Family Poems | Poems About Families and Relatives

They inhale the poisonous substance, adduction had no power over resistance; their brain's responsiveness is too slow: look at them: their glance is so mellow! This is the offspring of the floating potheads, they renounce everything that means strides; they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes: soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. " Vacant glances and sunken...

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I love you both with all my heart, But Mum, you tore that love apart. You made me choose, you made me cry, While Dad was left to wonder why. You spoke of him with poisoned tongue, Bad words for ears still far too young. You painted him in shades of wrong, And made me feel I don’t belong. He wasn’t perfect, neither...

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Today I’m grateful for the deep roots and long branches of my family tree… for all the ancestors I’ve never know… who are a part of me. ...

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I woke up on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She...

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From distance far she came; From California she drove; Notwithstanding the pain. About halfway here, she stopped in South Dakota, picking up a family of special friends. Together they braved the stormy weather; wind, rain, big rigs and low visibility, driving till they nearly dropped. It was to see us, they came. with a love so deep and pure. We felt so honored and respected. Oh,...

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Conversations with my father, Bittersweet, and maybe sad Conversations with my father Talks that we never had. Companionably silent As we set off walking Neither of us known For doing too much talking Down Lambwath road To Billy Bulson’s farm, Each with a broken 12 bore Tucked safely underarm. I was at his hospital bedside On the day that he died Once alone in the car I...

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"...Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. [7] Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it." ~Ecclesiastes 12:6-7 KJV Bible he...

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To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've...

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"You know .. Trying to be good doesn't guarantee they gonna notice Leave alone appreciate it All they see is probably trash Constantly making you feel like such Pushing you to the wall Threats fired soon as you try to stand tall Fighting something that feels like bipolar With a feeling of isolation n hatred doesn't help You really know when...

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An Old Family Cemetery headstones, row after row, like jagged teeth with old, bleached bones beneath each stone etched with family memories each stone names family histories a wealth of generational information some from the founding of the nation a treasure trove for a genealogist and plenty of stories for a mythologist all of the family’s ancestors are in the cemetery sequestered ...

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Dear Ma, if this letter finds Your gentle hands, your quiet eyes, Knowing I have fallen where silence climbs, Beneath a blood-rubbed, broken sky. The wind here howls like wolves in chains, Gnawing the bones of godless ground. The trees wear coats of charred remains, Their arms outstretched but never found. Our prayers are whispered into mud, Where poppies bloom from brothers' blood. And every...

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A man went from Prince to King Inherited his father’s throne and crown Living in a castle in wide open spaces through the colony Excellence and Elegance style Beauty of sparkling sequence of the Red and White robe Razzle and Dazzle Sense of power Fortune of Wealth Leverage of honor Total privilege Throughout the castle Soldiers and the help standing at attention Bowing and curtsy Sword within...

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I opened my mouth to let them speak They told us their story of black fatigue I let their words seep through me Pen to paper their stories complete The words flowing My need for purpose growing The words I'm seeing We're full of meaning The stories the words told I let them unfold They had me in a chokehold I knew they should be known...

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REMEMBERING UNCLE DOUG: (Written by Michelle L. LeBlanc 05/24/2025) Your love will always be remembered As will your heart for family & friends Thank you for your love and kindness And your heart to give a helping hand Though today your ashes are buried in the soil Your love is deposited in our hearts And although we may not see...

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When I look into my grandmother's eyes I see what she's had to sacrifice When I look into my grandmother's eyes I see a lifetime of pain she's carried When I look into my grandmother's eyes I see the hurt of not being accepted When I look into my grandmother's eyes I see Someone who once despised her beautiful...

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