Happy Father's Day poem 1 Dad's rice bowl
Khaki rice bowl
inside
With decades of blood and sweat.
also
The weight of the whole family
The relentless passage of time
Navan
It's slowly turning yellow.
The edge has also been scratched by years.
one day
Still the same job
Like that
It's light yellow, too.
anxious
It also flows in it.
Bowl bracket
No, this is what the old man looks like.
Happy Father's Day II. My father is getting old.
We come from the unknown world.
Then grow up in warm arms.
When I first opened my eyes,
Except sunshine and color.
I also met a great person.
Swing your arms and stride forward.
Carry a barbell and an axe.
We call him father.
A god who seems to be omnipotent.
From then on, we are no longer afraid of thunder.
Not afraid of lightning and darkness
Not afraid of storms
Everything depends on it.
As long as he is around.
When we grow up,
This godlike father has retired from all aura.
He is timid, he is melancholy.
He is silent and tolerant.
I'm afraid of thunder and lightning, wind and rain.
I am also afraid of secular chaos and strife.
He was very brave before.
Because we are too weak.
Like a nervous and angry bison.
It will also drive the lion away.
All courage comes from love.
Due to the protection of fragile life
Father, actually, it's just
A wall to keep out the wind and rain
Trees sheltering from the scorching sun.
This is food for three meals a day
Is a powerful traction hand.
This is a lamp and a road sign.
His energy is constantly transmitted to us.
With your eyes, not your skin.
When all this is done.
Father is old.
Happy Father's Day Poem 3 A poem for my father.
You slow down your wrinkled forehead and let me know what responsibility is.
Your wrinkled hands tell me what happiness looks like.
Your backpack lets me know what love feels like.
In fact, responsibility is to give a person a lifelong obligation.
The appearance of happiness is to watch the children you cultivate grow up.
The feeling of love is the determination to give everything for him.
However, it took you a lifetime to get the answers to these questions.
It takes a lot of regrets to understand.
I wonder what my understanding of being late can bring you.
But I just want to get rid of you before time takes you away completely.
Spend a safe night with you
Just like you used to learn to walk with your hands.
More love.
More of a responsibility.
If there is no love, why so tired?
If there is no responsibility, why pay so much?
I always think it's too simple to describe you as great.
But your efforts have brought me healthy growth.
Your love is incomparable.
But it touched me deeply.
Your wrinkled forehead brings me good health.
Your wrinkled hands have saved me a lot of detours.
Your support has given me a promising future.
I know I can't pay back these things at once.
But I just want to be with you gently
Let's go to see the beautiful morning light.
Enjoy the intoxicated sunset together.
Just like when I was a child, you sheltered me from the wind and rain.
I will never forget that photo.
Because it is the most beautiful memory in life.
May all fathers in the world be happy and healthy.
Happy Father's Day Poetry 4 Father's October
Corn skewers are woven vertically.
Full of sweet sunshine.
Little sparrows are dancing happily.
Singing on the tail of autumn
The sickle leaned against the corner.
Breathe out the fragrance of soybeans.
Father rocked in the rocking chair.
The face is covered with the halo of the sun.
Blurred eyes and eyelashes
Deep wrinkles
Divide a face into multiple regions.
The soil under the ploughshare is fragrant.
Father's shovel is busy.
The clods were broken and the fields were leveled.
Father said that the land is a child.
Clean him up.
Grow big fruits.
Autumn rain fled to the earth with wheat.
Pieces of pale green malt.
Like green tulle
Gradually become my father's student.
The hope of paving the way
Happy father's day poem 5 father's day reverie
Text/grassland gale
I have lived a childhood dream.
You can vaguely smell the refreshing fragrance of the soil.
It was accompanied by the creaking growth and jointing sound of rice seedlings.
Then who is sobbing?
Who left him in the dark?
He raised his face in horror.
It's full of tears and snot.
Years later
On a bumper harvest afternoon
Full ears of rice lie in the sun, shining with attractive Phnom Penh.
It is your hard work.
And traces of farming
In your struggling world
I still remember your firm footsteps.
Once confused
Smells of love and pain.
Smash us to pieces
During the long sewing time
I stumbled along.
You're still answering the phone.
The care that once suffocated me
I know
This is a gap that is difficult to cross.
I want to use my mature hands now
Fill up the sadness that once brought you.
Or, build a bridge that belongs to us.
Each other's hearts
Warm every cold winter