Broken Family Poems | Examples
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Love makes a family not always blood
Most often relatives do bond and trust
Those they grow with and are born to
But family can be adopted or married into
Family is a blessing especially when strong
Talent and character often home grown
But even when separated due to life chance
Bond still felt by family welcoming open hands
Sometimes family experience some drama
Things happen causing turquoise trauma
Yet where there’s love and forgiveness indeed
Broken can be mended by family unity
If you are like me and experienced abuse
There’s nothing anyone can say of your truth
You’ve only got to be true to yourself
Good family is better than wealth
Despite hardships angst times stormy sea
It’s important to have in life a good family
Dad was a drunk,
belligerent when he drank whiskey ;
sloppy when he drank beer.
Mom lived in fear,
but until death was more than a key,
it was happy homemaker funk
that didn’t consider it takes two
to make dreams come true,
with no nightmare brew
putting things askew~
broken nose
with purple bruises,
and no amount of poet’s prose
could fool the muses
or the small town gossips
who offered no consolation prizes
"If
It ain't
Broken, don't
Fix it", and yet
I'd been nothing but
A toy, a doll to dress.
It was so easy as kids
To make up scenarios that
Would magically fix our broken hopes;
Back then, we were allowed to cry freely.
"There's no use crying over spilt milk -"
I get it now, so stop talking;
At the window where I hoped
That I'd fly if I jumped,
My tears had dried up
And soured like
Some useless
Dried-up
Drink.
You are gone and I am okay.
In fact, I wanted it this way.
For you, life was a machete.
I always wished you to be free.
Leaving us for months, sometimes years,
made me often spill grieving tears
or scream aloud my sibling's plea.
I always wished you to be free.
I lived with a broken heart stain
and thought with an aching brain strain.
Was such fated for you and me?
I always wished you to be free.
Even though due to a health lack,
I was glad events brought you back.
Three years joined before death took thee.
I always wished you to be free.
Guilt consumes one's mind and leads to buying into someone else's
mind games played comparable to chess power and control.
Promises one never makes yet stand accused Clasp, accept
trust that there will be confusion, and Let it go. Guiltiness
Some say she is tripping and downplaying her role in her past
disappointments from people closest to her. Guiltiness
Once trust is broken, words are like dust blowing in the
wind. Guiltiness
No matter what race, there's always family
Nothing else bonds that closeness and love
When life looks gloomy, there's the family
When there's no where to go, you have family
Families are rich, families are poor
Some of us have those close knit families
Then there are those from broken homes
Without unity of family, exist many problems
In today's society, it's self evident that
Though many problems exist, and growing fast
This family suffers from "broken homes blues"
However, they are still family
As a people, we mirror our environment
Seeing and living one kind of life
Being blinded from life's realities
This is, the importance of family
Author: Floyd Nea;
Date: July 2003
Inspiration: Family struggles
You come to me in my dreams
A foggy night a distant memory
I will never see you in life
But I’ll share your face in time
Family roots tender torn apart
Broken due to slavers cold heart
What was meant for evil we pray
Leads to blessings victory days
First black president of USA
And black First Lady descendant of slaves
Family history tree with roots so old
Despite being beaten separated sold
Victory is your blessed rainbow
First female president make it so
Glass
Slivers
Broken chards
In the kitchen
We are all barefoot
Daddy’s eyes are not sharp
Baby wants to help of course
Big sister takes baby upstairs
Mama heads for the broom and dustpan
I don't remember happy things that made me laugh with joy.
Like catching frogs and climbing trees like a proper little boy.
Walking around in broken shoes and dirty clothes that smelt
Going to bed with no food and beatings with a belt
.
Parents that would drink and be gone all weekend.
Having to play make-believe because I didn't have any friends
And when Christmas came no smiles and happy noise
Money spent on getting drunk not getting any toys.
I got used to this way of life because that is how it was meant to be
I wonder what life would have been like with a different family.
Does politeness in your family well up like
a seed in jagged rocks in the tundra night?
Do manners brew in the black cauldron
with garlic, onions and eye of newt?
Does your family season its conversation with
gallons of salt, while forgetting to add sugar?
Would you rather season your conversation
with extra hot ghost pepper sauce?
Does your family function like a Mentos
that has been stuck inside a bottle full of Coke?
Or maybe your family function is like
vinegar and baking soda mixed in a blender?
If that is your family welcome to broken,
welcome to the ashes, and the dawning of a traumatic normal.
Just because they're blood.
Doesn't mean you must forever leave the front door open.
When their latest scheme lies parched and broken.
Just because they're blood, they still view you as prey.
Something soft - a thin boned toy.
To be tossed about, chewed upon...
Ultimately flayed- unholy, destroyed.
Secure your heart's window.
Hang a no vacancy sign.
A clove of garlic.
Because blood or not, some people never change.
They're born with wings but develop fangs.
Forever restless and selfishly opaque.
Love is the strangest of emotions
We can turn it on and off most of the time
But there are times we lose control
Especially in the company of a pretty woman
So why does this happen
We see an attractive person of the opposite sex
And lose control of our emotions
We stutter and stammer our speech is broken
Our face turns a crimson red
A definite sign that step one has been successful
From there it's only a matter of time
If the feelings are mutual
Then it's finally a game... the process has begun
To potentially could lead to a family of four
Sometimes families are broken
This is no fault of anyone
It's grueling to navigate this world
This is true for everyone
Past histories passed down
Sometimes families are broken
Can't control your lineage
Or words already spoken
No need for despair to endure
Shift the tide on the generational divide
Sometimes families are broken
But but there's hope on the other side
Opportunities abound to improve
Boundless chances to be awoken
Things don't have be the same
Just because sometimes families are broken
Thanking God, His most graciousness, I am all healed.
Totally at peace, my grateful body now feels.
Crushed knee, thigh broken in two pieces.
I howled uncontrollably,with no ceases.
Trauma center,six hour surgery.
Hospital, heaven on earth!
Food for royalty.
Kindness galore.
Perfection!
Tribute to UC Davis Trauma Center, Sacramento, California
Thank you, miracle workers!
Pangie Romios
Note to poets. Horrendous fall in November. Took 6 months to heal.
How great the ability to walk is! It feels akin to flying.
Thanks to all of you who wrote, read my poetry and supported me.
And a first class family, who stood by me, on this long road to
recovery.
All of you are angels!
5/21/2022
A few reminders of Christmases past --
Broken ornaments we could not set free
Once perfect tree-top angel, I’m aghast,
Bulbs too large for this down-sized tree
Children gone, only gifts for you and me.
A metal tree stand that no longer works
Moving furniture to make room for a tree,
Stories of celebrations with their funny quirks
The cat's tree fascination drove us all crazy
Preparing for visits from our distant family.
written December 26, 2021