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this is about my kids every time they leve to see there mother
That is dedicated to my 5 years old daughter Anna-Gabriella
Memories of Alaska Hot hot hot nights! When he's hot 4 u U r hot 4 him never take it for granted U may never replace him Pretty hard to give that up Rachael_0622
Despondent, she creaks to and fro, to and fro, upon the porch, her bony hands stroking the tomcat curled in sleep on her lap. Hours it's been since he left. Stealing under the branches, dark with bats, rowing across the river, its c
Wrote this for my cousin who lost her young daughter Sarah aged 5. She loved the dawn and could always see the hope in everything around her. I was always the pessimist (something that seems to come with age) and she the optimist. The brightest lights shine for the shortest time and her influence on me means that now my glass is always half full.
I came from a broken home and was thrown from pillar to post. I would stay with an aunt and uncle for a time. Then with a lady-friend of my dad's. But the best time of my life growing up was when I got to stay with my grandparents. The part about the tomato is true. My grandpa would sometimes take a salt shaker with him in his shirt pocket when he went out to tend the garded. He'd pick a tomato, lick it and then sprinkle salt on it and eat it. Well, "monkey see, monkey do"! One day he went to the garden and I followed. I started eating cherry tomatoes. He noticed and said, "Hey! Stop eating the tomatoes". I replied "But, you eat them all the time!" And Grandpa said "You just wait for supper". So, I still had one cherry tomato left in my hand. And, he made me angry with his one-way business,so, I hauled off and threw that tomato at him whilst he was bent over. The tomato just missed hitting him in the head by an inch or so. I got so scared at the thought of what would have happened had I connected, that I almost peed my britches.
I Wrote This Poem Way Back In 1992, Just For My Loving Mother Who Was Always Near When She Was Needed Most, And Even Now When I Need Her Most, And I Am Feeling Sad Or Blue I Just Need To Pick Up The Phone, And Give Her A Call She Always Knows Just The Right Thing To Say To Bring A Smile Back And Help The Sadness Go Away!
My daddy you are gone
This is a deeply personal piece. It is whimsical, and at times silly in it's words, but purposeful. Hidden within its words are moments, places, and dreams once shared with someone special. Even the dedication has a special code. If the person for whom it was written should find it here she would surely recognize it. I have often thought of producing a line of teddy bears based upon the poem and including a bound copy with each bear.
Mom % daddy
i met my father for the first time in twenty years. unfortunately i couldnt connect with him as he held judgements on me from family members from years ago. wont stop me trying to establish a relationship with him tho
My baby girl is now 15 yrs old.
Second Opinion No curse can haunt an undecided man the more than what he knows in his simple mind, for sure. When told of a diagnosis in his uneducated ear he lives in his head with a self indulgent fear. Squandering his existence with no dail
She gazes at me with those ocean eyes. I feel the total purity of her love. As I send a prayer of thanks up to the skies I know that she's an angel from above. Torn apart so many years ago we are making up for that time lost. Now if there's o
On one of those days, you tend to cruise Doing chores, just the ones you choose Stress not a factor, taking your time At one with the universe, all is fine Trying to keep warm, though outside The scene is still, no nature rides On a breeze, t
Have you considered, perhaps, not only whom you place your faith in, but who might place their faith in you?
To A Critic When a critic read my writing his retort was somewhat dry. “Why thirty years of waiting before you made your try?” His comment made me wonder can I really be too old? Will history go asunder
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A couple that has grown with each other and is now looking towards the future the woman tells her lover how much she'd like to start a family by having a baby.
It's about a woman and her cold relationship with her mother. It's sad and true. It is.
Daddy x Daddy . Daddy.. the hero each girly knows...... Her knight in shining armour.. To fight her demons s And her woes... Hold my hand dear daddy.. While I nurture and grow... Wipe my eyes dry dear daddy.. Of every tear to flow
A Poet’s Personal Prayer I pray that all suffering comes to an end regardless of where those in pain live, to God in prayer my sincere words I send to all in distress my sympathy I give. I pray that all wrongdoers get caught and are g
My fat lil tater just be-boppin along the day you were born you gave my heart a new song the words that I feel new love and joy as I stare in amazement at my newest baby boy you are so unique your one of a kind walking and talking now i'm
Thinking of someone who was strong when she was being lied about.
Thank you... for giving me life and making it worth living for offering friendship that unfeigned and everlasting Thank you... for bearing with me throught thick and thin for staying right beside me throught every pain Thank
My daughter will be born in august can't wait.
For the joy that my kids gave to me.
Dedicated to all 6 of them, my reason for living...
to engage or not to engage is a personal choice...
Again I am raging, I am in such a state by your soul that every bond you bind, I break, by your soul. I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul. My joy is of your doing, my
this poem comes from the chinese tv series Romance of the Three Kingdoms. the poem was writen by Cao Zhi brother to Cao Pi. when Cao Pi took over as heir after Cao Cao passed away, Cao Zhi was under arrest by his brother Cao Pi. for not showing up for their fathers' funeral. so Cao Zhi was asked to take 7 steps and develop a poem by the time he stepped the 7th step. or he would be punished by marshal law. I enjoy this poem alot and it really has meaning and depth.
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Written for my "little" brother for Christmas, 2004.
You are the oldest I've watched you grow don't know how things will turn out but I want you to know I tried to be a good father and treat you as my own to love you always and give you a good home things will be different now not sure how it
ALWAYS TELL THE ONES THAT YOU LOVE HOW YOU FEEL WORDS NEVER SPOKEN CAN NEVER BE TOLD
The first line says it all
You were my second but I love you no lesser love comes in many sizes you are a beautiful little vessel listen to your big brothers they will keep you safe you watch over fat tater and kiss his little face not many things I miss in this world
what I was taught about my Irish pride growing up in So.Boston
from those around.... ihear aCry.... a mouthful sob.... a hopeless sigh.... I hear their footsteps leaving slow, And then i know my soul must FLY A chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe, And then ,
It is about this weekend and the lives with her family and friends
watching you get ready nervousness has come over you as it is your last game. You are the quarterback for the team. You are anxious to see just how good you can or would be. The team has become your friends acting almost as close as a famil
I'm so proud of my grandaught.
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