Most Commented Family Poems (502)

When the time came for me to
enter this world it was
your hands that were the
first to welcome me in

Over the year's it may
seem like we have drifted
apart from one another
but I know that our bond
still remains

Though it sadden's me that
I did not get to meet my grampa
I find relief in knowing
he live's on in not only
you but in me as well

There were never really many
words spoken between you and
me in the past but your love
for me was always presant

You have shown me so many
amazing things in life that
I will forever cherish and
never will forget

I thank you dad for being
there for me and giving
me the life that only
dreams are made of

two guys met way back and comprise
a duet of two, fondly able to show
true affection for other as a twin

these guys as you might surmise
are lifetime friends though
Younger's thick and Elder's thin

since Younger's days of undersize
Elder's maintained the status quo
that they weren't related kin

they sat for years as happy guys
on park bench, no desire to know
if their covering was familial skin

Younger seemed to scrutinize
his Elder from head to toe
to glimpse a deeper truth within

Elder's mind then thought it wise
for Younger's future peace, you know
to search old truth, their times begin

test the DNA facts that underlies
a connection beyond any John Doe
himself and Younger related within

result comes back the test supplies
that they're difference can forgo
no familial connection there had been

biologically different too often belies
the bonds that they themselves bestow
to each other as family though not kin

so they found themselves in the guise
of family unrelated, still family apropos
as blood or not, their faces all agrin

© Goode Guy 2011-07-26

Endless days and sleepless nights showed no relief at all
the memories and the bitter taste of the cup I drank of gall
The heartache came from a lonely heart and the tears on a childs face
Its ok kids she loves you still although I take her place
Sleep n my son Ime by your side till the bad dreams slip away
Crouched beside your bed I wake and greet another day

Three little flowers grow alone and yet they live with me
I tried so hard till my strength was gone, a mum and dad for three
Sorrow took the place of joy, smiles no longer there
Resentment took the place of love when they thought she didnt care
But though the ashes we grew close, and built our family ties
Yet the hurting never goes away, you can see it in there eyes

I love you mum I hear them say, as again they wave goodbye
And again my heart is torn in two, if one of them would cry
They act so big and shrug it off, and pretend that theres no lies
But they cant fool their dad because, he sees it in there eyes

A little girl of ten years old, engrossed in lifes affairs
She tried so hard to fill mums shoes and show us how she cares
A heavy load for one so small was her way of hanging on
She would stand by dad no matter what, and show him that shes strong
Yet her changing moods and angry shouts came as no surprise
Dad knew of her loneliness he saw it in her eyes

Life is like a changing tide theres always something new
No matter what our life may bring, weve got to see it thru
The years are rolling very fast and the memories die slow
Of the pain we felt the day she said, "Goodbye I have to go"
Yet life goes on and the hurt will ease and the kids will grow up wise
They will understand their kids by looking in there eyes

Every night I’d stand by my window and stare,
Wondering and hoping you’d be there.
It seems as if I’m lost in a distance without you,
Cause all of a sudden I’m cross, angry, miserable and blue.

Id love to feel your warm body and strong arms around me tight,
Or have you kiss me as we part for the night.
But I need to be brave and survive on my own,
Because where I am in my emotions, I’m not alone

I should make a little time for myself to breathe,
For that with you, it’s want, not need.
Please don’t get me wrong boys; I’m not talking about you
There you have it, that’s the hurting truth.

Its daddy I want!
It’s daddy I need!
Its daddy I’m longing for,
Being twelve, he’s the only man I truly adore.

FROM THE BOOK WALKS ON THE PRAIRIE
BY CHIEF REDELK IRONHORSE THOMAS



Down by the Oconoluftee
amid the wild flowers and rose,
lived the Cherokee people
where the honey suckle grows.
They lived in peace and harmony
where everyone got along,
taught and raised their children
to know right from wrong.
One day great thunder sound
and soldiers tred our land,
blood stained the earth
as we died by their hand.
They killed four thousand innocent children
laid in shallow unmarked graves,
as soldiers came in thousands
with cannons guns and staves.


They put our Holy woman in a
cold wood wagon bed,
left her to cough in her own blood
no blankets for her head.
Next morning for miles
did the word spread,
our people wailed in sorrow
our Holy woman was dead.


On that fateful day in December
our death march ended,
our women and children cried
our Elders on canes bended.
They put us in a place
we neither liked nor knew,
in time we built our homes
as our children grew.
There are now clean white houses
where once cabins stood,
our maidens now cook with gas
where once they cooked with wood.

