around you; When I feel your blows Against my body, Fierce and desperate, Like a trapped animal, I know you don’t want To be this way– I know you don’t want To hurt anyone But I also know That I would rather...

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when i was merely fourteen- i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, i wondered how people could live like this. i look to my left and saw a fresh painted white house with a picket french and a freshly mowed lawn. when i looked to the left- i saw a small house with mint green...

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I held her first before the world, A tiny hand, a dream unfurled. So small she lay upon my chest, My loudest heart, my quiet rest. She looked at me with eyes so wide, As if I’d hung the stars with pride. And in that gaze, I clearly knew, My life had found a purpose true. I taught her how to tie her...

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I trace bitter trials of another Helios spark~ as a collapsed marionette, barely seeing colors of clarity, between onyx-glazed flames, tangled in the hollow temple carved in medieval calligraphies, bleeding seething scars, incensed with coiled confusion~ reverberating macabre voices that thrum distant decays, clouding inner dusk with disoriented dandelions. Yet heaven waits above...

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to come home to a mother, after a long day at school, to that greeting of love and care, to a spotless house, and aroma of food that she makes so well, to her healing maternal touch, … those bygone days, still stay with me… to drive home to a caring wife, waiting alone for me at home, for that hug and kiss, the...

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King Solomon and I will fly a kite On this historical Good Friday, we seek justice for the young lady Her father made her act as if she were his niece. To deceive his new wife, so that she could live with them His wife found out about the plot and hell would break loose. On social media,...

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How often, I remember when Mom's voice washed away...all my fears As duskfall traced our shadow-dance; We peek- a- booed with laughing eyes While fairy tales spoke of romance. Fine the hands swerving along winds, Sweet bedtime tunes lulled mellow nights Tender age spilling revelries, On my lap, tinsels wrapped moonlights. Where whirled, catching the dew Till evening swept like blue rainfall; And we rolled on...

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Oh, Mother, what from you did I inherit? I’m not so slim. I’m dark-haired with eyes green-blue. You’re red-haired and slender; hazel are your eyes. There’s little of myself I see in you. You swear you know the only true religion. No confidence have I though in your church. But I know God exists because of you, and so for faith I...

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You always said you knew me so well; better than I knew myself. You'd tell me all about me: what I wanted, how I felt. I'd do just what you told me; you'd say I sinned, so I confessed. Because of course it's true— it came from you, and you always know best. You always said you were protecting me, sheltering me, keeping me safe. And I...

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Mother’s Day feels like a joke with no punchline, like the kind of card you don’t buy because you’d have to lie in cursive. I stare at the shelves lined with pastel lies, the soft-scripted thank yous, and the you’ve always been there's. I want to scream at the cardboard. Always been there? Where? In...

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She reflects us, In body and soul, Our marital love and struggles, shaped her emotions and dreams. In the early years, she was the pupil of our eyes, She was the lovely princess in our little castle, We floated together with care bears on white silky clouds, We flew together with Mary Poppins million times. Her aches and pains always seemed like ours, Her...

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