I can discuss the first two works and their biblical overlaps in this response.
Shakespeare's Hamlet, the poem "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden, and "My Papa's Waltz" by Theodore Roethke all have complicated, problematic, and distant relationships between father and son.
Let's look at the Hayden poem first in regard to Hamlet. On the surface, there is not too much these characters share. The speaker of Hayden's poem is clearly in the lower social class:
Sundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.When the rooms were warm, he’d call,and slowly I would rise and dress,fearing the chronic angers of that house.
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there; (1.5)