Most Commented Family Poems (502)

Anger

I look at you and cannot see
the light that used to shine from me
when I beheld the beauty of your grace.

The love that oozed from every pore
I laid so sweetly at your door
is gone when I behold your precious face.

I ache from every wretched bone
internalising when alone
my anger at your going from this place.

When severing all ties, you swore
my grandchildren I'll see no more,
now ire-filled I am lonely in disgrace.

Weeping young lady heard what she never wanted to hear
That dreaded "D" word
.....days passed.....

Then a promise made to her.

Sweetie we really had to divorce
I know it's been a lot of years
It'll be better this way in time
Tear'd eyes both, they sit.....

I'm going to make you a promise .....
I'll never just settle
I'll wait for that right person to come along.

I'm making this promise to you because.

To just settle....
Tears you cried that day
Would have been in vain.


As I hurt your heart for no reason.


~Bentlee~

We fought like cats and dogs as kids,
But made up as we grew.
Yet loved each other all along,
That, at least, we knew.

Though only three years older than,
She thought it made her boss.
But I did not take orders well,
And ev'ry line would cross.

She married young, and not so well,
Divorced then right away.
He used her to get papers so,
Stay in the USA.

Then tragedy struck later on,
Blood vessel in her brain.
Six months in a coma as,
Our mother prayed in vain.

Though over thirty years ago,
It still hurts to the bone.
A fighter to the end, you see,
Was my big sister, Joan.

Little would I know as I watched him grow, 
that my blue eyed son would be just like me.
The visions within his eye, his restraints to cry, 
determined to excel and live his life well.
Like my father's son, my youngest is the one, 
with actions of stealth serving others not self.
He's considerate, he's true, patriotic thru & thru, 
like feet properly shod, he's protected by God.
And my son is just like me!

At the age of 11 my son sent from heaven, 
by the One I extol took him in full control.
My time to preach and my years to teach, 
like summer's cool swim came to a difficult end.
He was moved far away from me to stay, 
as my unhappy wife sought out a brighter life. 
Five long years of silent fallen tears, 
before my 16 year old, my arms would hold.
And my son is just like me!

Now at 18 he's back and our lives are on track, 
and my son and his dad are both so glad.
He's a man to the core my college Sophomore, 
and a prouder than me Dad could never be had.
Now it's up to 'US' in love and trust,
to keep ties strong through right or wrong.
The exciting years ahead, to him I've said, 
could be our very best, if trusted to God to bless.

"And my son is just like me!"

I am the wind that lifts you up
So you might soar aloft
Spread your wings my love and rise
And be the best you can

I'll be there should you fall
To take away the pain
Wipe your tears, lift you up
And let you soar again

On a frosty Winter's evening,
In a haunting moonlight glare,
I remembered perished loved ones,
With a solemn silent prayer.

There the flickers of the firelight,
Cast live shadows on the gloom,
Like the ghosts of souls departed,
Came alive within the room.

I could sence parental spirits,
Place their marble hands in mine,
As they coaxed me from the armchair,
Up to waltz with them entwined.

Yet although their steps were silent,
And they spoke with soundless air,
Their warm aura was a blessing,
Of which I was unaware.

For their lives on earth weren't easy,
In those woeful days of yore,
Yet together lived contented,
Through the suffering they bore.

Hope and gratitude they gifted,
All my worries were benign,
As the two kind hearted spectres,
Soon returned to the divine.

With the dying of the embers,
Came our parting bittersweet,
As the fading of the shadows,
Were their spirits in retreat

They bestowed a saintly message,
Scribed in smoke upon the wall,
" Always pray for fallen angels,
And no harm shall you befall."

Now it's lonesome by the fireside,
On the floor.. a teardrop stain,
And I pray my kindred guardians,
Will return to dance again.

body in the grip of tearing pain,
Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

You slide out and the pain is gone,
A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
Inside me.

You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
My gift.

She sits alone in her own little home
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
There are photos on the wall that she can recall
All the wonderful memories they do bring
There’s a teapot on the table with a cosy named mable
With a plate of homemade cookies to the side
There’s a warmth in this home and even though she’s alone
She has no reason to hide
There’s a hairy old cat that she loves to have a chat
Keeps her company through and through
But it’s the ring of the bell she knows to well
That will lift her spirits new…….

The little boy looked to his father,
"Daddy - what are these things for?"
"Those belong to your big brother,
now go put them behind his door!"

The little boy came again to his Daddy,
"So then where did these come from?"
"Now son, just be a good little laddie,
and go put those back on his drum!"

Face fully fallen, in obedience he's gone,
feet dragging through his fallen tears.
A silent whisper... "I wish I had mom!",
"cause mom, my questions always hears!"

Later that day after a few hours of play,
he came to his Daddy's knees again.
"Daddy, there's something I need you to say,
that mom used to say that made me grin."

"What was that from your mother you heard,
that you once again long to hear right now?"
Are you talking about any particular word,
or 'words' that I should say - and just how?"

The little boy didn't know just how to reply,
as grown up language for him was complex.
He just knew that his heart wanted to cry,
and his mothers words always make it relax.

He pondered his father's question with pain,
as he was searching for only a word or two.
And suddenly he looked at his daddy again,
"I know!" - "I need to hear "Son, I love you!"

No empty void or hollow place to fill,
light filling,seeping from within,
my grateful heart's,yield,grown,
absorb my love,rise and bloom.