Best Daughter Poems

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
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And if it snowed and snow covered the drive
he took a spade and tossed it to one side.
And always tucked his daughter up at night
And slippered her the one time that she lied.
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You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
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My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
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All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
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What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the
night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol
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Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
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A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry! ''-
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Sleep, darling
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is
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Preludium

The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
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If the year is meditating a suitable gift,
I should like it to be the attitude
of my great- great- grandmother,
legendary devotee of the arts,
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Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
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A daughter is beauty at its finest.
Heart of an angel, soul so pure, and sweet.
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Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
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She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.
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To say that she came into me,
from another world, is not true.
Nothing comes into the universe
and nothing leaves it.
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All are not taken; there are left behind
Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:
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Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
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We live from day to day to day
and we play and we play and we play
we always have and we think we always will
yes there is a brain cell that knows that end it will
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(This is a small poem written years back for my daughter, when she was still a kid.)

'Why Sunday? '
My daughter asked.
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Be it no more than just a glass of water,
A walking-stick alive rendered by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none far too hotter;
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She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
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I bought a dishmop--
having no daughter--
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
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Oh Mother
I am
That daughter of yours
Who you see
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The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the
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young women, old women
in their heart
despite the years
the yearning to be beautiful
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They are two smart ladies, in a cafe, drinking tea,
Both chattering away so fast, and so very merrily,
They have obviously, to my mind, been friends for many years,
One of them is talking, the other one, she hears,
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In a poem, one line may hide another line,
As at a crossing, one train may hide another train.
That is, if you are waiting to cross
The tracks, wait to do it for one moment at
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We lie
Looking
In each other's eyes,
As sleep eludes them.
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The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.

He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
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If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
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St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast,
The water-pots poured wine in such amount
That by his sober count
There were a hundred gallons at the least.
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In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
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In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.
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It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wint'ry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.
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I have found a guru in Raidas, he has

given me the pill of knowledge.
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The sun rises in south east corner of things
To look on the tall house of the Shin
For they have a daughter named Rafu,
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Daughter of Heav'n, relentless pow'r,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,
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It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly,
trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his words
sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself.
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I reflected in one of my poem
“O, mother you are one and no other”
Let whole world go mad but you never bother
We find no parallel as
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The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels
With her meagre pale demoralized daughter.
Once when I passed I found her alone, laughing in the sun
And saying that when she was first married
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Glory to you, inescapable pain!
The gray-eyed king died yesterday.
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WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade
The hand of Death, and your dear daughter
laid
In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,
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Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,

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'Oh, Jesus, ” I am at your door steps and accept my prayers “small girl lit candles in the church and just cried while looking at the cross of lord.” How much you have suffered for mankind” she murmured and stared at the glittering eyes of Christ. She was at the highest peak of happiness and knell down to have more blessings from Him.

The little child never knew what was in store for her. A little noise from near by just detracted her attention from Christ and she found some one was pouring kerosene on her head. She was completely shocked and soon found to be wet in kerosene. She only saw flash from match stick and found burring in flames. She found Christ just extending his hand. Soon she was in flames and crashing on the ground.” help, help' came the groaning voice from little child and all the children from orphanage made a frantic cry for help. The child was rushed to hospital with unconscious state of mind with no hope of survival.
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In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who
walked in their sleep.
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My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.

And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
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STERN Daughter of the Voice of God!
O Duty! if that name thou love,
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring and reprove;
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1992

1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea.
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It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear:
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((In the Greek mythology, Adonis, the handsome youth loved by both Aphrodite and Persephone. Both are daughter of deity Zeus. In modern parlance the name ‘Adonis’ is frequently used as an allusion to an extremely attractive youthful male. I have equipped/ instrumentated here just the names ‘Adonis’ ‘Aphrodite’ ‘Persephone’ and a moth.))

