Poems about Family
#family
Poetry about family - you can't choose them, but you can write about them! Expect poems about the love and strength of the family unit, and also poetry about difficult childhood experiences.
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Finally Free From A Family Who No Longer Loves Me
Angela woke up,
saw the sun rising over
the Los Angeles
city scape and made herself
let out a gigantic smile.
saw the sun rising over
the Los Angeles
city scape and made herself
let out a gigantic smile.
#city
#family
#fiction
#freedom
#tanka
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Too Much Too Handle
Family are here
No escaping the drama
Actually, I'll leave
No escaping the drama
Actually, I'll leave
#anxiety
#family
#home #senryu
#home #senryu
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Ovis
i am just a simple whisper
trust me to not make a whimper
i am just a forgotten liar
just me to burn in the fire
lie awake to pass the time
tell a lie to punish mine
show me
how to love and make this dissipate
show me
how to raise you up and hold you there
take your sin and eat your hate
believe you know and think you care
i am nothing but a whisper
trust me to bend a knee and lend an ear
waiting to take your daily order
i am just a servant, i am your whore
take me wherever your hell may guide ...
trust me to not make a whimper
i am just a forgotten liar
just me to burn in the fire
lie awake to pass the time
tell a lie to punish mine
show me
how to love and make this dissipate
show me
how to raise you up and hold you there
take your sin and eat your hate
believe you know and think you care
i am nothing but a whisper
trust me to bend a knee and lend an ear
waiting to take your daily order
i am just a servant, i am your whore
take me wherever your hell may guide ...
#family
#myself
#parent #relationships
#parent #relationships
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One More Night
Alright, so I wake up, feeling like toast,
Sleep inertia’s got me—yeah, I’m a ghost.
Deep sleep yanked me from some weird dream,
Now I’m stumbling around like a broken machine.
My sleep schedule? Yeah, that’s a riot—
Body’s rhythm? It’s on a permanent diet.
Could I stick to a plan? In theory, yes.
But consistency and I are an absolute mess.
What keeps me up? Oh, let me count the ways—
I’m writing again, middle of the haze.
Then I check on the girls, ‘cause, well, I care,
Even though they're fast asleep, peaceful over there. ...
Sleep inertia’s got me—yeah, I’m a ghost.
Deep sleep yanked me from some weird dream,
Now I’m stumbling around like a broken machine.
My sleep schedule? Yeah, that’s a riot—
Body’s rhythm? It’s on a permanent diet.
Could I stick to a plan? In theory, yes.
But consistency and I are an absolute mess.
What keeps me up? Oh, let me count the ways—
I’m writing again, middle of the haze.
Then I check on the girls, ‘cause, well, I care,
Even though they're fast asleep, peaceful over there. ...
#family
#love
#meditation
#SelfReflection
#sleep
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Finding Home
Caged birds learn to fly
When wings are unfettered
Escape becomes freedom
Wilderness becomes home
Solitude finds peace
The heart finds happiness
Sleep is soothed
Dreams are realized
And I forgive you
When wings are unfettered
Escape becomes freedom
Wilderness becomes home
Solitude finds peace
The heart finds happiness
Sleep is soothed
Dreams are realized
And I forgive you
#family
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
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Among Ancestors
In the quiet of rooms of ancestors, she lay naked face down,
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
#beauty
#family
#FirstLove #memories
#FirstLove #memories
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Parents
Parents, oh the ones that care for you?
Parents, oh the ones that are supposed to love you?
Parents, oh yes those ones!
Was there something wrong with me? Where was your love?
Did it go out the window when you hit me?
Did it go out the window when you called me names?
But you love me?
Right?
The comfort you gave me was masked by your anger
The comfort... where?
The mask you put on when people were around
People thought you were great!
Behind closed doors,
The anger...
Towards me, each other...
Parents, oh the ones that are supposed to love you?
Parents, oh yes those ones!
Was there something wrong with me? Where was your love?
Did it go out the window when you hit me?
Did it go out the window when you called me names?
But you love me?
Right?
The comfort you gave me was masked by your anger
The comfort... where?
The mask you put on when people were around
People thought you were great!
Behind closed doors,
The anger...
Towards me, each other...
#anger
#confusion
#family
#father
#mother
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My family
My one regret is the bloodline I derived from
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
There are no fish in these waters
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother bitch slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
Fuck, she’s dumb.
My...
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
There are no fish in these waters
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother bitch slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
Fuck, she’s dumb.
My...
#family
#fiction
#poverty #satirical
#poverty #satirical
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it is all about children
It is all about children.
I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can
I agree the well-situated can afford to give
children a proper upbringing and a great education
and they...
I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can
I agree the well-situated can afford to give
children a proper upbringing and a great education
and they...
#brother
#childhood
#children
#daughter
#family
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Gino & Poppy
It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun, and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck, to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home, would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat, in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was at home, with...
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun, and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck, to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home, would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat, in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was at home, with...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
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Parents
Is it not
Ideas
you wish to show
Is it not
Seeds
You wish to grow
In the barron lands
Where the children weep
for better days
That was promised
By those
Who birthed
A Promise
Ideas
you wish to show
Is it not
Seeds
You wish to grow
In the barron lands
Where the children weep
for better days
That was promised
By those
Who birthed
A Promise
#family
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Two Portraits
It has the air of tragedy.
Or maybe I'm too sensitive,
just like my brother said. The pair
of photograph portraits, acquisitive
of dust and filth, atop the air
conditioner inside what was
my brother's teenage room. The left
of her, my stepmother, who died
by suicide now sixteen years ago.
The right of him, my dad,
so newly dead, of cancer in what should
have been his 69th year born.
The both of them now shorn
of influence by death and time,
their worldly goods parcelled.
She in her picture looking up ...
Or maybe I'm too sensitive,
just like my brother said. The pair
of photograph portraits, acquisitive
of dust and filth, atop the air
conditioner inside what was
my brother's teenage room. The left
of her, my stepmother, who died
by suicide now sixteen years ago.
The right of him, my dad,
so newly dead, of cancer in what should
have been his 69th year born.
The both of them now shorn
of influence by death and time,
their worldly goods parcelled.
She in her picture looking up ...
#childhood
#family
#father #parent
#father #parent
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