Trials Family Poems | Examples
These Trials Family poems are examples of Family poems about Trials. These are the best examples of Family Trials poems written by international poets.
A person one loves
Mom of one and all that strives
O'er and under the bed who searches for you
The one that lits the candle
and sleeps with you
Honor thy Mother for life
Even without lost pictures
or unknown origin of life that bow
Remember who you are
From her, you survived and lived
what you are and how
On and off the roads you hop and grow
Reels of trials and challenges you blow
Life lived with or without a mother
In your heart you needed a sister or a brother
Forever a memory you keep and live by
Every night and day you ask, "Why?"
Mark Toney's Picture Prompt
How quickly time transforms lives
from youthful days of innocence
to having lived through decades
of happiness and burdensome trials.
Fortunate, if in the eyes of our progeny,
we are appreciated as family.
If they see us and hear us,
it means we've earned a place in their lives.
One, that someday will be only a memory,
hopefully one that makes them smile.
In the heart's embrace, love finds its home,
Where souls entwine, no longer alone.
A promise made, a bond so true,
In marriage vows, we start anew.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Activism's flame, a fire sought.
Voices raised, for justice's call,
In unity, we stand tall.
Love's gentle touch, activism's might,
Together they shine, day and night.
In love, we find the strength to fight,
For a world where all is right.
So let us walk, hand in hand,
Spreading love across the land.
With hearts ablaze and spirits bright,
Love, marriage, and activism unite.
Framed picture of jubilant Mom and Dad
Brightens home with their smiles, constantly glad
Cheering family midst trials so bad
By their faith in God*, smiting being sad
Against pressures that victoriously add
Loving kindness for togetherness-clad
Abode, place of pride which our lass and lad
Claim as legacy of Grand Mom and Dad.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
February 2, 2022
1st place, "Pride of Place" Monorhyme Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 2/9/2022.
Left His Heavenly Kingdom to be born to be born with humble manger with Animals
Was a target for murder from the moment of His birth
Accused of leading and deceiving people
Was arrested as a criminal
Knew that even His own death would not be able to save whom He loved
Was criticized by His own Methods
Was insulted and called names
Was rejected by disciples
Anticipated His upcoming great suffering that even His sweat became drops of blood
Although pronounced “Not guilty”, was chosen for death by a mob of people over a true murderer
These are Jesus Christ’s trials and Suffering
He suffered all these things for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven
Family bonding times decades ago
Can never be buried in oblivion
Since they can be fully resurrected
Via uploaded delightful pictures
With hashtags, “joyous reminiscences.”
Here am I succumbing to “throw-back” bliss
Of our home’s mirth with Dad, Mom and siblings
Warmed by love's glow in praying together
While feasting on God’s blessings midst trials
Thanking Him for peace, faith, mercy and grace!*
*2John 1:3 Grace be with you, mercy, and peace, from God the Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Father, in truth and love.
September 28, 2018
3rd Place, "Lines of ten that remind you what it was like back then" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 10/5/2018.
The tree of life grows limbs above,
Its strength began in roots of love...
Each limb's branches may grow apart
Yet venture not far from its heart.
Concentric circles share great worth
In trials it has endured since birth,
Having weathered many a storm
Defined by bent or twisted form.
Still beauty reigns throughout the years
In steadfast growth with hopes and fears,
As earthlife seasons come and go
A will to carry on and know,
Though treasured limbs may break and die,
Newest growth reaches for the sky.
Seedlings will spread, divine and free...
In honor of the mother tree.
© Connie Marcum Wong
My family is a family
Of strong women
Of that there is no doubt
These women
Have withstood
The challenges of their times.
All of life’s trials
The worst of the worst
History has not been kind
Deaths, rapes and murders
They have had to live with daily
Live with on their minds.
Unexpected circumstance
Have tested my ancestral women
And they somehow survived
And somehow they managed to live on
Sometimes all alone
And to go on and to thrive.
And now in the Halls of History
They can stand up and be counted
Among those women
Among the best of the best
Those who are still considered to be
Strong Women.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved