Beautiful Family Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Family poems are examples of Family poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Family Beautiful poems written by international poets.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
Written with love and appreciation to all at Poetry Soup by scottydotti the poet
31/07/2026 5am
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Summer is a beautiful season for
'Get-togethers' and Family Reunions.
This poem is dedicated to all such
Gatherings. Happy reunions to all.
FOREVER, from one generation to another
AWESOME, like nothing else in this life
MERCY, like no where else
INSPIRATION begins with family
LOVE, at family like no place else
YESTERDAY is never to be forgotten
While I hide in the shadows
I tell you “Your scars are beautiful” yet
I wear the last name SCHNADELBACH like an old ugly scar around my neck
You tell me don’t write anything using that name
So, I hide my work, the very identity of who I am.
I go to church,
yet they tell me that I am out of alignment, to make a choice,
So, I did
I walked away from man’ religious laws.
Then I am asked “why are you hiding?”
It seems like the very moment I stick my head up
I get kicked to the curb.
But God does not live in their alignment.
He is here, in the dust on the pavement,
Holding the pen they tried to break.
They see an ugly scar;
I see the skin, the face, the heart that healed.
I will stop hiding.
My name is a story, and it is time I write the ending.
A little life, a brand-new start,
Placed gently in a parent’s heart.
We ask for peace to guard their way,
And wrap them safely night and day.
May God grant wisdom deep and clear,
To guide their steps through every year.
With open doors and pathways bright,
And opportunity in sight.
With tiny hands and eyes so wide,
May heavenly favor be their guide.
A gift of hope, a love so true,
We bless this little life anew.
Like a garden is my family - mostly sisters,
for I and they grew up without our father.
The oldest, I’m September’s aster,
gathering words like rain as in wind’s rhythm I sway.
After me is Jen, a gracious geranium, abloom with generosity.
Third in line is charming Mel, a marigold smiling in the sun.
Fourth is Dori, a hardy diligent daylily enduring many a storm.
Last is Thea. A delicate Mimosa, she gives and requires tenderness.
At garden’s center is our mother, our ever-loving spiritual rose.
Surrounding us all are beautiful friends, our sister flowers.
Old Family Photo Album
Family photo album
The entire family is long deceased
Album ends up in a thrift store
Full of beautiful family photos and history
Sits on shelf unsold
Gathering dust
How lucky I have been in life…
to have a loving wife and a beautiful blended family…
to have a home in Florida where our children grew up
and a family cabin in NC….
If we are lucky…one beautiful family and one home
is a milestone we will reach…..
I am grateful I’ve been blessed….
for having two of each.
I am grateful for understanding
during this and every holiday season
something that always gives my heart a lift…
How…when I’m searching for the ideal present
I remember
any time spent together with my family…
is already a beautiful gift.
He would leave home, seek adventure, and explore the wide world.
Would it be so hard to remember those who meant the most to him?
Not really, as they would be as close as a finger snap.
He would woo the most beautiful girl and make her his queen.
They would have a big family, and one day grow old together,
that is, until they had an acrimonious divorce.
He would live for his dreams and would fight for his ideals.
So many would be deeply influenced by his groundbreaking work,
specially the policyholders of his employer.
His story would inspire a host of ardent admirers
Hey, what is going on around here? Is there some kind of mix up?
It seems to me that I have been born into the wrong life.
May we be blessed to understand…an eventually see
how important it is to tend to, cultivate and nurture
our ever-growing family tree
For only a healthy tree with strong and healthy roots
can grow healthy leaves and branches
and produce healthy…beautiful fruits.
My mother is the woman I most admire.
As a preteen she lit my inner strength's fire,
With the words, "You have a strong spirit,"
After I told her how I bear with all of it.
My mother is the most beautiful woman,
In looks and in how she does all she can.
She always taught me to be independent.
We share memories of times we had spent.
My mother is the one who saved my life
Three times in childhood epilepsy so rife.
She taught me what love is and isn't,
Even when our moments were unpleasant.
My mother is my own secret role model,
Because I can never be on her same level
Due to my neurodivergent frame of mind,
But her sincere love for me is forever kind.
Pointed at his heart
Ready for its start
Pointed at her eyes
Where a future lies
Pointed at her hand
For what he had planned
Offered the ring
Diamond, sparkling
So proclaiming his love
Before the gods above
Traced her tear
Not of fear
But of joy and elation
Upon a new foundation
A new life to spend together
In sunshine
And stormy weather
Just Walking hand in hand
Upon laping beaches;
Their toes crushing the sand
Sunken moons
Blissful noons
Sounds of their childrens' laughter
The Ivy adorned rafter
The glowing hearth fire
Seeing life entire
How like a dream
It could all seem
But when he looks at her
Knowing no dream better
Than her beautiful smile
Fingers
Long, slender
Tapping, painting, holding
Creating tiny canvases for my niece
Pinking, twinkling, glittering
Tiny, cherished
Nails
Can we do it together?
“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.
She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.
“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we do it together?” she asked.
I laughed and then walked to the bus stop. It happened many years ago.
She was very young. Innocent. She lived in Hayes, and I lived in Wembley.
I often think of her honest, pure glaze and beautiful black eyes. Hmm.
But I don’t know where she is now. Hmm. Too late. I was very stupid. Live alone