Family Elegy Poems | Examples
These Family Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Family. These are the best examples of Elegy Family poems written by international poets.
From the get-go
My brain played games
Making two plus six hard to learn
Denying reaction to music too.
I found solace in the mop
It never argued back
Or said
“Pina can’t get that.”
Yes, I could.
It was just easier to make you think
I could not.
I married late
Birthed two divine girls
Had no regrets
Smiled to all.
In the end a tumor took me
My brain did not
Fight back.
ALEXANDRIA
I came late to Jesus,
Got cancer before my time,
Watched my husband die,
Found my baby drowned.
What did I do wrong?
Followed His church’s way,
Never missed a Sunday mass,
Confessed my sins religiously.
Refused to hear the call
For contraception—
That was not God’s way.
I made Him a dozen babies.
Why’d he punish me?
My faith wasn’t always strong.
Still, I never strayed,
Took communion regularly.
I prepare myself to meet my Maker.
Doctor says I only have a day or two.
Jesus, come to me—
Save me from eternal void.
At the grave side
Always a moment for
deep reflection
About life and its fleeting
nature
We are reminded that life
is but a breath
We are a breath short before
we join the dead.
The grave though silent, yet
speaks volumes
It tells the story of a life once
lived
Love once shared and legacies
left.
Questions coming to the fore
Am l living or existing
Am I leaving a legacy
Am I loving enough and
Am i giving enough
Thoughts at the grave side.
(Written on the 3rd of December, 2024)
Her struggling gait and wrinkled face
Reflected grief for her dead mate.
She’d lost her family at great cost
Before she entered society’s lost.
I passed her every day on streets
And thought she was a deadbeat.
She did not have delusions grand
And only craved a kindly hand.
She limped her way down city streets
With no one’s help and nil to eat.
She had no home and widely roamed
Before she spent her nights alone.
Her shrunken frame and knotted mane
Hid the fact that she was lame.
She struggled for her every breath
And every day she cheated death.
Ghosts like her die alone
And no one hears their final moan.
They fade away like apparitions,
Victims of Man’s blindered vision.
Quote By Poet: "Tears are rain from the eyes."
When the phone rings,
it is 1:30 AM.
A doctor saying,
your dad is gone.
How did I manage to say,
thanks for your call?
Tears filled my eyes and face,
my dad is gone but how could that be?
My hero of a man,
who left his home~family~to fight a war.
A dad who took the time,
to help with homework.
His wisdom was everlasting,
"a winner never quits and a quitter never wins."
My memories drift off,
to a great man and dad.
One who loved his,
family and country.
Where the beach would find him,
fishing the blue sea.
He was called friend,
because he was a friend to all.
Shadow of a poet
Writer I never met
Voice of a poet
Words on hearts etched
Beyond the shadow of death
Heavens and earth wept
Shadow of life
In a poet's soul rise
Howl fir tree, the cedar is fallen
From this narrow lane of time,
from this uncertain strait and burdens
from these enclaves of wearying vanity fair,
from this time bound journeying among mortals,
from its temporal “Joys” and many sorrows,
from pain of fickle frame,
from the cheers and Jeers,
from time to time innumerable,
from mortality to immortality,
from Death to Life beyond.
this Jordan in-between,
here i mourn before my time,
but in Hope beyond the grave,
Through the everlasting covenant,
Left with your memories,
Rest Maami,
Adieu.
Dedicated to the priceless gift of providence.
The Best Mother to walk this earth.
In Remembrance of Trevor John Starr
1st September 1945 – 5th November 2016
For Trevor
There are no words for you to say
to someone you’ve loved so long
Brother, Husband, Father, Pop
the parting just seems wrong
and now it’s time to say goodbye
as you try hard, to be so strong
You remember all they have been through
the love, the trouble, the strife
and remember days of happiness
as you recall their life
And walk with them, down memory lane
as scenes go passing by
remember you knew and loved them
and it’s alright to cry
Written by Trevor’s brother-in-law Bob Moore,
for Trevor’s sister Lorraine
and his family
Narration by his sister Lorraine
A lovely lass gone before seven.
Born with a fast pass straight for heaven.
Why a charming child should die so young?
Cracking the hearts of her loved ones.
For all who have struggled with the why.
Our mother penned the perfect reply.
Carved it on her gravestone so we,
And all the rest of the world could see.
God required her sweet little hands
To paint his rainbows over our land.
We have lost, yet, another imperfect friend.
A family man, whose lapse took decades to amend.
Whose congeniality in gentility will always abide,
whose search for universal equality in us still resides.
Let none who have not serve so reply.
Mourn, Edward Kennedy has died.
for Sam
We take turns stabbing
with our shovel at rocky clay dirt
until the cut's deep
enough for what little remains
of our family dog.
Warm wet salt drops--
on my tongue as
I sip wine from a fragile glass
Stare through to hawks
swimming in October winds
circling hills full of Diablo
full of still,
old oaks--
small,
petrified, bony.
In circumstances unknown
She left this world alone;
Neath the fast flowing Ouse-
Judge not nor accuse!
This lovely wife of thirty-one
Whose beauty does transfix and stun;
Dying in circumstance unknown-
Leaving Arthur bereft,alone!
Heartbroken,distraught he searched
In weather so bitter and cold;
Until a final illness took hold--
A family tragedy,manifold!
Orphan Lily wept alone,
just five with no family home;
The Great War now just begun-
Her tiny world,undone!
In circumstances unknown,
Frances left this world alone;
Her legacy lingered to expand-
In the fair looks,of her daughters-grand!