My dad died...i need a good poem for him?

Question

i wanna put a poem on mymyspace page

so i want a good poem for him

Answer 1

You really can't go wrong with Dylan Thomas on this unless you want something more modern...

Also try this

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it's from a fathers point of view.

"Do not go gentle into that good night "



Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be g*y,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 2

It is all about change. He has passed on to a new dimension. We tend to always have a problem with death.

THE PASSAGE           By Elsue

Tomorrow has not even come

But soon it will be gone

Every day that we awake

Is to rise to a new dawn

And every single reality given

Simply moves perpetually on

To every defined assurance

Is a certain inherent doubt

As due north around the globe

Might lead directly to south

And the only absolute certainty

Is ascribed to constant change

The order remains the same

And nothing else is strange

Even if you stop in space

The sun passes on

And the moon takes place

Till it too is gone

And another night comes

Ruled by the brightest star

Change is never very far

Days can never be enough

To fulfill exuberant youth

Neither is time available

To discover every truth

A futile fantasy of forever

Is a short term indefinite number

Smoke that rises on wind blow away

Just as of night and same for day

Because the bubble floats on air

For a short span of time

And it fills us with a sense

Of all that is sublime

But one premature prick

And too soon the joys burst

There is no limit to change

In this awesome universe

Not every ship at sea

Will make the passage safely

So too is our precious life

And man’s fragile mortality

Answer 3

memories make a person unforgetable

people make the memories

forever in my heart

a memory of you

-E.D Sivad

Answer 4

For me my word meant a lot

For me my silence was my words

For him my silence was his joy

Even when he was the one who

Made it out, though most thought it

Nonsense

We grew apart

But close in our distance

Now that he is gone

And life is in a flow on its own

The pain of his parting away

Seeps in my soul

As if it is home grown