Most Commented Family Poems (502)

Mother,
your boy is crying
alone in the darkness,
his tears run fast and hard.
How sad his expression,
emptied,
isolated,
powerless.

Father,
your son falters
from shame,
the game you both played
had no winners.
Rules were unfair,
short on sympathy
and high with anger.

Sister,
your brother regrets
the guilt of fights,
no light in our relationship,
no one talks,
only mocks.
We live light years apart.

Wait for me I'm coming
My journey has been long
My veins hold the key
To the word and the song
Time is but an avenue
I must endure the path
As I look ahead I see me
Relishing in music's bath

Don't worry I am fine
Guiding hands have loved me
I've walked a straight line
There is no reason to betray
There is no reason to belie
Don't worry I am fine
Guiding hands have loved me
I've walked a straight line

Blooming as a flower
The season is just right
My eyes are wide open
There are many on this flight
My confidence is high
My respect at it's best
I'll rub shoulders with them all
And let the music do the rest.........

He lay there, small, fading away,
sleeping almost all day,
eat a little liked a baby on the crib,
called upon the pain, He muttered.

Mute with tears, I simply squeezed his hand
as those familiar eyes intently gazing at me spoke fast-forward volumes
of his immeasurable losses
loneliness, regret,
sorrow, helplessness
illness, frustration, estrangement,
and pain-
pain so profound, it burned my eyes to see my father's frustration.

Though already beyond the hideous battle
he'd let it have its way,
he didn't want to cease to be.
He'd suffered the disdain of illness, being an affront to pain.

I saw it all in his wordless messages.
The 'unknowing from the one I loved',
the complex, multi-layered 'had to have been there, the 'walk a few thousand miles we walked', 'please help me to be remembered our happy memories, my Father where we can walk miles away until
dawn, and have coffee at the starbucks.

My Father, my flesh,
loyal,fragile,
Please stay with me, stay with us
and all your sorrows are mine and us,
do not left us behind,
keep the faith, be brave,
and fight for me.

Im so proud of you my love
Humbled by what you can create
Pleased by how you see the world
Immensely impressed by your kindness
Awed by your understanding and wisdom
Lifted by your courage and strength
In great admiration of your drive and energy to have a better life

Your endless and selfless generosity towards others
Family or strangers

I'm simply blessed as your mother


Your commitment to grow and change

And on and on

I am around you always
learning more as a student of life because of you.

You are the epitome of humility yet acceptance that adversity creates a strong character to be good in many ways.

We are blessed, your brother and sisters, your dad, and everyone around you

Specially your one and only son, my Jaxon Jaymes, I am truly humbled.

I love you

Always,

Old man I see you there
Looking out with your ambitious stare
Wondering if you would like to share
A word or two if you may spare

What brings you here upon this view
His response quick witted as if on cue
I'm watching my son and his sons too
Play in the ocean as I still do

Ahh a surfer I see with anticipated glee
As I begin to unravel his history
A kayak his choice of toy to be
Not bad since he was near seventy

Grew up here in this coastal town
Watched the changes all around
How structures moved the sand up and down
And rock walls grow where banks were once found

I used to jump of the rocks in the early year
But it's all different his persona not to fear
It's still a beautiful place to endear
I come to refresh my mind and clear

Any pictures you may have of the past
The question struck a chord as I did ask
There is one I still have that will outlast
All others as if a spell it did cast

It was taken back in seventy four
With a mate of mine I used to adore
Sharing some weed through an open door
Of an old beat up ute and the ocean before

But his grandson limps up from the beach
Hobbling along with words out of reach
And just like that he redirects his speech
To learn the words his grandson will teach...........

LET US REPENT

in the silence of the night,
there's restlessness in my heart
years of suppressed emotions
suddenly surging like a cyclone
or perhaps like a massive earthquake
its force a Niner in the Richter scale
the whole world is shaken
destruction is beyond imagination
i never expected for this moment to come
a most trying and difficult times
covid 19, apocalypse, like the intensity of a storm
no one is spared, humanity is doomed
as a believer and so they say
this is just a part of a greater plan
it is to prelude a much complex design
to eliminate evil and sift mankind
ask ourselves then, are we in for the fight?
or are we just a collateral for the better side
will it be that as the end is in sight
so does the promise of a paradise?
I am not sure, I have the answer
yet deep in my heart, I can tell
the Lord is the Judge, He is the creator
rightfully so He is the sole Juror.
in the end it is written
He will prevail He will win
all He asked of us is:
repent never to sin again.

Amen

I see you every day
it's not important you see me
I'm the man who moors his boat
near your house beside the quay

your son is older than me
learning issues t'would appear
he follows you like gravity
like a worry follows fear

you never appear angry
in the face of nature's mirth
every day he walks beside you
every day a brand new shirt

you always seem to have a smile
as you fumble for your key
I'm humbled by your kindness
you must be north of sixty-three

I think about your life
as the water soaks the sands
you hold your son so tightly
an umbilical cord of hands

"who looks after you" I think
but there's steel around your home
a dignity past this modern place
a swan a'swim in chrome

Righteous, is to do the Right thing.
But, sometimes the right thing,
Can be a wrong, to another.
Oh, it's so complex to explains.

For the righteousness, I wish to convey,
Is a truely Christian path of life.
Doing the right thing,
In an unjustly, defiled world.

Yes. The righteous decision,
Can be a difficult time for family,
For, to live, one needs money.
But, to gain money in an unjustly way, is not a Righteous life's path.

The righteous man suffers,
He suffers. But, gains Glory.
The unrighteous, will never see the path,
And cannot ever go that narrow road.

The righteous man's path,
Though has many downs,
in the eyes of the World,
Has found the narrow road to Heaven.

Just be you
That's all you need to do
Step out of your hue
And just be you

Some will want to know
Some will want to go
Only you will grow
If you reap what you sew

Never worry what may be
Life's too short not too see
You are your own identity
Be proud of that don't flee

Don't bother with the past
Look ahead to outlast
All shadows that may be cast
Set your sail at full mast

Just be you
That's all you need to do
Step out of your hue
And just be you ............

Mum
Today is your 91st birthday
So we gathered to treat you,have some fun
To celebrate the years we have all been blessed
to have you as our Mum
Remembering...... .. the hard times,
The challenges you faced,
bringing us through the hungry years, as for us financial riches there were none
But we're family come rain or shine and inspite of the minimal material possessions
we all had each other's back
and love..........we clearly did not lack.
We love you mum for all you've done in raising your motley crew
And when the inevitable day comes that we sadly have to part
our lives will be lost without you.
But you will live on forever...dwelling
in our hearts.