Hope Family Poems | Examples
These Hope Family poems are examples of Family poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Family Hope poems written by international poets.
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.
The Guinness Book of Records
once recorded your name
I never got to meet you
It's a pity, such a shame
You put your longevity down to
never ever getting wed
And a big tot of whiskey
before you went to bed!
You lived to an incredible age of
one hundred and eleven and 121 days
Longevity was on my mother’s side
it’s for good genes I do give praise
I’m not sure I’d like to live that long
I hope to make four score years and ten
But I know one thing’s for certain
lives were so much simpler back then
A family member hurt me today
it left me knowing not what to say
To be honest, I am not sure what I did wrong
It feels like that is my constant song
I am tiptoeing around the relationship
and not sure what will be my next quip
Is it better to stay silent and brood
and hope that healing will come and change the mood?
I will continue to hope and pray
and perhaps for a while, I will stay away
“To ponder is to wander-
midst memories and yonder.”
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I oft ride down my dear memory lane-
recalling those that filled up special years,
to ponder, safeguard those which I retain-
that show my smiles still winning over tears.
I do remember childhood days with joy,
and, reminiscing on my family,
I recollect the ways they helped employ
to shape my life- then pass to me the key.
Nostalgically, I search in retrospect
and call to mind the gifts I leave behind
reflecting all the ways I could connect
accepting strength to foster peace of mind.
I ponder life as I look through this scope-
expand their gifts of love, with faith, and hope.
I am grateful for my ancestors….
all those who have sailed before me down life’s stream…
and I hope from where they’re watching…
I have exceeded their wildest dreams…
And I gladly take my place among them
as I sail down life’s stream…
as I watch my own children and grandchildren
exceed my wildest dreams.
Some gentle hearts,
Souls born to speak grace
Into the lives – some so meek
Some special notes,
Written by the spirits
Inspired by love – love so gentle
Some special people,
Hearts who love and give
Offering light so others can see…
The wonder of this blessing, this family
Family relationships are a key;
Abundant joy they bring (and brought) to me.
Mainstays in how we learn to love and grow;
It seems natural for me to feel so.
Living shared memories we hope will last;
Yearning for those times as the years slip past.
Facing adulthood, ditching childish things;
Using this time well to wait in the wings;
New family formed with the love it brings.
In our first family, we all grow up.
Sometimes, a heavy price is paid,
Maybe, somebody doesn't show up,
but, in this family we're partly made.
Then one day, when we find a mate,
it's our chance to fashion something new,
and so, we hope, then, to create
a family with love that's true.
From the first, we take love we retain,
as in the second, we try again.
Family care as love reigns
and home blooms with joy-wonders my parents tend
breeding well on hearts of kindness midst hope.
With family care, peace rules
while Dad and Mom set family delights
for triumphant togetherness with grace.
Joy bursts midst family care
as sibling bond vanquishes selfishness
letting growth's nurture to flourish freely.
Hope glows in family care's partnership
weaving kinship in the Lord
around blest prayer fellowship, faith-filled.
Loved ones beautify life along family care
prevailing yon goodness
endowed with legacy, birthing blest days.
Heartbeats
Timeless journals
In rhythms, crisp clean pages
Flowing words, warm and welcoming
Soulmates
Soulmates
Silent echoes
Wistful memories, still
As the music plays adoring
True love
True love
Passion and praise
Listening, believing
As the years pass, with family
Heartfelt
Heartfelt
Hopes and prayers
Rising in relations
Reaching through shadows and pain, grace
Kindred
Kindred
Kindness and grace
Trusting in each other
We are meant to be together
Heartbeats
I am grateful for my ancestors…
those I knew…if only for a little while
and those I did not see…
grateful for all the gifts they handed down to me
And knowing I too am an ancestor
some of my family will have known me for a little while
others I will never see
I hope is one day they will also be grateful
for the gifts handed down by me
A a cultivator you hope he might just listen.?
A man who knows how valuble time is'
When other cockys, take the mission
Just to show the wofkings.' Look mate.)
They are not asking..You to just agree.!
They know as do I the, land lie planned
And its where, you never want to go ya'see? Look up (agenda 2030) and think
Of the Burma campaign.' The blood and
Sweat, of your protectors, fighting in swamp and gunshots rain.' Some made it
Back to keep a farm.' Yet others never did.! Though you; enjoyed such freedom
That card, now under the deck is being slid.' And the death card is being shuffled'
In the bush city..? Why not check out the
Game.' Break out some..Bickys and tea
Old mate.? And your? Or our? Cockys, will
Make the any confab; real plain.'
Hand gun
Shoot Theory
Bullets aim
Victims with names
Totally lame
Kill instance
Never stand nor rise
Close to the heart and hitting home
Each door becomes harder to roam
Families who mourn
Freedom that’s said, but hard to believe
Pistols and the hands behind
Wonder and yonder of hope
A world on hate that needs to think and cope
Guns are no joke
Lives cut short
When will guns finally end?
It’s up to Washington to respond in gun’s disappear
Living in Gunsmoke
Away with guns and let’s communicate
Families would love to see guns pull back
Let’s us all associate and appreciate
Guns have no place
Senseless murder a waste.
I am grateful to Johann Wolfgang von Göethe
Who wrote this maxim….
and for all the truth it brings:
There are only two lasting bequests
we can hope to give our children:
One of these is roots
the other one is wings.
My father's always been and is a good man.
For my siblings and I he does what he can.
For me, he showed what kindness means,
And how women must be treated as queens.
My father's always giving me what I need,
So hopefully when I someday succeed,
I can give back to him in ways that matter,
I just hope it is not too much later.
My father cares for our family from afar.
Whenever we visit, our love is a shining star.
He taught me to never go to bed angry
At anybody, 'cause we don't live eternally.
My father is my first teacher of philosophy
In treating all of Earth's humanity fairly.
He taught me that change begins with me.
He is the reason I learned how to just be.