Family House Poems | Examples
These Family House poems are examples of House poems about Family. These are the best examples of House Family poems written by international poets.
Knick-knacks
lost gems of past
family photos and jewels
old recipes and grandpa's pipe
heirlooms
It’s not a house; it’s a home
where memories bloomed.
They’ve traveled with me
wherever I’ve roamed.
It’s not the house;
not the doors and walls.
Foundation was the family;
its eyes and hands, that held.
It’s a home; it’s always been -
my inner eyes still see
the rooms of living and family,
warmth at hearth and table.
The doors and walls retain
the sound of children,
Dad’s unmuffled old car
and the scent of good eating.
It’s not a house; it’s a home
where memories bloomed.
They’ve traveled with me
wherever I’ve roamed.
Just a bit after midnight
The fridge hums in the background
An old clock quietly ticks
As she turns the pages
A quiet house exhales
Chapters still to write
Sorrow has found solace here
Laughter an echo chamber
Children a place to be children
Adults allowed to join them
She is scarred, this old house
Stories to go with each one
Hockey sticks, baseballs,
Jump ropes and roller skates
Her windows stick
The doors and floors squeak
Pencil marks tell of a family’s growth
Tape marks recall art exhibits
We will sleep well tonight
Listening to the gentle heartbeat
Of an old house whispering
Just a bit after midnight
We were at Canandaigua Lake,
but the house was facing the other way
It was you, me, and my sisters
The house was bigger,
but unstable
You wouldn't listen to me
about the roof
When the sky was black,
I brought in beach chairs
and locked all the doors
We jumped under the covers
and tried to feel warm
Then we felt ice on our fingertips
We looked up
Hail was falling from Heaven
my house is open
a sanctuary for youth
t.v. pillows, floor
Sun reflect—
soporific effect
of sultry, languorous afternoon.
A photo album, open in an attic room,
of my family and dear friends gone all too soon.
Phantasmagorically fey—
gallimaufry in stray
disarray.
Here we G O again!
O F F to the Christmas H O U S E…
the tradition at least five years old
and not an official tour spot,
just some ‘hood nearby.
Its bright lights of merry
drew us for the first time.
People would pull over, get out
of their cars, walk on the grass.
We were told the family set it up
to invite all - a home away from
the N O R T H PO L E…
The decoration has changed a bit.
When first we went, the singing flowers
would freak out my grandson - the boy
would want to punch it. There was a Teddy bear
whose arms would hug you and S N O W.
This night, I told my grand I would take his pic.
He says, “No, let me,” and pulls out his phone
to video the eye-popping display.
Kids today! Traditions! I believe!
My baby's never got to be insecure.
Truth is he is the only one I want to nurture.
My neighbours are just my found family.
My only friends where I live here really.
My home girl is more like a mother figure,
My former home boy was like a father figure,
My two friends are each more like a brother,
My other gals are just each like a sister.
My building is where I feel the least lonely.
My love is why I am now even more happy.
My life is not always the most lovely.
My homies are the ones who make it lively.
My love life is so much better than before.
My love loves me back like it isn't a chore.
Even as I spend time with them, I'll love him,
For with him, life will never again feel grim.
The pavement in front of great-great grandmother's
house has become pitted, scarred and worn away
from the feet of young ones, sisters and brothers,
making their way for the next overnight stay;
they never were shy to race one another
to be first through the door for a hug most gay~
today the house has been sold, sidewalk repaired,
still that old pavement held memories well shared..
May we be blessed to live in a house
with a loving, caring and supportive family…
A house where every room we walk into
awakens a memory..
Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!!
"Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please."
"Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?"
" I'm not dealing with Meathead, you, and these brats all night, Na"
" Edith don't give Snickers bars, they're my favs, are you crazy?"
Michael Tor
Inspired by Lin Lane
Archie Bunker was
a rude SOB he starred
in a sitcom called All
In The Family. He had
no manners and
treated his wife Edith
like she was dumb,
but Edith was smarter
than him...
The Haunted House
Ravaged by the winters passed
Heart ripped out, left to cold
Peeling paint, windows smashed
What secrets does the old house hold
On many nights can be seen
Behind the curtains rotting lace
Spirits of those caught between
This world and their resting place
Is said that many years ago
A maniac went mad in there
And in the mayhem he let flow
The family now haunt in despair
Soon the building will be gone
A new home on the site we’ll see
The ghosts will not be moving on
Forever locked in tragedy.
Why can't they fix the roof that is leaking onto me
How about the gutters full of holes for all to see
My windows no one can see out of,I wish a real estate agent could find me new buyers
When people ring my doorbell I cannot hear it because it doesn't work
But when I complain they say I am being a jerk
Robbers enjoy visiting me, the locks on the doors don't exist
The family for some reason blames me when I am unable to resist
The holes in the floors need fixing, something you better not ignore
I am sure the day will come when somebody will fall through, shaking me to my core
It would be nice if someone could take better care of me
If I was to be fixed up I might last for eternity
In The Forest Are Cottages
Is a cottage built
A two story home
With a Bay window
It has a stone front
then layered with bricks
Their entrance door red
The garage door same
In the forest seen
Trees around the home
Is cleared to bring light
Some flowers growing
In front of the house
Two bushes and pond
For the birds to use
With their little ones
A family lives
In this house
Deep in the forest
A mile away
Their neighbour lives near
Deep into the woods
Why they chose this life
No one knows
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Just a
House
A house is four walls
Neatly designed sides
Some have chimneys
That helps to keep it warm
Most have people and some
Have pets, some have joy
Some have regrets as well
Some become homes
While others just
Stay r e m a in
A house a place to
Sleep, argue, never
Say grace, pray, or read the Bible