APHRODITE >
Hey, what you intend to do!
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.
she parked her blue truck in the driveway
right where I parked my truck many years ago
she stepped out of the truck and headed for the porch
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The poor
The homeless
The mother
The father
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It seems that will never pass
The precious life we have
It seems that will never fade
The memories kept in mind
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The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
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Sleep, darling
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is
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Grandfather, Grandfather,
what do pandas say?
Grandfather, Grandfather,
as among the rocks they roll
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HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
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Here is a doll for you, terrorist
Bloodstained
Which was fondled by my daughter
While she was exploded by the bomb
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Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.
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I could not tell I had jumped off that bus,
that bus in motion, with my child in my arms,
because I did not know it. I believed my own story:
I had fallen, or the bus had started up
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(ACROSTIC)

Crown of her, young Vancouver; crest of her, old Quebec;
Atlantic and far Pacific sweeping her, keel to deck.
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When all the things I touch should die,
I always look upon the sky.

For it holds clouds of wonder, of bliss,
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Is a Warm Embrace,
Or a Quick Hug
A Glowing Smile, and Your Wit and Wisdom...
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The eldest son bestrides him,
And the pretty daughter rides him,
And I meet him oft o' mornings on the Course;
And there kindles in my bosom
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On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,
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When she was young
she loved to lay in wide open spaces,
intently gazing far away into the sky.
With a divinely silent patience
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GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess,
Thirteen summers, or something less;
Girlish bust, but womanly air;
Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair;
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Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire drunken we are ent’ring
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THE old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,
Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;
Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,
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O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home
We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;
And in the country, still conjoined by fate,
Behold our villas standing gate by gate),
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I spent yesterday weeping.
I have not cried very often in my life.
I did yesterday...
Watching our terrified children run from a school building that had been splattered with blood and fear and bodies- -
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Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon
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I keep collecting books I know
I'll never, never read;
My wife and daughter tell me so,
And yet I never head.
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Too soon you wearied of our tears.
And then you danced with spangled feet,
Leading Belshazzar's chattering court
A-tinkling through the shadowy street.
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Having a new friend in our
land,
To her, we extend our hand.
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You call me
courageous,
I who grew up
gnawing on books,
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Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read
Beneath the innocence of morning flesh
Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed.
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Yes, pretty soon now they’ll be at your door.
They’ve orders and a warrant after all.
It doesn’t matter. You’ll be on the floor,
your wife and children having watched you fall.
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Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all
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Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!
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IF I should ever by chance grow rich
I'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,
And let them all to my eldest daughter.
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I have a daughter,
Claïs fair,
Poised like a golden flower in the air,
Lydian treasures her limbs outshine
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Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick
Isn’t here any more.
All done with seeing her fat little form
Burst out of the basement door;
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AUSONIUS.

Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor,
Ignotamque oculis solicitare manu?
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At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice,
or a fleck of her mother's red nail polish that had flaked off
when she'd patted her daughter to sleep the night before.
But as she scrubbed, Snow felt a bump, something festering
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Inspired by poem of Daniel Brick'—‘'Du Fu Visits Anne Yun''

Your visit to Anne Yun
So special
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Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
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WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost,
He sent his son to search on ev'ry coast;
And sternly bid him to his arms restore
The darling maid, or see his face no more,
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Today a daughter and a princess
Tomorrow a mother or a mistress

Up! Up! Up! Women
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What should I be but a prophet and a liar,
Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?
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Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denver's wife bowed down her head -- her daughter's grief was wild,
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Let us celebrate women's day in peace
With a sweet sense of freedom,
With positive thoughts and words,
To be able to live with joy of liberation!
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Krishna said, 'O fair beauty, who are you?
Where do you live? Whose daughter are you?
I never yet saw you in the lanes of Braj.'
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there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
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This rich Marble doth enterr
The honour'd Wife of Winchester,
A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir,
Besides what her vertues fair
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I am no daughter of

a rich Trump,
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My daughter came home crying, so hard she couldn’t speak,
I tried my best to calm her, wiping the tears from her cheek,
What is it my dear that’s upset you, Why are you crying so?
“Oh mummy, its too awful, you wouldn’t want to know”.
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One of a kind this cheerful sound
A child's laughter wherever it's found
From the giggling of a baby in a playpen
To the laughter of a toddler again and again
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