Least Read Poems About Family
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It Never Leaves This House
You said “everybody’s killing me”
So I don’t know how to tell you
I don’t want to be alive
It would make you more stressed
You might die
You already haven’t moved all day
The rocking chair will be your last resting place
A heart attack in the living room
I’m sorry I’ll be the one who kills you
Or maybe when you found out
It would be too much
And you’d just leave
Never come back
Like you always said you would
Forget it
I’m sorry
I’ll never want anything else
I’ll never ask for...
So I don’t know how to tell you
I don’t want to be alive
It would make you more stressed
You might die
You already haven’t moved all day
The rocking chair will be your last resting place
A heart attack in the living room
I’m sorry I’ll be the one who kills you
Or maybe when you found out
It would be too much
And you’d just leave
Never come back
Like you always said you would
Forget it
I’m sorry
I’ll never want anything else
I’ll never ask for...
#depression
#family
#mother
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Bonding With My Chief
Long Bow was dad's name
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
#family
#father
#happiness
#love
#memories
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Boundaries in Bloom
In the garden of my heart, where love’s roots run deep,
There blooms a tough, tender truth I must keep.
Among the thorns of harsh words, under weeping willow trees,
I plant my feet firmly, nurtured by a gentle breeze.
A table placed with care, a gift chosen with thought,
Yet the feast of affection cold, the present left to rot.
Words, like autumn leaves, fall sharp and unkind,
I gather them softly peace, the treasure I find.
Boundaries, like blossoms, unfold with grace,
Marking the space where respect must be returned.
The tangled weeds of...
There blooms a tough, tender truth I must keep.
Among the thorns of harsh words, under weeping willow trees,
I plant my feet firmly, nurtured by a gentle breeze.
A table placed with care, a gift chosen with thought,
Yet the feast of affection cold, the present left to rot.
Words, like autumn leaves, fall sharp and unkind,
I gather them softly peace, the treasure I find.
Boundaries, like blossoms, unfold with grace,
Marking the space where respect must be returned.
The tangled weeds of...
#family
#responsibility
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Dust to Rust
I bust my ass to feed you
and pay for all these bills
All I get is backlash
for interruption of your thrills
I ask for contribution
lighter then the air
Still, you fight against me
As if I'm not even there
I have to teach you lessons
to prepare you for this life
your choice to disconnect me
Has only caused you strife
At this rate you will not make it
For the life you live is slack
Please know that your decision
is one you can't take back
NPC is how you see me ...
and pay for all these bills
All I get is backlash
for interruption of your thrills
I ask for contribution
lighter then the air
Still, you fight against me
As if I'm not even there
I have to teach you lessons
to prepare you for this life
your choice to disconnect me
Has only caused you strife
At this rate you will not make it
For the life you live is slack
Please know that your decision
is one you can't take back
NPC is how you see me ...
#children
#family
#responsibility
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They're Not The Only Ones Still Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop
Uncle
George had just
died and
left his house to Mark
and his family
on the condition
that they
stay there for
one year.
George had just
died and
left his house to Mark
and his family
on the condition
that they
stay there for
one year.
#family
#home
#fiction
#mystery
#tragedy
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For My Great-Great-Great Grandchildren
(In the Year 2124)
Hey kids!
It’s grandpa Wally from way beyond the grave
I know my time here has passed
But if you read my stories you’ll have a blast
You may have a lot of ancestors but I hope to be your fave
I don’t know what your generation will experience
But I’m sorry for all the things we muffed up here in the past
Just remember that time is always fleeting
As recollections are retreating
Understanding that nothing ever really lasts
Except love…
Love is the only thing you can hold on to
Express it...
Hey kids!
It’s grandpa Wally from way beyond the grave
I know my time here has passed
But if you read my stories you’ll have a blast
You may have a lot of ancestors but I hope to be your fave
I don’t know what your generation will experience
But I’m sorry for all the things we muffed up here in the past
Just remember that time is always fleeting
As recollections are retreating
Understanding that nothing ever really lasts
Except love…
Love is the only thing you can hold on to
Express it...
