Daughter Poems (For Boosting Their Self-Esteem)

Daughter poems are rich in admiration and encouragement so as to boost the esteem of daughters as well as portray the unquenchable love of parents.

Daughter Poems

It is a beautiful experience to have a cute little baby girl as your daughter. It is even more beautiful to watch her grow into an active, independent member of society.

The love and attention from parents heavily influence the development of every lady and daughter.

These daughter poems were specially compiled to help foster parent-daughter relationships.

1. Sonnet XXXIV – You Are The Daughter Of The Sea by Pablo Neruda

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.

Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;

your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;

you know the deep essence of water and the earth,

conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,

they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.

This is how you become everything that lives.

And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms

that push back the shadows so that you can rest–

vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

2. The Daughter Goes To Camp by Sharon Olds

In the taxi alone, home from the airport,

I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept

creeping over the smooth plastic

to find your strong meaty little hand and

squeeze it, find your narrow thigh in the

noble ribbing of the corduroy,

straight and regular as anything in nature, to

find the slack cool cheek of a

child in the heat of a summer morning—

nothing, nothing, waves of bawling

hitting me in hot flashes like some

change of life, some boiling wave

rising in me toward your body, toward

where it should have been on the seat, your

brow curved like a cereal bowl, your

eyes dark with massed crystals like the

magnified scales of a butterfly’s wing, the

delicate feelers of your limp hair,

floods of blood rising in my face as I

tried to reassemble the hot

gritty molecules in the car, to

make you appear like a holograph

on the back seat, pull you out of nothing

as I once did—but you were really gone,

the cab glossy as a slit caul out of

which you had slipped, the air glittering

electric with escape as it does in the room at a birth.

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3. Daughter by Gertrude Stein

Why is the world at peace.

This may astonish you a little but when you realise how

easily Mrs. Charles Bianco sells the work of American

painters to American millionaires you will recognize that

authorities are constrained to be relieved. Let me tell you a

story. A painter loved a woman. A musician did not sing.

A South African loved books. An American was a woman

and needed help. Are Americans the same as incubators.

But this is the rest of the story. He became an authority.

4. A Prayer For My Daughter by William Butler Yeats

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid

Under this cradle-hood and coverlid

My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle

But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill

Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.

Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;

And for an hour I have walked and prayed

Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour

And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,

And-under the arches of the bridge, and scream

In the elms above the flooded stream;

Imagining in excited reverie

That the future years had come,

Dancing to a frenzied drum,

Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

May she be granted beauty and yet not

Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,

Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,

Being made beautiful overmuch,

Consider beauty a sufficient end,

Lose natural kindness and maybe

The heart-revealing intimacy

That chooses right, and never find a friend.

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull

And later had much trouble from a fool,

While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,

Being fatherless could have her way

Yet chose a bandy-legged smith for man.

It’s certain that fine women eat

A crazy salad with their meat

Whereby the Horn of plenty is undone.

In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned

By those that are not entirely beautiful;

Yet many, that have played the fool

For beauty’s very self, has charm made wisc.

And many a poor man that has roved,

Loved and thought himself beloved,

From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

May she become a flourishing hidden tree

That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,

And have no business but dispensing round

Their magnanimities of sound,

Nor but in merriment begin a chase,

Nor but in merriment a quarrel.

O may she live like some green laurel

Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,

The sort of beauty that I have approved,

Prosper but little, has dried up of late,

Yet knows that to be choked with hate

May well be of all evil chances chief.

If there’s no hatred in a mind

Assault and battery of the wind

Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,

So let her think opinions are accursed.

Have I not seen the loveliest woman born

Out of the mouth of plenty’s horn,

Because of her opinionated mind

Barter that horn and every good

By quiet natures understood

For an old bellows full of angry wind?

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,

The soul recovers radical innocence

And learns at last that it is self-delighting,

Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,

And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;

She can, though every face should scowl

And every windy quarter howl

Or every bellows burst, be happy Still.

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house

Where all’s accustomed, ceremonious;

For arrogance and hatred are the wares

Peddled in the thoroughfares.

How but in custom and in ceremony

Are innocence and beauty born?

Ceremony’s a name for the rich horn,

And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

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5. My Daughter A Wingless Angel by Toni Kane

An angel sent from heaven For me
she left her wings –
I wonder if she knows how much joy to me she brings.
She illuminates all my days with her charm and smile –
She helps me gain perception on only things worthwhile.
Her flawless face, lights up a room she’s so gentle,
soft and sweet –

Delicate and delightful the nicest girl you’ll meet.
She tries her very best to always do what’s right –
Her caring gentle nature to watch is a delight.
When she sees someone suffering she goes straight to their aide –
She will do all she can to help that’s just how she was made.
She makes me proud in all she does so much happiness she brings
– She’s my Daughter
she’s my angel sent to earth,
without her wings.

6. My Girl by Toni Kan

She’s the air that I breathe

She’s the beat in my heart –

She’s the tear in my eyes when we’re apart.

She’s the pride that I feel with all she achieves –

I’m the one who gives hope in what she believes.

She’s a part of my body but now she’s all grown –

as she waves me goodbye to find a life of her own.

My beautiful girl you’ve grown up so fine –

You make me so proud to know that you’re mine.

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7. Daughter by Toni Kane

A Gift From The Gods

The first time that I saw you I could not believe –

How could this beautiful baby girl really belong to me.

I must of done something good for this child must certainly be –

An angel sent from the heavens are you sure she is for me?

So perfect in every way from her head down to her toes –

Perfect lips, flawless skin and a button, for a nose.

The joy throughout the years the good times and the bad –

Were, the best years of my life the best I’ve ever had.

Daughters are an amazing gift from God. They have the unique power to always brighten up everyone’s day. These poems have shown the uniqueness and individual strength each daughter has in her.

These daughter poems emphasize the relationship between daughters and their parents as well as promote cordiality and love between them. For the love of family, we hope you share this with your daughters and parents.

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Daughter Poems (For Boosting their Self-Esteem)