Best Sadfamily Poems


I Still Love You....

I heard a song this afternoon,
as I listened, I stopped what I was doing.
I sat stunned, wondering if that was like you,
are you waiting for me to call or come home?
As the song went on, sitting where I stopped cleaning,
in the corner of the room, I cried my heart breaking even smaller.

It's been months since I last talked to you,
I remember what 'mom' told me the day I left.
That I could never call or come around,
that you and everyone she was related to wanted nothing to do with me.
That I was leaving because I 'never cared about you,'
but I left because I do care and since I was 'causing too much stress and pain.'

As I listened to the song, 
I wished that was you singing that song for me.
I cried even more because I miss you,
and I know I'm not as wanted as I want to be.
I know you love me, 
but I also know that I hurt you that day so long ago.

It was always thrown in my face what I said that day,
that I made you cry and your wife 'never seen you cry until that day.'
That you were never the same when your oldest little girl,
said she 'had nothing here' to her father's question to live with him.
It wasn't meant to hurt, I was just saying
that most of the family was where I was then.

So please dad,
please don't forget about me.
I know I caused you and your family pain and stress,
but know that I am okay and doing fine.
That you're in my every thought and I love you,
and I'll always be one of your little girls.

Silent Nights In December

While the temperature gets colder 
An anniversary comes closer
One that every family fears
But still closer and closer it nears
Silent nights in December
As a family and as one we remember
What has happened we cannot change
So much that Christmas can never be the same
	Change	
One for the good and bad, but not the same
Silent nights in December
Our hearts open and tender
Too our demons, our faith we shall not surrender
                  Faith
To have and to hold, with the utmost confidence
One fallen from there heavenly cloud
Deeper and deeper they go, harder to convince
Silent nights in December
Memories will flow with tears and laughter
Ideas of our life now and after
With memories like nutshells we will gather
When the cold weather fades we will still remember
And never forget about the silent nights in December

The Hermit

Here's a tale that I've been told
That will last til the very end
A stranger is only a stranger
Until he becomes your friend

Long, long ago, there lived a man
Who never came out of his house
He had no family to call his own
No children nor even a spouse 

Some people called him a hermit
While others just called him insane
He must have been made of money
For he had no means to gain

He never bothered anyone
He just wanted to be left alone
He had no modern day gadgets
Not even a telephone

Each night they heard him wailing
It was a madman's mornful cry
A candle lit, the darkend room
Til the morning sun grew nigh

A plan was hatched to rob the man
By three kids about seventeen
But they had no way of knowing
That they'd never again be seen

A curse was placed upon the house
By a woman who died within
Her ghost now haunts the man inside
And all who enter in

They said the woman was surely a witch
So they sealed her soul inside
And there she stayed, all alone
Until the day she died

They say she died of loneliness
She had no family to grieve
So when a stranger enters in
She will never let them leave

I'll remind you what I told you 
Before this story can end
A stranger is only a stranger
Until he becomes a friend
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.


A Sad Holiday

My routine eats at me day after 
day it's always the same time 
for some change a different 
light a different perspective a 
different world it's a damn 
shame how this time of year is 
suppose to be the happiest but 
for some odd reasons all I see 
is misery hatred rudeness and 
people wonder why this is my 
least favorite time of year 
what's the point broken family 
in a broken home never really 
been the same see happiness 
and it depresses me wondering 
if I will ever experience that I'm 
a cross between misunderstood 
and confused I want to enjoy 
the holidays but why something 
bad always happens this time a 
year I lose a friend a friendship 
dies family members fight the 
true meaning of christmas it's 
not Santa Claus it's not 
presents its happiness 
forgiveness family and friends 
and all I wanna do is be as far 
away from everyone as I can 
no one needs to see my 
sadness or feel my pain

Premium Member Broken Home

Wanted child
Hence i was born
Two loving parents
The perfect norm
 
All it takes is just one day
The marital ropes will start to fray
Parental bliss, family born
Will suddenly be not as strong
 
Many events make this so
For either parent to come or go
The innocents stare
In wonderment gaze
What makes their parents
Go through this phase
 
The make up of people 
The roads they take
Is it all for themselves
Or their children's sake
 
In many a city
In many a town
Parental off roaders
Tear family life down
 
Utopia will never be ,the worlds perfect family
It takes real love and affection to make them stay
50 - 50 each have their say
If it's not to be either will roam
Leading to
Another Broken Home

Premium Member Tragedy

The TV screen displays the news of a “Breaking Story”;
An airplane crash creates a scene both ominous and gory.
The volume is down; 
    There is no sound,
        As he sits there staring off in space.
A phone in his hand
    Waiting his command
        As tears traverse down his face.

“No Survivors” is seen upon the screen of the silent set.
He presses “play” to hear again the voicemail he’ll never forget.
Her voice is gay
    As he hears her say:
        “Honey we’ve made the flight”.
“We miss you much;
    I miss your touch;
        Can’t wait to see you tonight.”

His phone vibrates for the hundredth time; he doesn’t answer the call.
His heart breaks every time he sees the family portrait on the wall.
They had gone to see
    Her family
        Who live on the opposite shore.
He was putting on his shoes
    When he got the news
        That his family he’d see no more.

The room grows dark; his body is numb; he cannot stop the tears.
Guilt sets in; “Why wasn’t I with them?” he’ll ask the rest of his years.
Life goes on
    For everyone
        But those who were on that flight.
Sitting at home,
    All alone,
        His soul he lost on that night.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Last Night's Edition

Comfortably curled up, after a tiring day,
I'm sipping my decaf, like I quite often do
While reading the evening news,
My after dinner ritual,
      like feeding the dog, 
          and wiping down the counter, after dishes have been washed..
Last night...why should this time have be any different?
The stories I read, the politics, the current events, the tragedy..
Yes daily tragedies that happen every day, in every town...

I can't think about them all...I can't weep for each and every one...
Oh yes....I can care, ...and I can feel sorrow..
.... But I can't, ......I just can't,    make them my own...

But last night I did....
Last night, just reading these two paragraphs
black and white, a mother's plight
the account of a tragic tale...

This one landed, here on my doorstep
A headline in my small town

Brought to life, how one instant can change it all....
How this fine young family who lives in our town
Took a carefree day's outing, a picnic..and a hike
In the most beautiful place in the world
Hiking a trail in the grandeur of our nearby National Park
In a fateful moment...a landslide of expected tragedy
Could end the life of her little son, injure her young daughter
Change a family forever.....why,  just a week ago...this was just such sad news...
Last night....reading her own words...it became personal.
Her child became my child....and today I grieve......




(true event)

You Damn Bullies

You guys bullied a girl so much that she committed suicide.
Then you went to her funeral and laughed because she died.
You guys are evil and you should be sent to jail.
If I was God, I would send you straight to Hell.
That poor girl killed herself because of your attacks.
I thank the Lord that her family is fighting back.
What goes around comes back around, that's what I believe.
When her family is done, I hope a harsh punishment is what you guys receive.

(SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)

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