Love Family Poems - Poems about Love Family

then one day, a stranger will walk into your life. before you know it, rambling conversation will turn into late night laughs that turns into meeting families that turns into creating a family. only little you knew, how much this person would mean to you and, while you’ve known them such a short time you feel like you’ve loved them a lifetime...

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Beneath the warm sun, we wander through the tangled branches my grandfather's hands gentle, like the tree itself, rooted and wise He points to a ripe fig, its skin a the color of a jewel. I reach, as he coaches me ripe and unripe Conversation is exchanged his grumbly Italian voice echos like a simple song on the summer day He tells stories under the shade,...

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the greatest classroom I ever sat in was my mother's kitchen she said give what you want if you get it back stay if you don't leave she said you might not ever get a degree in law but you damn well better get a degree in people she said you cannot have an independent mouth and a...

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Hey Dad! Hey Dad! Is that you knocking at the door outside? I'm excited to let you know how great was my first horse ride. Mom was waiting for you on the couch — another quiet night. Is your job so hard? Well, I hope everything's alright. Good night Dad. Hey Dad! Today's my 7th birthday! My friends were looking for you...

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Our childhood home in old Monroe Is now home to someone I do not know I knocked once but was left standing Alone and waiting on the patio Like when we waited for Dad many years ago My family sold it when they up and moved away Under some spell or hopeful for a change Sometimes people...

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When I am with you, words melt like sugar in tea— too sweet to hold, too warm to grasp. The verses stop on my tongue, because you are the poem my heart has sung But when you’re away, ink spills in your absence, lines flow like longing, stanzas stretch like empty arms, and every metaphor becomes a bridge back to you. You are the silence between...

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When I am with you, words melt like sugar in tea— too sweet to hold, too warm to grasp. The verses stop on my tongue, because you are the poem my heart has sung But when you’re away, ink spills in your absence, lines flow like longing, stanzas stretch like empty arms, and every metaphor becomes a bridge back to you. You are the silence between...

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Your smiles frozen over, and you stand tall above the water like an iceberg, so tall and elegant in your presentation. But surface-level trickery can’t fool or satiate my scuba diver curiosity. I see through your poorly constructed ruse. I prep my gear, dive deep into your ocean, and discover that underneath the...

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A signature move A classical look Whether shopping down town Or just reading a book You would never undress That space round your neck A gent to the last A quick twizzle and check Your knots were so tidy All shapely and neat A full Windsor for sure Always sharp and replete Never unkempt Was the message you'd send The Master of Ties Straight and true 'til the end I...

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“Today, we again failed to reproduce,” said the gander to the goose. “If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck, we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck. We gotta actually let something hang loose.”...

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Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun The unerasable convivial one Appreciative for what you rendered. That is how you are remembered. The fits of laughter that you gave once As we beamed through your simple jest ,     The epicure side of you reminds us of you best. When we relish anything you liked once, Only the moments that can be clinged to, Collection of...

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in another world she wakes to quiet no echoes of my childhood laughter no midnight cries no tiny hands pulling at time she walks with a lighter step the weight of motherhood never settling on the curve of her spine in this new life her eyes aren’t tired and her dreams aren’t transferred to me they stay stitched to her ribs not sacrificed at the altar of my...

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My husband is over protective. Less stress is his doctor's objective. But with two teens at home, Always on the damn phone, "Let go" isn't always effective! My teen daughter is always respectful. But with chores she is ever forgetful. Leaving notes doesn't help, So I tried Grampas belt, Now we laugh on the floor as we wrestle! Too many pets with too many holes! What...

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You won't find more Of my love at The bottom of That glass. For it exists When it's full, and Still when it's Empty. Tries hold My hopes. Cans fill My bottled Up expectations. The line we walk Is narrow and stumbling, But you always will walk Straight into my heart. ...

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It was a little Girl and a Male Greyhound Bus Driver. It was a little Girl who travelled quite frequently on a Greyhound bus from Houston, Texas to Lake Charles, Louisiana to visit her Grandparent. Being a young passenger alone, the Greyhound Bus Driver known as Mike always looked after her through her journey on...

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