The March 19 all the fathers are celebrated. On this special day, let’s remember to send him special greetings. How? By sending him a tweet (maximum 140 characters) or an affectionate message or the most classic of poems, written on a beautiful colored sheet, or dedicated to him through a note on Facebook or even written on homemade cookies. Here are the most beautiful poems for the father’s Day.
We propose two long and demanding poems signed by two great Italian authors, Salvatore Quasimodo and Camillo Sbarbaro. Both celebrate filial love for the father, that of Quasimodo, in particular, is the memory of how the figure of the father, strong, serene and courageous, managed to drive away the fear during the terrible earthquake that shook Messina.
Father, if you weren’t mine too
father, even if you were a stranger to me,
for yourself, equally I would love you.
Because I remember a winter morning
that the first violates on the opposite
wall you discovered from your window
and you gave us the cheerful news.
Then the wooden ladder removed from the shoulder
you left the house and leaned it against the wall.
We little ones stood at the window.
And I remember that other time
that my sister, my little one,
through the house you pursued threatening.
(the stubborn one did I don’t know what)
But we reached her screaming loudly
from fear, your heart was missing:
that you saw you chasing yours
little daughter and, all frightened,
you staggering drew her to your chest
and with caresses in your arms
you enveloped as if to defend it
from that bad guy who was the you from before.
Father, if you weren’t mine too
father, even if you were a stranger to me,
among all men already so much
for your child’s heart I would love you.
by Camillo Sbarbaro
Where on the purple water
it was Messina, between broken threads
and rubble you go along tracks
and trade with your rooster cap
islander. The earthquake simmers
it has been December of hurricanes for two days
and poisoned sea. Our nights fall
in freight wagons and we infant cattle
we count dusty dreams with the dead
smashed by the irons, biting almonds
and garland-dried apples. Science
of pain he put truth and blades
in the lowland games of malaria
yellow and tertian swollen with mud.
sad, delicate, it stole our fear,
it was a lesson of days united with death
betrayed, to the contempt of thieves
caught in the wreckage and executed in the dark
from the shooting of the landings, one account
of low numbers that came back right
concentric, a balance of future life.
Your sun cap went up and down
in the little space they have always given you.
Even to me they measured everything,
and I brought your name
a little beyond hatred and envy.
That red of your head was a miter,
a crown with eagle wings.
And now in the eagle of your ninety years
I wanted to talk to you, with your signals
departure colored by the lantern
nocturnal, and here by a wheel
imperfect of the world,
on a full of closed walls,
away from the jasmine of Arabia
where are you still, to tell you
what I could not once – difficult affinity
of thoughts – to tell you, and they don’t just listen to us
cicadas of the biviere, mastic agaves,
as the steward says to his master:
“Kiss them hands”. This, nothing else.
Darkly strong is life.
by Salvatore Quasimodo
Children, even the smallest ones, love to sing or listen to the musicality of rhyming words, verses that celebrate love and great human feelings. So here are some poems to read to children dedicated to the father, and older children will be able to learn them by heart.
Dad give me your hand
big and strong I feel with you
you look at me and say softly
I am happy if you are with me.
If you take me on your shoulders
I feel like a tribal chief.
If you hold me tight to your heart
my dearest friend is you.
On the street people smile at us
and looks at us why
think you are my giant
but I am your king.
Dear dad, on your party day
I want to tell you what’s in my head,
what’s in my heart
when you look at me with love.
Every day you hug me and protect me,
with care you help me and celebrate me,
you are patient, sweet and generous,
you make me feel strong and brave.
When I was little you used to make me fly,
today the fears you make me overcome.
Together with you I feel safe,
dear dad, you are my treasure!
I love you, keep that in mind:
hold me to my heart, cuddle me tenderly!
by Anna Costanzo
The closer to Father’s Day, the more children with their teachers prepare original jobs for Father’s Day and memorize a poem that they can recite in front of their father on St. Joseph’s Day. Here is a selection of poems, short or more demanding, which the teachers can bring to class and read to the children.
Today I read in the newspaper
in large letters:
“It’s Father’s Day!”
Happy birthday in quantity!
Saint Joseph old watercolor
what do you have in the basket?
