Best Lifefamily Poems
On the day the Lord calls me home I will not be
afraid as I know He loves us one and all and to this
earth we are only on loan
We have spent all our lives here with family and
friends and so we leave this earth to go home to be
with our Lord and our family and friends who have
gone home to Heaven before us
And so our lives go full circle as the Lord sent us
down from Heaven to accomplish the things He wants
us to do here on earth and as we complete this we will
be called back home to heaven to live forevermore
I am not afraid as I patiently wait for my call to
enter the Kingdom Of Heaven where I will wait for my
family and friends to come home and be with our Lord
forevermore.
Poems Of Inspiration (OLD) Contest
Sponsor: P.D.
7th Place Winner
I want an eutopia man.
A man who lives by his designed plan.
A man who doesn't run with the poision clan.
A man who is not a thug or addicted to **** or drugs.
A man who is with me truly in love.
A man that I simply cannot get enough of.
Well there may not be a man like that around
I want an eutopia man to come to my town.
A man who will not cheat on me.
A man who will help me harvest seeds.
A man who will not fall victim to sin.
With an eutopia man as the head,
The souls of his family won't be dead.
An eutopia man will want his family spiritual fed.
I want an eutopia man to be head of my clan.
An eutopia man is what I desire understand.
1-28-11
Mottled bodies inside and out
Needled veins black and about
Eyes dark through unsleepened nights
Lying in door ways that's about right.
Bottles and tins surround my life
Once i was married, no longer have wife
Kids disown me as i lie there spent
Confused they are where the family has went.
The above is not me, if you don't mind me saying
Its a vision of life, for the ones who start playing
Who take that fork they meet on the road
Again the doorways no family abode.
Many a home in this modern world
Hit by life's Tornado's in never ending twirls
Some see the light at the end of the tunnel
Some down the drain, in a spiralling funnel.
Society seems to breed the above
Are they really the clever, who absorb that first shove
To be an Addict as you walk down that road
Be ever so brave, ignore that goad.
Live strong, live free
An Addicts life is what you don't want to be
Sometimes, don't think of you, think of others
Or they remember you under an earthly cover.
I remember eating dinner in the glow of the burning lamps.
We all dipped our bread into a common bowl of oil.
A little bread, a little cheese, some salt, an apple, a little wine.
But for the salt all the fruits of our own labors. And Gods.
The enjoyment of fellowship and family at table and fireside.
Laughter and the soft sounds of evening chores and talk.
Discussing the work to be done tomorrow and next week.
Telling the old tales, the good ones, and the family stories.
Children learn who they are from this and will remember.
Maybe a song or two, all voices raised, some sweet, some not.
Childrens prayers before bed, every night, from this comes faith.
A cuddle and a kiss with your wife, to let her know she's beautiful.
A snuggle with her beneath the warm blankets, face on a cool pillow,
And a whispered prayer of thanksgiving before sleep takes you.
God gave every man a brain, two hands and a heart.
With these tools we can build all of these things.
With all of these gifts, who needs more?
After the marriage
It started real slow
Collecting so much
I didn’t even know
I have always lived
A very organized life
So I thought I could
Live as a hoarder’s wife
Since my top quality
Is good organization
It shouldn’t be difficult
To organize the situation
Well I was sure fooled
Until I became trapped
With clutter all around
Covering every little gap
The man I was with
I didn’t actually know
Had been a hoarder
From childhood years ago
I’m from another background
A loving family - lots of kin
With many years on my own
Raising all of my children
It felt like quicksand
As I began to slowly seep
I tried to climb out
Before I sunk too deep
I discovered a hoarder
Holds other issues too
More than I could handle
Or even really cared to
I think one icebreaker
Might probably be
When the hoarding extended
To him hoarding me
There was no room for visitors
Nor family or friends
But the icing on the cake
Was not seeing my grandchildren
I had to make an escape
And I tried to be nice and kind
I’d prefer to be distant friends
To free my heart and mind
I prayed every moment
For strength to pull through
Leaving it in God’s hands
Is what I always do
My family and friends
Were always there for me
Standing by my decision
And ensuring my certainty
As I started to climb out
Of this bad situation
Holding my head above
A possible suffocation
God sent a ray of sunshine
With a warm gentle touch
One felt a few times before
And always did so much
Releasing my inner joy
With a drop of golden sun
Is such a wonderful gift
For the new journey I’ve begun
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Help Family, Help Family
Work hard coz I want real Money so I can help my mummy coz mummy help me when I
didn’t have money.. And mummy was the one who told me ‘‘SAVE for a rainy day’’.. So now
I got a double umbrella so if it rains it doesn’t poor, coz its not about being poor in Today’s
times coz they don’t help the poor and its so much harder to help yourself..