Our children are at peace again
where the honey suckle grows,
they say for every tear thats shed
blooms a white Cherokee rose.
There have been four thousand changes
for every Cherokee who died,
one for each and every mother
who held their dead childs hand and cried.

We are strong and proud and say to those
who sought our death decree,
we are God's people
WE ARE THE CHEROKEE!

it seems like a long time has passed
to long, not long enough
life moves to fast

when did you start to talk that way
whats his name and what does he say?

seems like yesterday I was your world
to me your still my little girl

I heard you say you love him
then you said he loved you too
what am I gonna do
what is love to you

is it passing a love letter
holding hands between a class
making faces together through glass

has he held your hand for 27 hours in the ICU
would he truly die for you?
he could be the best guy in the world
but I'm scared to lose my little girl

I know its a matter of time
and I still have awhile to go
but I want you to know

I love you with everything in me
all I want is for you to be happy
and you will always be my baby "B"

-love,Daddy

Moms give tender care;
Mom's smiles brightens;

Mom's hugs brings joy;
Mon's love brings comfort;

Mom's ways gives guidance;
Good moms teach values
And make good souls!

Thanks Mom ,
You showed me
How to love !

You enriched
My life!

Picture this : A little girl is playing on a beach on a warm sunny day. Her mother is close by keeping watch full eye over her but she still has those mischievous feelings that the open space of the beach can bring.

Picture this : That same girl in school explaining to her teacher how she bumped her head so hard when she walked into the door she had to go to hospital again You see dad gets irritable when he is drunk and she longs for the feelings the the open space of the beach can bring.

Picture this : A shell shocked soldier overcomes his fear of war and dying and crawls from his bunker dodging a hail of bullets and pulls a dying countryman to safety just because he wears the same uniform as him.

Picture this : A Lonely old man sits at his kitchen table drinking himself to death his only friend is the collection of war medals neatly stored in a glass cabinet. Also neatly stored in his head are the horrors he faces every day with memories he has of killing men who did not have the same uniform as him.

Picture this : A country cottage on a cold winters night but there is a warm fire burning. Two lovers under a bearskin rug naked hold on so tight very much in love and feeling the after glow of lovemaking the happiness that only love and life can bring.

Picture this : A country cottage on a cold winters night but the fire is going out. An elderly couple lie in bed backs to each other.cold almost shivering. A lifetime wasted on uncertainties and mistrust awaiting loneliness that only love and death can bring.

Picture this : A respected business man emerges from his Mercedes dressed in a smart suit, he has worked so hard to get to were he is. He walks toward his plush house warm from the love his family have created.

Picture this : A respected business man emerges from his Mercedes. There is a woman a little younger than he is lying on the pavement a needle protruding from her arm,he has worked so hard to hide his past. You see little sister has the cold his family have created.

Picture this ; Two elderly old friends sit on a shaded park bench. They chat occasionally but just as content with their silence as they are with their conversation and laughter. Both men have much to gain from their friendship.

Picture this : Two old friends sit on a shaded park bench.They chat occasionally but happier in silence. They both have secrets they know about their past they both have ghosts that they would rather not be made visible. Both men have allot to lose from their friendship.

Picture this : As you walk away from these pictures trying to eradicate the ones that have made you feel uncomfortable, turn and take a look at the pictures you have created there is a tiny piece of each of us in each picture for they represent the photo album of the average human being.There is good and bad in all of us it just depends on what you want to see in your pictures.

I think about my wife most everyday
I think about my life in every way
I think about my friends both now and then
I think about my path and where I’ve been
I think about my parents while young and old
I think about my past to busy too bold
I think about my kids and the lives they’ll live
I think about the things I failed to give
I think about the way it used to be
I think about the future and what they’ll see
I think about the things I’ve said and done
I think about the loves I’ve lost and won
I think about the time I didn’t get
I think about the adventure it’s been and yet
I think that when I’m gone I will forget
That all these things I think are all we get

RESPECT

Respect is something you cannot buy,
I write this poem to tell you why.
Respect is something totally free,
It comes with your integrity.

When you are considerate of,
A person, place or thing you love,
This is having some respect,
What you love you don't neglect.

Showing respect is an obligation,
To be done without resignation.
Even a person you do not know,
Some respect you should show.

We all have our personal space,
Not wanting anyone in our face.
When one's space you do trespass,
They may choose to kick your a**.

It could also be a place,
To disrespect is a disgrace.
You can respect anything,
If some good it will bring.

Those who fail to respect,
Suffer a serious character defect.
Sooner or later the disrespectful,
Always wind up very regretful.

Respect is something that you owe,
As through life you daily go.
Respect is free for you to give,
If a happier life you want to live.