Most Commented Family Poems (502)

A child walked towards home with shaky feet
She hide her tears behind a weak smile
She wished the past year she could delete
Oh, how she wished she was not lost for awhile

A mother looked through her kitchen window
Saw her daughter whom she had thought lost forever
Walked towards home keeping in the shadows
"Lost for while," she thought, "but now home to mother"

A father looks up as the front door opened suddenly
He sees a child lost for a while home at last
He looks at her face sternly and sullenly
But his resolve dissolved oh so fast

Together again at last this family knows
They have just began to mend the fences of fears
The have to forgive and forget a year of woes
And learn how to live through past pain and tears

Here I stand, holding steady but leaning perilously close to falling forward into the mess.

Looking around me I see the cigarettes my father has smoked these 30 odd years since he began.

I can smell them and feel the need to vomit but nothing comes up

As a kid my father couldn`t die, couldn`t age, and couldn`t be hurt. He was like an immortal Greek God.

Now that he`s fighting to be somebody in a world that dislikes the unique, talented, artistically inclined people, his tears tell me something different.

My father is human.

And he can hurt.

He has aged.

And I don`t know whether he can trust himself
All these years of promises..."I`ll quit."

Maybe he isn`t as strong a person as I thought.

I`ll have to keep from falling for us both.

All I've wanted is for us to get on,

Now i feel itsbecase of me you've gone.

You are my sister and i just wanna talk,

Its not my fault i had to walk.


I had to walk away from our family,

But i am here to help and talk if you need me.

Sister i'm sorry you were stuck in the middle,

So now i say my apology within a Riddle.


Thinking about some of th things i've said and done to you,

I want you to know i'm sorry for all them things too.

These last few months for me have been a complete brain twister,

I alway end up thinking ' but she's ya sister.'
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Left alone at young age a boy on his own chasing the ghost of the father he had never known the face in the mirror the only image he was ever shown he had to become a man on his own learn things he had never been shown he was thrown head first into the unknown he had to stand strong there was no one to teach him right from wrong the road was so long but through it all he held on he spent everyday trying to be the man he wanted to see while you were runinng chasing your dream a different city every night man you were free never thought once of the child you had concieved meanwhile he believed one day you would find your way to him say things only you could say to him and you just drank away killing the words before you ever made them till one day you remembered what you ran from and you had to see the face of your only son your time on the road finally done you longed to return to where you came from you were finally ready to raise the boy you had abandoned but when you arrived you were shocked to find the boy you came to see had become the man you never could be.

All for the love of grandparents,
I'd give up my latter days,
and go back to the time that once was so fine,
eating supper on T.V. trays.

Always in the way when Grandpa was gardening,
I was really just trying to assist.
He never knew it, but, I once threw a tomato
at him and it's a good thing I missed.

Grandma's the best cook that I've ever known.
Her Thanksgiving meals were a shocker.
I used to wonder if, out of disguise,
she might really be Betty Crocker.

The spanknigs I got never seemed to hurt long,
for I knew their love was still there.
My grandparents are living tributes
to grandparents everywhere.

I could go on writing about them for years,
finding nothing but good to say.
But, these few verses should help you to grasp
the message I'm trying to convey.

My grandparents are the greatest.
And, in my book, none can compete.
For they are the grandest grandparents
you'd ever chance to meet.

You sit and wait, wait and walk, nothing happens no nothing at all. When is the time going to come, what will it be like? Other's they know and can't seem to explain it in the way that I can understand. Words sputter out of their mouths but to my ears, it seems to be heard yet there is no understanding of what they are expressing and this may be from having yet to experience what they have endured. One thing they all say that brings me comfort is that when you give birth you are never the same but it is in a very good way that you are for-ever changed.
Your body becomes a vessel for another human being, another life is actually growing inside of my body, this I say is totally amazing. One thing us women have over men, is the transforming of our bodies into a life giving instrument for a baby, a gift from God it truly is and we are strengthened in ways of unbelief to endure pain, and at the same time we are recieving a beatiful expression of love.
Once a woman now a mother, the journey has begun and what a ride it will be for the rest of my life, and I can hardly wait. With joy in my heart, love all around me, I am ready for the transformation to begin that will have many ups and downs, but that's alright for now I am a Mother and ready, set, and go.

Once in a lifetime
There comes a man like you
Who bears a son much like yourself
And I know it’s hard for you to believe
That he’s grown into a man
But father, I sincerely understand
And I have always remembered
That once, every night of my existence
To thank my lucky stars
That you’ve given me the strength
To be a better man
By providing a guiding light
With your wisdom
Your encouragement
Your love
But there comes a time
In our evolution through life
When a father and a son, can no longer be as one
And it took me so long to recover
From the pain of having denied the love
I once so dearly relied upon
It takes more than time to discover
That for both the young and old
Truth is sometimes cold but right
This is my life and I will always hold my own
Even when it means hurting us both
But all the wrongs became the rights
When we stopped to wonder “how”
By looking inside our hearts
With humble honesty
To discover what has been kept hidden
And accept the truths
That have been avoided
By the ignorance of stubborn pride
And yes, my dear father
Look at us … We are better friends now

ah to feel a hold of a love,

how long ago this may be..


She died so so long ago,

haste not to date sence,

or let i get hurt by death of two.

Ah to feel a hold of a love,

would be lovely,

would be awsome,

but, must i take a risk?

Must i loose yet another child,

and possible wife?


Ah there in deed lies the quetion,

in my life...

I still recall your warm embrace,
the hugs and kisses, the tenderness.
You brought me here, I didn't asked.
You raised me for a while, now you disappear.

I'm puzzled why, you never been honest.
You both created the mess, now I'm taking the consequence.
I thought you love me, it's just for lips?
Now you are both free, what about me?

My eyes shed as I wrote this piece,
Don't know how I say, but I know how I feel.
One day when you miss me the way it used to be,
Hope time will bring us back and together we stay.

Still hoping for a perfect life,
another chance for me to understand.
The why, what and how are all still buried in me.
Once happy, now facing the world alone each day.

I still love you both,
and how I wish this season of love and happiness,
I can hear even just your voice, I know It won't.
For dad and mom, I truly miss you most!

I was hiding my tears,
i didn't want her to see
and cry my tears with me.
I want her smile
to bloom on her lips
and stars to sparkle
in her her eyes.
Its hard but will be fine.
I will handle it again
one more time.
She is my little girl
with an angel`s soul
she is my whole life
and my reason to survive.