So I help Mummy and not only with money so
mummy can help herself, Daddy, Sis and Bro.
So Daddy can help himself, Mummy, Sis and Bro.
So Sis and Bro can help themselves, Mum, Dad and Me.
So help your Family help Family because you’re a ……!!!!!
By Tallan J Bent
23:23Hrs 17/05/08.
Every family craves for a baby’s cry:
That tender voice that rattles the sky;
One to add honour and bears the family’s name;
Engage the course to defend their country’s fame.
But does it work that way in every society?
Or, do others greet new born babies with much anxiety?
I wonder, why some babies give a cause for celebration,
While an innumerable more present poverty justification.
Why one baby should bestow on a family a crown,
And another wears on a generation a frown.
Some babies bring hope as high as mountain peak,
And countless others frustrations as valley’s deep.
Some will attain great heights in front of our very eyes,
And they will merit reputations of the greatest size.
But some will die with potentials they’ll never realize;
Many will languish with dreams they’ll never materialize.
As I walk through the valley of darkness.
Living for my family feeling their pain and heart aches.
Staring death in his face with a drive to survive.
My loyalty is only for my family I'm head of the thrive.
Paying the bills I was Indenpendent ever sense I was nine.
Not in the real world but I have an aggressive mind.
Curse with ambition I'm a gifted child.
But sense I keep my feelings inside sociality push me aside.
Trying to make a change in this game you can't be shy.
I can overcome any challenge so I refuse to cry.
my soul is flying through the sky yes I will rise.
Memories echo off of empty walls;
Pencil marks in the door jamb record heights at different ages;
Squares of whiter paint give proof family photos once hung there.
The oven has been scrubbed clean of past Thanksgiving turkey messes;
Toothpaste splatter has been wiped from the bathroom sink;
For want of a returned security deposit, all evidence of life within has been cleansed away.
Only four replicated keys lay on the kitchen counter.
The bare and empty rooms weep for the family who loved her for a small portion of their
lives…
And yet, are gloriously hopeful of the new tenants just days away from rejuvenation in a
new light.
Full apartments on either side and across her well lit hallway,
Are homes to friends of those who left and strangers to those on their way.
The sounds outside of her open windows somehow enter empty rooms so sad;
Those same sounds are received so joyously when furniture and souls abound.
Do not mourn too long, my empty temptress; laughter and love will soon fill your rooms
once again.
New secrets and new revelations will accompany new pencil marks on freshly painted door
frames.
Apartment 2B will be someone’s home once again.
Where I’m From…..
I am from bar-b-ques and live family feuds.
Walks to down town Paterson laughing at women and men who allow their selves to be called
hoes and prostitutes.
Fast behind little girls and quick to call their selves thugs little boys.
A really excited family is where I’m from.
I am from let your voice be heard.
It’s okay to get picked on sometimes in school while you’re being called a jerk or a nerd.
But would that person allow him/her best friend feelings to get hurt.
I am from growing up listening to old folk’s music,
Such as Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, Lou Rawls, Donny Hathaway, Otis Redding, & Teddy
Pendergrass.
Speeches from Ida B. Wells, Martin Luther King & his wife Coretta Scott King.
Two stepping in my grand parent’s back yard.
I am from a mixed family.
Some who are Muslims and some who are Christians.
Some who are really big hearted and the others who are selfish.
Nice caring and the others who are rude hypocrites.
Some vegans, vegetarians, & meat lovers.
This is where I’m from and I love it.
Shanaya Thomas.