– Fresh grass, fresh violets
nests, birds and happy sun!
In the smallest corner
I have a little bow of snow,
a saucer of pancakes
and then many beautiful things!
As he arrives primareva
I sing to everyone a prayer,
the prayer of love
to Jesus our Lord
To the distant father
Dear little bird that you go flying,
my father you will certainly see.
Tell him his baby is so good,
and that often sends him a nice kiss.
Tell him that he loves him and that he is waiting for him!
Fly, little bird, fly, fly fast!
A. Cuman Pertile
It is such a beautiful day
the press, the TV
And I who am little
I have so much joy in my heart
And my every word is a flower petal.
Dad I love you,
we always stay together,
the most sincere wishes
they speak of peace and happiness.
Accept these wishes
Keep them in your heart,
and I will be for you
a fragrant flower.
I hold you tight to the heart,
I hug you with love,
from today I will be better
I promise you.
Happy Father’s Day.
To my dad a kiss,
a flower to my Dad
who speaks and says that
His dad happy.
Short useful phrases to write an SMS, a short message on the chat or to send your wishes for Father’s Day with a simple tweet. Famous phrases, by famous authors who celebrate the unique bond that exists between a son and his father.
“March 19 is very important to us, because it is the feast of the man who love you most of all”
“To our dad, knowing that we will never be able to reciprocate enough all the affection you have given us”
“To my dad, who made me come into the world with my mother, makes me grow, talks to me, teaches me many things, pampers me as no one would know how to do”
“To my wonderful dad: simply by being yourself you showed me the best way to be”
“Son, brother, father, lover, friend: there is room in the heart for all affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.” Victor Hugo
“Anyone who doesn’t have a good father should get one.” Friedrich Nietzsche
“A man realizes he’s getting old when he starts to look like his father.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“One night a father heard his son praying in his room: Lord, make me strong like my dad. Later that same night, the father prayed: God, let me be the kind of man my son he expects. “
“He didn’t tell me how to live: he just lived and let me observe him.” Clarence Budington Kelland
“Poor men sometimes leave their most precious inheritance to their children.” Ruth E. Renkel
“Becoming a dad is a lot easier than being a dad.” Kent Nerburn
“A man can be a father but it takes someone special to be a father.”
“When a father gives to a son they both laugh; when a son gives to a father they both cry.” William Shakespeare
A perfect Daddy you know immediately from his ability, once married and father, to maintain relationships with his old friends who are not married and not fathers. Aldo Busi, Handbook of the perfect Dad
Do you know what bad fathers are? Those who have forgotten the mistakes of their youth. Denis Didero
Fathers must neither see nor hear. This is the only true basis of family life. Oscar Wilde
Neapolitan is a real language. The language of love, with a musicality and a history that has its roots over the centuries. Many Neapolitan authors have told about love, emotions and feelings like no one has ever been more successful. For this we propose a poem by Eduardo De Filippo dedicated to his father (o’pate).
For all life st’Omme is close to you,
and you, hardly, realize that he is there,
p’e daughters do ‘and everything, and nun se boast,
and suffers straight away without ever speaking.
And like St. Joseph, silent and dumb,
embraces’ cross and fa ‘o vulere’ and God:
fatigue, pray and remain shattered,
and when chiagne … chiagne,
t ” I say!
Yes, he still takes pain,
‘or himself, p’a effort, goes out’ in the morning;
p ” a family, is a martyr of love,
to the office, shop or workshop.
Te vò bene et ” or he almost says maje,
praise you, si nun staje present;
you vase ‘nfronte quanno a durmi’ staje;
pe ‘na caress, really enjoys.
Yes it calls you, o ‘ffa pè true love;
pè gives you joy, suffers all ‘ppene;
and every ghiuorno if it consumes’ o core,
pecchè is pate, is old i is piccerillo.
Greet him how many jesci and how many yolks,
and give her a few strokes’ na caress:
you realize ampressa ca you turn actuorne,
suspiruso and make you tenderness.
‘Oh well that does’ o pate l’annasconne,
pecchè ommo … and ll’omme accussì ago:
quanne ‘o son if sceta’ a dint ” o suonne,
quanno marries and introduces Dad.
Eduardo de Filippo