Most Commented Family Poems (502)

Sparkling, long, and flowing soft, and shimmering through a comb,
A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home.
Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there
in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver hair.

A web of love she wove in it when plaiting it each day
and trapped the little heart that had no other place to stay.
Grandma lent her patience to the comfort of the child
and just let the little fingers roam about at eventide.

Then when the mane of moonbeams had been prettied for the night,
the child would hold that rope that led her safely to the light
of a heart that filled to bursting, and a safety so rare,
in a world that was upended, save for touching grandma's hair.

The years flew past, as swifts in flight to greet a summer's day.
The little child grew up and left the nest to fly away
to do great deeds of courage, and to plant some seeds of care,
letting other little fingers weave their patterns in her hair,

just like grandma, now long gone , had done so many years ago,
she helped them braid their patterns, and encouraged them to grow
to be full and loving people, and to laugh and share and play.
So the lesson of her grandma's mane of moonbeams lives today.

Up is down and down is up
And sideways thoughts assault me.
Babbling noises blast my ears
Devoid of rationality.

Chaos rules this mad house
As the time ticks slowly by
Accused of countless wicked things
That no one can deny.

It matters not who's nuts or sane
when 'ere those forces meet
For neither one can ever win
Nor can accept defeat.

It's all just utter madness
And it's just gone on and on.
And cannot, will not ever change
'Til one is out and gone.

Gone for good or just a week,
It's a damned fine change of pace
And I really need a holiday
That's miles from this place.

Contented days of sanity
Are waiting now for me.
Beyond a single wakeup past
A count of days just three.

In the summer of our youth
We knew only
tears and sorrow..
Always hoping
Always wishing~
Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Mom and dad
were far away..
Left to strangers
to shape our way~
Cruel minds
with evil hearts..
Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
All the joys
we never had..
A loving mother
a consoling dad..
All those years
of crying out~
Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Then little boys
turned to men..
And little girls
begin again~
To find a life
they never knew..
Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
And we look back
on those tumultuous
years..
Sometimes the laughter
mixed with tears~
And we remember God
Who
brought us through..
Between Yesterday..
and Tomorrow..

cafetwo2010

death a chapter
in ones life
eternally grateful
our signature
in this life

to fullfil
ones destiny
until we meet
in eternity
the next chapter

to get there
a life time
from now,
till the sands
of times run out
so will time,

then
like a poet
we hope
to all come together
in eternity
to write
the final
chapter

Men look at themselves
in the mirror they
do not want to admit
that their hair is
starting to disappear.
Each and every day
they see their hair
disappearing that way.
To them i say just
shave it bald, let
it be for having no
hair will set you free.

I like to make up poems on the spot, i never know what im writing from one line to the next, i tend to think this is the best and most expressive way to write. Seriously though, if you fancy a poem on any subject/topic/or silliness, send me an email here and I will post one just for you.. Enjoy :-)



Its funny sometimes,
how the little things matter,
how we listen to gossip,
and mindless chatter

Its funny sometimes,
how we stress for no reason,
we feel down on a sunday,
or we change with each season

Its funny sometimes,
how we can feel so alone,
wanting someone to visit,
wanting someone to phone

Its funny sometimes,
how we just need a hug,
to scootch up on the sofa,
and cuddle and snug

Its funny sometimes,
when things get us down,
always looking at the floor,
always showing a frown,

Its funny sometimes,
if we just lift our heads,
look at the world,
and smile instead

Embrace every meeting,
enjoy every talk,
sharing those special moments,
laughing together on a nice long walk.

Open our eyes,
and take in every sight,
theres no time for sadness,
its time to fight!

Its funny sometimes,
that everything is fine,
and the people who love you,
have been right here the whole time.

you are the glint in my eye
you are the sinew in my arm
the very DNA in my cells
you are my offering of time

father, your actual bones bore
me through childish dreams
and youthful ranting angers
to find as i pulled away

as far as i could be myself
that circles go 'round to find
myself back at my beginning
there with your corny jokes

and light admonitions to me
to be a man, not unfeeling,
but gently strong, happily
human as you were in yours

my half-life or half-my-life
is owed to all of you
given as your progeny
my own, my founder, my father

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-18

My mother's brother is my uncle
And my dad married my sister
My brother ran off with my mother
My niece hooked up with my nephew
And I'm totally confused

Your family must love you, no matter what.
Still if you often behave like a real nut.
They do not care if you are lazy or if you swear.
They love you because you are theirs.

You cannot choose the family you are born in, it is true.
Sometimes the fit may feel quite crooked.
But you have more in common with them than you know.
They have shaped your life much like bread’s shaped from dough.

The next time you feel like disowning them,
Take a moment to ponder before you condemn.
Without your family, you would be more alone.
They are the only family you have known.

So before swearing, trying doing something more constructive
Show them you do care you are part of their family.
Do act more sane than crazy as a nut,
For others will see who's family you were born to.

Hello my friend you are my family so show your love in
Return by caring for who brought you into this world.
I am the one that given you a family of love~~~

shes returning home
after many a years
shes attending dads funeral
shes controlling fears.
as door opens slowly
shes slapped with coldness in the face
hit with never ending memories
of her bad old days.

was no home sweet home
all thanks to dad
her childhood taken
one, she never had.
held by innocence
not knowing love shouldnt hurt
she thought this is what it means
to be daddy's little girl.

thinking of mum she wonders
how could she of not known
but so much for the saying
theres no place,like home.
hello mum, im here"
she gulps, as she steps inside
and just as her mother had
thinks now, is not the time.

a part of her is screaming "mother"
why did you let me down
but she cares not to upset her
ain't that what famalies are about.
she'll hold off with the questions
she will take it in her stride
to be the loyal daughter
supportive, by mothers side.

dust to dust
ashes to ashes
her tears will fall
but not for him.
she decides not to question
why" will become her forgotten word
besides, there are no answers
why she had to be, daddys little girl.

R.I.P dad
im glad you are gone
and now that you are
i can finally move on.
its you now daddy
begging for mercy
but you cant hide from god
what you done to me.