#children
#family
#WritingPoetry
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Wine and stories
I recommend having a glass of wine
with your conservative, intimidating
mother in law.
Unexpected loose conversation
after a day of travelling strain
performing my best
Being reminded of my faults
through comments from outside
(and why must he join in these attacks?)
And derided by self commentary within
(Why can I not be generous,
putting aside my writing time
for her sake without resentment?)
The connection finally came through stories, of course –
A long-distance courtship on cassette tape,
long before the...
with your conservative, intimidating
mother in law.
Unexpected loose conversation
after a day of travelling strain
performing my best
Being reminded of my faults
through comments from outside
(and why must he join in these attacks?)
And derided by self commentary within
(Why can I not be generous,
putting aside my writing time
for her sake without resentment?)
The connection finally came through stories, of course –
A long-distance courtship on cassette tape,
long before the...
#family
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Tuesdays
My pulse is a ticking clock
Like the one that used to be on your wall
Before it stopped
In my head it never ends
We’re still at that stop sign
We used to sit at to kill the time
A decade gone in a minute
I never get over anything
I want to fall back in it
Give me back the backroads
I want to feel like I’m going home
Take me to the stage again
So I can feel it in my bones
Please just let me go
I’m tired of your ghost
I’ve kept your books
Did you know this would happen
Did you...
Like the one that used to be on your wall
Before it stopped
In my head it never ends
We’re still at that stop sign
We used to sit at to kill the time
A decade gone in a minute
I never get over anything
I want to fall back in it
Give me back the backroads
I want to feel like I’m going home
Take me to the stage again
So I can feel it in my bones
Please just let me go
I’m tired of your ghost
I’ve kept your books
Did you know this would happen
Did you...
#death
#depression
#family
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Captive heart
I just can’t do it today.
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
#family
#NaPoWriMo2024
#travel #WritersBlock
#travel #WritersBlock
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I am
I’m sorry for being
I didn’t chose it either
I’m bound to your wife
Not because I want to be here
I’m sorry if you see me as
Disrespectful and lazy
And that we both know the fact
That time won’t change me
I’m sorry how I am
But does that justify
The way you’re screaming at my head
Every time I missed a right?
The accusations that you make
Behind my back
Behind charades
I guess it’s hard
To be that way
I know your life’s not easy
Neither is mine
And every time that you don’t talk
You don’t...
I didn’t chose it either
I’m bound to your wife
Not because I want to be here
I’m sorry if you see me as
Disrespectful and lazy
And that we both know the fact
That time won’t change me
I’m sorry how I am
But does that justify
The way you’re screaming at my head
Every time I missed a right?
The accusations that you make
Behind my back
Behind charades
I guess it’s hard
To be that way
I know your life’s not easy
Neither is mine
And every time that you don’t talk
You don’t...
#conflict
#family
#LifeStruggles
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The Perversion of Molly Tasnim
#jealousy
#dark
#family
#corruption
#horror
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kumbaya with the cows
my Roots sold the family farm when I was 7
I still remember the auction
it was the closest thing to a county fair I'd ever seen
vendors with food & drinks
and the auctioneer with his magical motor-mouthed cadence
I wandered barefoot through the crowd
agog...
who knew it would be such a spectacle
to me...it was just home
soon to be gone
the cows were the first to go
made me sad to see their familiar faces
peering out the slits in the side of the trailer
I don't even want to contemplate their fate
for us...they were...
I still remember the auction
it was the closest thing to a county fair I'd ever seen
vendors with food & drinks
and the auctioneer with his magical motor-mouthed cadence
I wandered barefoot through the crowd
agog...
who knew it would be such a spectacle
to me...it was just home
soon to be gone
the cows were the first to go
made me sad to see their familiar faces
peering out the slits in the side of the trailer
I don't even want to contemplate their fate
for us...they were...
#happiness
#family
#memories
48 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Family