Most Commented Family Poems (502)

Action figures, Role models one in the same.
Bringing kids up on violence is this not insane!
Tattered troubled teens sent out on the streets
Of course they're stealing to have things to eat

Its apparent its a parent causing this child more harm
Impatiently waiting love that will never come from their arms
Mistakes made, joyously. With time due to come
Karma came as planned Understand where from.

Parents never make it leaving these kids behind
Causing so many problems inside erasing a stable mind

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 you...
for showing me things
I never knew
for offering me
a love so true

Thank you...
for touching my life
In such a peculiar way
for making me feel special
and as ahappy as can be

Thank you...
for opening my eyes
to see the truth beyond the lies
for opening my heart
to probe the deceit behind the smiles

For without you, I wouldn't be
the person I am today,

Thank you so much... Mom!!!

The female swan, she jumped straight up,
As her eggs all started breaking.
For the time had come for her eggs to hatch,
After all those weeks of waiting.

First three, then four, then five hatched open,
Now just one more left to go.
The sixth came out as black as soot,
whilst the rest we're white as snow.

They would tease him, and they would call him names,
He was outcasted, and left all alone.
Just because he was different from everyone else,
One day decided to run away from home.

As the weeks passed by, they felt like years,
Not a day passed by where he didnt cry.
No matter how many times he would think about it all,
He just could not understand why.

Then one day as he stepped up to the waters edge,
Sad faced and bearing a frown.
Came to him the biggest shock of his life,
From his reflection as he looked down.

For no longer was he black as soot,
But he was now as white as the driven snow.
For he had turned into the most handsomest swan,
You could ever wish to know.

Everyone stopped and stared when they saw this swan,
Walking so proud and full of glee.
For now everyone wanted to be his friend,
including his own family.

And from that day on he was never alone,
This duckling once abandoned by his brothers.
So the moral of this poem really goes to show,
Never judge a book by its covers.

There is a certain faith of which I am particularly fond
Not one in which I find fulfillment in ignorance
Where promised luxury and happiness abound
But rather from a stark and real sense of wealth

Not so simple as faith in money, tho
That is not where I find my consolation
This life is far too short for such a thing
As embarrassing and meaningless as fiscal power

To know that she maintains her faithfulness
To reward the efforts I have attempted
Which, in the same way, cannot be bought
But only given to one they feel is so worthy

This, in return, strengthens my resolve
That I may be her rock and fortress
And my confidence the steel threshold
For the gate through which she takes refuge

Listen to you child

Have you ever stopped to listen?
To what your child has too say
Or are you always just to busy
That’s why they run away
They go in search of friendship
Where some one takes the time
To listen to their inner thoughts
And what is on their minds
What if the path they travel?
Is the path to drugs and death?
Will you then have the time to listen?
When you lay them within the earth to rest
So why not take the time
From your oh so busy day
And sit and listen as to
What your child would like to say
Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert

Back is the love


The kids are back, two weeks alone in purgatory
Left has the empty darkness that enveloped me
The house is now a home; all of a sudden it’s warm
Left have the ice cold feelings that had me torn
Now I settle into a familiar routine, like a comfortable chair
No need to neither break the silence nor pull out my hair
Have done the time, were I had to greve
Still it’s not easy, to watch them leave
Many must endure this hard part of life
Result from a previous time of strife
Clouds have all gone, above the sky is blue
Back is the love, endless, boundless, and true


Jeff 09

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
if English I now unfold?

Is poetry not an ageless thing
like man himself, is he?
As a daffodil in the Spring
and the summer it can see?

Am I wrong to write my verse
though I do admit, I age.
Should I get a response so terse
I still can feel the rage?

I rest my case upon you now
and hope you feel the shame.
I leave you with a sacred vow,
someday you’ll know my name!

No explanation will I give
to critics of any kind.
All I ask is “Let me live
to write what’s in my mind!”

sonofadam

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
but holding you is one
my precious baby girl

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 sure
as I lay here thinking
trying to find a cure
a way to get back to you all
to never be apart
I hold you all now and forever
safe and secure in my heart

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 will end
I may not be your father
but I'll always be your friend