Family Children Poems | Examples
These Family Children poems are examples of Children poems about Family. These are the best examples of Children Family poems written by international poets.
Mother's love is always running Nonparallel
Surely Normal Natural Human Instinct.
No Controversy at all, Quite Distinct.
Continuous Fluent Flow ! Unidirectional !
The greatest bliss of my life to glitter and shine
is children, while raising up and caring them.
My Family tree to grow , Me being Stem.
The siblings are just branches in between.
In their childhood, I was the light to show way.
Being grown up they turned my success after all.
Siblings prosper and to impress each and all.
The strong branches are cheerful, joyous, to sway.
It’s raining of sunless pleasure; smiles and frowns.
Exacting - the priceless presence of nature.
Who will save this family; its ups and downs…
What doesn’t work - scolding of ‘rents’s-legislature.
Oh, we saw the littles pull the drain, the sounds
Of fallen oaks, branches running; teenagers.
Little feet slip and slide; it’s a muddy mess.
Let the kids make tracks - must let go to possess.
As parents,
we never know what a child will ask.
All we can do is,
be prepared.
Out of the blue I was asked,
"which one do you love more?"
That was an easy question and answer.
When I give out cookies,
each of you get the same number.
Because I love you each equally.
Just a bit after midnight
The fridge hums in the background
An old clock quietly ticks
As she turns the pages
A quiet house exhales
Chapters still to write
Sorrow has found solace here
Laughter an echo chamber
Children a place to be children
Adults allowed to join them
She is scarred, this old house
Stories to go with each one
Hockey sticks, baseballs,
Jump ropes and roller skates
Her windows stick
The doors and floors squeak
Pencil marks tell of a family’s growth
Tape marks recall art exhibits
We will sleep well tonight
Listening to the gentle heartbeat
Of an old house whispering
Just a bit after midnight
Anthony, we were only eight.
Your gentle soul recognized & spoke to mine.
A family move separated us.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
They built a life from second chances~
his divorce long past,
her first marriage finally found in him,
two late-in-life soulmates
who learned tenderness the hard way.
Together they raised children
who were never hers by blood
but wholly hers in devotion~
managing medications, meltdowns,
the fragile labor of special-needs care
that society applauds
but never supports.
Now the phone stays silent.
No calls. No cards.
Distance has become an alibi
for abandonment.
Their loneliness grows heavy,
a quiet emergency
no agency tracks,
no policy names,
no system prepares for.
And the question echoes
through their dimly lit home~
Who will care for the caretakers
when the world they held together
lets go of them?
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.
at the foot of a mountain
on the outskirts of heaven
an excavation
unearths remnants of bliss
empty coffers
in pools of plasma
failed to open or close
our hearts at this
poignant juncture
three little angels
huddle by the fire
their wings refuse
to give flight
as the piper's fife
serenades us all
Once our home was filled with love,
from God up above.
My kitchen had delicious foods cooking away,
as children played near by.
Many family and dear friends,
laughed and loved in my rooms of old.
One by one they went away,
all promising to come back someday.
My once pretty garden is now all weeds,
even the birds will not come near.
I'm A Forgotten Home,
I once was filled with love.
Sunlight crackles in trill of daytime
grasses ripple on clay so moist
family rushes for quick juice
love swaying past doorway
car kevs zoom a sound
children run off--
before byes
son plants...
kiss
May we blessed to remember…
It’s up to us introduce our children to love and family
to nature…to the the wonder of imagination…and books
And help them to discover magic…everywhere they look…
But when we introduce them to hatred, war and prejudice,
destroy their families…their homes…their nature…ban their books
when we make survival the only purpose of their day…
What are they to do…
when we’ve taken all the magic away?
Parents-
caring, sharing,
encouraged me always,
respected and loved. Sadly missed
both gone
Husband-
he is my rock
married young, we eloped,
together now for fifty years- still
in love.
Children-
one girl, two boys,
always fun and loving,
fantastic kids, all great adults
so proud.
Grandkids-
one boy, six girls,
bringing so much delight,
always give me a hug and kiss
feel blessed.
My friends-
are like diamonds,
each one a precious gem,
they sparkle in my daily life
true finds.
Parents have a sacred responsibility.
Children need to be surrounded by harmony.
Adults, get your priorities straight.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Nipping snowflakes light
Crisp whispered winter's cold bite.
Christmas still darkness
used absolute dazzling charm
on a crystalline white rug.
Above the snow clouds,
silence watched Jolly Santa
and his reindeer fly
with "Ho-Ho-Ho," and the thrilled
sound of light jingling sleigh bells.
The little children
And family round decked tree
on early morning,
with the halls decked with holly,
presents in the brightest wrap.
Memories I have from long ago
shine through brightly of falling snow
The winters were long and the snow was high
We'd climb frozen mountains up to the sky
Angels fluttering on the pure white ground
children catching snowflakes on their tongues all around
Mr. Snowman silently waits
as we roll up his wife and family of eight
We skated until we could not stand
then we would crawl back to land
Dawdling home at the end of the day
all worn out from a long day of play
There was the aroma of cocoa waiting for us
at bedtime for wasn't any energy for fuss
The next day we'd start all over again
I think the snow was deeper when I was ten.