13 July 2011 8:50 pm
Melancholy times are these
Sex and drugs and so called reality tv
Teaching children what young adults should know
Then watching them die and putting them on a show
Pervert them while they are little and young
Then keep them under the camera gun
Show them sex and give them drugs
Put them in rehab and sweep them under the rug
I love tv its not that bad
Even though they show a daughter being raped by dad
We can't beat them so might as well join them
Enjoy the poison and fall beside them
Music is my life you say
But your music preaches death and decay
It isn't that bad our parents used to say
Now look how not that bad has turned out today
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP
THERE IS POISON IN YOUR CUP
You are blind and deaf and going the wrong way
Stop drinking that poison and throw it all away
But alas my family and I are poisoned too
We are not aligned the way we are supposed to
I am awake but they are not
It puts me in a terrible spot
I have to stand and stand I will
And throw out this poison so my family will heal
The morning sound of horror calls out to me
As my hand pushes all the buttons except the right one
Making the urgency to get up even stronger
The light of the new snow cast a glow on the bedroom walls
As a shadow from behind my door emerges to greet me
Panting and almost speaking to me, she requests her time
I push through the door, trudging through, room by room
Getting to the back door, I let my little friend out for her morning time
Turning, I wander to the kitchen to welcome the morning with a glass of sunshine
All while my family sleeps this winter morning away
Showered, shaved and then dressed, I prepare for the day
Must be 4 or 5 inches, so I don my snow boots this morning
Putting my work shoes and lunch into my bag, I say goodbye to the dog
Feeling the cold icy fingers of the sky brush my face, my eyes squint
Allowing me just the sight needed for my mile and a half walk
Feet don’t fail me this early morning as I trudge through the snow
Under the snow I can feel the icy blanket of doom as I slip and slide
Yet, I push on, seeing the lights of the nearby shopping center
Now, passing through the plowed lot toward the busses
I now wait, standing, facing the rain of frozen sky, chilled
All while my family sleeps this winter morning away
Its not guns that kill people its people who kill people,
So put the guns down cause your families really need you,
Your parents and your sibblings you want to leave them alone?
You want your baby brother or your sister growing up being your clone?
Are you at peace? I think not, something is wrong in your head,
You're wanting to be in the streets and not with your family instead,
What are you doing? Lives are ruined, wiith every choice that you make,
Just go home change your life and try to right that mistake,
You dont know it but you're being watched by the kids where you live,
Lead by example, before you trample, on the lives of those kids,
Never to late to make a change why dont you just throw away that gun,
Innocent kids including yourself will be done before life has begun,
Pick up a book make a change before your time runs out,
You can get shot from a plot, or go that Prison Song route,
What you do comes back around but only 10 times worse,
If not you but a family member will be riding through in that hearse,
Its just the way the cookie crumbles there's no exceptions in the game,
You win some but you're more likely to lose more than yourself with the pain.
We take for granted what we have today that we may not have tomorrow.
If we lose what we have, we'll drown in misery and sorrow.
Go hug your family and tell them that you love them.
Let them know that you're always thinking of them.
Nobody knows what the future may have in store.
Don't say something tomorrow that you could've said before.
Tomorrow may never come so please don't put off what you should do today.
Appreciate your family and friends now because you never know when they may be taken
away.
my family is leaking like a broken pipe. I have the remnants of crazy glue stuck to my
hands because I'm trying to put them back together but they won't fit right.
I cannot put them out of sight because their always on my mind and whatever problems they
have ultimately become mine.
So I pour and I pour but the wounds never heal they only dry and than peel revealing the
truth behind what I was trying to seal.
I feel like my life is constantly on repeat. How do you stand firmly on your feet when
there so many demons to defeat?
To the outside world we are like the huxtables but do you know what it is like when all
the trust from a family is removed?
It burns like a slave being beat after being caught running away. We all want to escape
but family ties always tug us back grabbing us by our ankles and legs.
We are all afraid of the outcome, especially me. I wish I could vote my family to safety
like they do on TV.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who cares, for each new part of us that separates I
shed a new batch of tears.
It may take years to rectify the pain that I can't even see and the stubborn hearts that I
can't even reach.
But it won't make me stop trying to be everyone's rock on this ever moving sea. I know
that I am only one person but I will wear this crazy glue like lotion until were solid
once again.
I will never give up hope of becoming how we should have been.