Inspiration Family Poems | Examples
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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
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
Oh do, let us dream, Lord, of a peaceful and shining, promising day.
To realize the value of poets we know, and incude the ignored or unknown!
Refusing the faces of negativity, humbly walking in your ways, shown.
Always remind us, please, to go to the light, where thy glory, doth lay!
I realize that not all of us have a family to sit down and have a dinner to share.
But if you do, light your candles to make this confused world, radiantly bright!
After dinner, go to the family window forthwith, inhale Spring’s sweetest night.
See your silhouettes in the moonlight, on a tender carpet on this evening rare!
Poem 1
3/9/2024
I waited as tears
wallowed, how so can it be e'er
so, e'er different
tears are the depth of you
it empties from
the void
the absence
of them
I need them
in to my life
there the abyss
the hollow
the echoing
they are so vivid
I live for them
I miss them
it's less than
four minutes till
the year twenty-twenty four
who knew
Brothers first
but Dad between Brothers
a Sister
then Mom
then Sisters
one minute
less than
and less
fireworks outside
more and more
I turned
midnight
Hawaii
Aloha
my family ...
12:01 a.m.
Hilo, Hawaii
cemetery uphill
they can hear it too
they see me
just plain
simple
no drama
I'm smiling
I smile
for my son
I smile
for them
S M I L E O U R S O N O U R B R O T H E R M Y D A D
mocha dream this chocolate blend
whip cream clouds a sweet trend
coffee hug cocoa love
flavor fused from above
indulge a mug with a friend.
lean fields topped up shedding trees in fullness~~glean pluck play togetherness
A righteous reward harvesting,
one mind in accord gathering,
the autumn seasoning succeeds,
as Promise holds the prayer beads.
Induced to wake and chase the sun
as day's light trim will soon outrun,
prayer that lengthen intercedes,
as Promise holds the prayer beads.
The market is a lively place,
as empty shelves are filled with grace,
as farmers glee fulfilling needs,
as Promise holds the prayer beads.
A good day greets a setting sun,
the barn door's closed seems all is done,
the pastures gleaned as breath recedes,
as Promise holds the prayer beads.
A washed soul grasps a warm embrace,
shared labored love well set in place,
feast awaits as prayer precedes,
true love holds to the prayer beads.
All the while you're so pretty
Making everyone smile all in line
With you we stay all day plenty
Our hearts you strum like a guitar
We never asked any piece of you
All the while you're so pretty
Showing simple things that delight us
Blowing bubbles of laughter that relieve us
Each morning you come out like a clown
You always make us whole, not frown
All the while you're so pretty
Pretty in many ways, keeping us so jolly
Each night your brilliance never fades
In and out your goodbye never bades
Coming back and seeing us, making us all pretty
All the while you're so pretty
Women in my Family…
Our only family that’s left
Mothers all are we
Elevated in the blessed
Nurturing of our children and
Inspiring them to be their best
Nice and kind to others
Making sure they know the Bible
Yearning for them to dwell with God
Family includes all races and creeds
Allowing for religious diversity
Memorizing the teachings of Jesus
I was taught this way and
Like my mother our traditions stand
Year after year, forever
6-14-22
~First Place~
Women in my family Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
*The first line of the poem belongs to Ellen Bass: Women in my family
KEEP SMILING
family event
like walking through a minefield
keep neutral and smile
FREEDOM
standing on own feet
at last no more apron strings
liberty feels strange
GLOBAL WARMING
cornucopia
horn of plenty is half full
harvesting impact
Long hours spent over the dirty laundry
Mum knew hard work
was something
worthwhile
with
sweet
flavors
providing
whispers of hope
within the borders of our happy home
Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Image inspiration is Number 2
November 17, 2020
Bull bawling with hope
For the new dawn’s feeding trough
Calling for kindness
~
Hay, yellow and dry
Covers the barn floor with hope
For fresh times within
~
Chickens pecking dust
Crowing echoes in the morn
Through signs of the sun
~
Pigs oink in their pen
Craving the food that sustains
Nourishing their dreams
~
Cow pouring white milk
While the calf longs for the tit
Butter and cheese thoughts
M aking their way from nothing
O pening their hearts for others
U sing what they have on hand
N ature seems to draw them in
T ime keeps them always alert
A mazing grace is a part of church
I nner peace comes from hope
N ever giving up on a Holy God
P recious people in their souls
E very one knows everyone
O ver the hill they send love
P resented by caring and kindess
L ove that adores with serene joy
E veryone here loves the mountains
To This Garden
by M. Griswold
07112020
To this garden I will feed and tend.
Without ceasing, without any end.
Toiling ever in love’s sweet labor.
Minding not of sacrifice’s ill flavor.
Daily, I will pluck out unwanted weeds.
Then gently caress the newborn seeds.
Watering and pampering their every need.
To maturity I, this garden, will always feed.
Weathering storms of darkened skies.
Shielding the winds of wilting demise.
Protecting always this garden's pure flower.
Armored with love's full blooming power.
For it's our future, this garden, you see.
Our dreams, our wishes, our rhapsody.
To this garden of love, I will attend.
Without ceasing, without end.
A family
by blood
and some
not
of blood,
but a family
of love
and
compassion.
A family
that lifts
your
self-esteem
with truth
and
inspiration.
A family
that always
stands
by your side
no matter
if the sea
is calm
or
madden
with
torrent waves.
1/13/2020