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Best Hereditary Poems


Hate Is a Hereditary Trait
This hate runs through my viens and out my mouth.
This *****litterally isn't good for my health.
My silence is my medicine,
Why share what trouble i've been in?
You were never there, and I mean really there.
You werent there to wipe my tears or fix my hair.
So don't...

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Categories: hereditary, hate,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Achondroplasia hereditary bone loss
Sitting in the specialty clinic
when this big word is tossed 
in our laps I watched my son 
tumble flip play football soccer 
tumble play baseball yes we all 
knew he was short but now after 
injury this unexpected diagnosis 
I'm completely stunned hopeful 
but how...

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Categories: hereditary, angel, christmas, courage,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Hereditary
I used to love the colour 
Of my eyes
But now I look at the hue

And see you

And as I grow 
So do the similarities
Between us

The lines on my forehead
The curve of my smile
The weight of my brow

It's yours

I wonder how much of me is mine
How...

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Categories: hereditary, absence, age, conflict, family,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Death Is Hereditary
An amazing revelation that's hard to believe
Death happens daily, worldwide people grieve
It's actually hereditary
Can't escape being buried
Holy crap! Millions of us people bereave...

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Categories: hereditary, celebration,
Form: Limerick
Hereditary Angst
It is me, or is it you?
You're the adult, I guess you choose.
You blame me? That's no surprise.
I should open up my eyes, shouldn't I?

When I look, the world I see;
It's different than it used to be.
Learning old and loving new,
I think some explanation's due.

You...

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Categories: hereditary, angst, life, time, old,
Form: Rhyme
Hereditary, Part 2
I have
My grandmother's chin
When I sew and knot the thread 
Her hands are mine

Her love is mine 
when I dig my fingers in the roots
Of my garden
Her hands are mine 

When I look at my eyes
I see the lines and think of her
Her love is...

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© Jay Yeats  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hereditary, allusion, childhood, father, grandmother,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Family Illnesses
illnesses too tragic to mention
angrily parading through families
who will be the next victim?
changing your life greatly
obliterating
nonsensical
compelling
intense
pain...

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Categories: hereditary, sick,
Form: Nonet
VEIL OF BLOOD
Crimson hue, last stain of life with ears,
Ritual’s mark, from hunger and thirst earth drinks,
Thick and red, a crimson rain, that sacred flow!
Binding souls in eerie light and,
Draws like a moth to light.
Emotions, weightier than a thousand on a scale
Veiled in dark, that haunting stain...

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Categories: hereditary, africa, america, black love,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things