Family Betrayal Poems | Examples
These Family Betrayal poems are examples of Betrayal poems about Family. These are the best examples of Betrayal Family poems written by international poets.
Everyone keeps secrets
Even though they say they don’t
That they are honest to the core
But that is not true
We keep secrets for varies reasons
Some are meant to be a surprise
While others are to hide the truth or
To spare feelings from being hurt
Some memories are just painful
So, they are never spoken.
Unspoken truths are also known
To be secrets, which when found out
Can be the most hurtful
For those we love the most.
So, choose very wisely and be
very careful when keeping secrets
The trickiest parts of keeping secrets
Is the damage they do to trust.
A Lineage of Vultures from Hell
I crossed an ocean to unearth my roots,
To find the branches of my hidden tree.
Thirty-eight strangers wearing friendly suits,
Thirty-eight wolves who smiled to welcome me.
In that old village, secrets wore a mask,
Their cunning eyes disguised as open doors.
But stripping me was their intended task,
To leave me bleeding on their wooden floors.
"You're filthy rich," they hissed into the cold,
While robbing every treasure that I kept.
They traded blood for silver and for gold,
And showed no mercy.
I wonder
I remember
I had so many questions
Yet I stayed silent
Especially when I was
The only one with red hair.
All my life pictures
Only after I was 6 years old.
No birth records
Just born abroad
One piece of paper with
My birthdate and
Secretary of state seal.
My great grandmother called
Me jeanie, yet that was not my name.
So suspicious
Last time I saw her
She whispered in my ear
GO FIND YOUR REAL FAMILY.
That was the only answer I needed.
Now I knew the truth.
The guy with the flowers and the milk tray
So sorry, she’s having an affair
With me
I’m your friend too
Strange the things we do
Just sort of happened
You would understand if it wasn’t you
We should end it, walk away
Start another day
We won't
Not till all the cards are played
We know the end
The hurt, the betrayal
The words they say
You, they hate the most
Now the ghost
Doors are closed
Family walk away
Strange, the marriage stronger than ever now
I did that
Self-congratulations as I walk away
Yet I don't see the gratitude coming my way..
Say It Isn't So
Hearts on sleeves embrace the day,
Loving you more than words can say,
The deeper the love,
the deeper the hurt,
please say it isn't so.
Hurt in dreams before wake is real,
Hurting more in the great reveal,
Lord somehow let me not feel,
Please say it isn't so.
Father I know you know this pain,
When the kiss of love hurts you again,
Love grown cold bring tears of shame,
Harder to love me than let me go,
When comes the moment of the betray,
Words spoken in darkness,
revealed in the day,
Only God is my help, nothing more to say,
I just pray... say it isn't so.
A world I thought being enterprising
Never once realizing
Once had a job
Laid off being nobody fault
Landlord evicted a tenant out
Living on a city street
The pavement no one wants to be
Stuck in defeat
Must step on my two feet
All alone
No family
No shelter
Courage to muster
Settling in
Totally broke
Homelessness is no joke
No longer having an official address
In my own stress
Never knew homelessness before
Used to see people and just ignore
In the circumstance for sure
A lesson to learn
For grace it is now me
Now I know how homelessness feels
Feeling it and it is for real
Society is not your friend
Cover up being pretend
Cold and frustrated
The happening for a reason
Be careful in what you think
Open door wonder
Devasted
Homelessness could be you.
Perhaps Dr. Smith was misunderstood…
Sciatica got the goat of the stowaway.
Don’t be fooled, his intentions were not good.
He’d shield himself in cowardly betray.
Courageous Will and no nonsense robot -
Dr. Smith would cower behind and scream.
This family Robinson knows what’s what.
Most of them will save the man with a scheme.
Hot-headed Don, longs to disarm the doc.
Poor Dr. Smith! Poor Dr. Zachary Smith!
His back aches. Why give his body a shock?
To dig his own grave? Kid’s missing, been with
him (in trouble). Mums, “Oh, the pain! The pain!”*
Doc briefly consults his own stethoscope,
checks his heart - he’s not completely insane.
Save face or hang himself with his own rope?
A broken heart easily destroys
The very essence of any man
Nothing depletes him any faster
Then what a heartbreak can
It will waste no time stealing
Everything a man has to give
Including his pride and dignity
And even worse his will to live
His friends will grow distant
Not because of his frown
But because they are scared
That he will drag them down
When he has nothing left
And is labeled as a bum
Even his family creates space
Ashamed of what he's become
The one's he thought cared
They no longer come around
He will be lost in his own life
Wishing that he will be found
He's filled with pain and misery
His life becomes a living hell
And nothing he does will help
Him escape heartbreaks spell
Fable
Bloody Bond
Feeble pledge
Far sighting the bogus Lustre
Drenched in thoughts
Wrenching out words
With ideas in the trench
He was a wreck
Dredging in the mud
Wearing his other face
Facing his tomorrow
Fencing his fears
Benching all odds
In a world of doubt
As I hear the familiar first line of an 80’s song
I realize that is how I am feeling
Pierced, gravely injured
not in body, but in spirit
I can’t make myself attend an exercise class
when I need it so very badly
but my spirit is injured
and I just don’t have it in me right now
to meet new people,
and extend an effort to engage,
putting on a smile that I don’t feel
I refuse to wallow,
so I will go on a walk
or do an exercise video
and push and stretch my body
I will put my pen to paper
and stretch my mind and
restore my soul with prayer
I can take steps to heal my heart
but since someone else
put the hole there,
I think they are going to
need to help repair it
Sometimes I feel guilty
when I harvest a rose
somewhat vindicated
for vase I hand-painted;
I know they are beautiful
my thought to beautify
the home -- yet kindled in me
sense of a predator -- be it bow
rifle or scissor, even snipping
what I cultivate, as the lamb
I raised became Easter dinner
though the family well fed
I question the honor?
Kindred
Hooks and loops
Laced the path
Burning minds
Torching trusts
Tightened lasso
Strangling hopes
Frail words
Breaking bonds
Evictions left and right
People forced into a plight
In a darkened tunnel with no light
Pavement Plaza
Pushed onto the streets
No home and nothing to eat
It was a complex and a landlord with no heart
Some were Seniors and changes in family households
No means to make end’s meat
Humanitarian termination
Understanding in complex bills need to be paid
Meanwhile the evicted are stuck with no shade
Some had lived in the complex for years
Now people loss their preserver
The streets became their home
They are all alone
Pavement Plaza is no place to live
Especially living in the outdoors among the elements
Pavement Plaza being the evicted address
The evicted are now under stress
A Landlord could care less.
Joseph had a dream
He innocently shared it with his family
Little did he realize that he was hated by his Siblings
For he was their father’s favorite
And frequently brought their misdeeds to him
His dream further incensed his brothers
And turned them to dream breakers
But the father of all dreams was on Joseph’s side
And so his dream did not succumb to hatred
Nor to the whims and caprices of haters
Cause whom the lord has blessed
No man can curse
Dream breakers can only try
But God has the only say and authority
For Joseph’s dream was not of his creation
But God’s own vision for humanity
The future for them seems bleak
They're crying out to take a peek
In our homes, there's no family unity
All they want is to grasp love
Drugs and violence are running rampant
Children grow up in these neighborhoods
Jobs are not created, so there's no choice
If you would only listen, to our voice
Gang membership, provides a false sense of love
Drug addicts and gangsters we may be
Without jobs and education, we will always be
This is the future of our children
Young people are tired of being stereotyped
All they really want, is to do what's right
Just trust in us, give us much love
And that will give us a little peek
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: June 2003
Inspiration: The prison system