Family Prose Poems | Examples
These Family Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Family. These are the best examples of Prose Family poems written by international poets.
What Can You Do?
Kevin Davis 2025
What can you do when you are frightened to say anything,
but too frightened to not say how you really feel?
What do you do when there are those among you who are blind
to reality and justice, but are your family and friends?
What can you do to keep your family safe and secure
when your future is threatened and all you hold dear is trampled?
Do you stand up and fight, or do you lie down and give up?
I am scared of our future and my own prosperity, but cannot sit back and do nothing.
This is the time for all good and decent people to stand tall and show that decency and honor mean something.
We must return our country to what it was at its founding, a democracy that honors truth and justice for all.
Dear friends
Because of of some unexpected happenings in the home front, I couldn't respond to your comments. I am sorry. Again I have to take a short break from poetry soup as I am busy in connection with the marriage of my son. Wish you all a Happy New year!
IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS
The irony of forgiveness,
Is that human nature, doesn't
Demand that its cause
Be given forgetfulness;
Thus, giving anger opportunity
To revive its paining spirit
Of negative recollection;
Versus positive reconciliation:-
To forgive and not forget
Can prove to be oxymoronic;
Inhibiting resurrecting love
From eternally bonding
Family, friends, or lovers:-
The forgiveness we ask of God,
We must also give to one another;
And this forgiveness begins
With the forgiveness of self:-
Past trials and tribulations
Extricated and flushed down,
Let self be now ever bonded
In the onederful oneness onement
That God has bestowed upon thee
With faith’s divine peace and love:-
As I will be away from home on a family tour for almost a week, I will not be able to read your poems or comment on them. Please excuse me.
Hi Friends
Sorry to inform you that my elder sister died of a stroke on 24th September. It has been a shock for me and the family and I am taking a few days off from Poetry Soup. So, I won’t be able to read your poems or respond to your comments.
he rummages through my trash at night
scurrying off in mist of daybreak
I rarely catch his masked face,
but sometimes glimpse his striped tail
he brings the family, they scavenge together
slapping each other when a cracker is larger than another
I watch them and laugh, they are entertaining
my woodland raccoons
I walk into love with you.
With my eyes wide open.
To take every measure along the way.
I didn't fall in love with you.
Because my eyes were wide open,
So, I can love you every step we take.
I believe in destiny and fate.
And we intended,
To do things that we value.
I'd choose you.
In a hundred lifetimes over,
Because you're unique in scars.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred worlds different,
Because of your imperfections.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred universes unalike,
Because I'd find you in time.
Any interpretation of this existence.
I'd find you sooner and choose you,
And I'd walk into love with you, again.
I love you all the same, Shannon! R.I.P.
Darla was petite, tiny, diminutive, doll-like.
which is acceptable, even admirable for a woman.
her twin brother Dell had the same teeny tiny physique.
He was not considered a catch, never had a date.
Dell spent his life alone, but he was not lonely.
He enjoyed Darla’s family, children, and grandchildren.
Forever a favorite uncle, never a husband or a daddy.
Some thought it was a half life, but he was satisfied.
best friends can keep a secret, when others cannot
They have your back but do not burden you with it
my best friend and I can resume a friendship after ten years
laughing and cutting up as if we saw each other yesterday
No one else understands my family and my circumstance as well
because I do not trust many people, but I totally trust my best friend
We have made history with our antics, and funny stories
Telling them over and over; still laughing, because we know each other.
Omega was friends with a bunny
Which brought on a relationship with six
No seven, eight, nine, ten, then twenty bunnies.
You have a large family Omega observed.
Soon bunnies were hopping all over his feet
Bunnies were lounging on his trunk.
You are our rock, bunny one said.
How many are in your family? Omega asked.
We are too numerous to count.
The bunnies laughed.
Let’s put it this way, said another bunny.
You will always have a friend now.
And he did.
I had never before seen a ballerina with these kinds of thighs
She was a absolute trooper, and she also juggled with knives
What do you call her? I asked the bullfrogs on the shore.
We call her diva, queen, and all about herself, today and forevermore.
I thought this was snotty until I shared what they said with others.
There was lots of laughter. Those are her five older brothers!
It sounded like violent thunder
Like Thor’s hammer beating triple time
We watched the hill, wondering if it was them
We had heard about the five wild mustangs for centuries
They were in great-granddaddy’s prophecy
They are here! My father declared.
We watched them pound down the hill
They disappeared halfway through the meadow
Never tell the tale, Daddy warned me
That was a psychic phenomena
Best told only to other family
For some are not believers
I was five and did not understand
But I am seventy-two now, so I do.
Oh, the joy earned,
Having a friend like you
A model of the ways of life
Next to me in innocence.
To open up my heart,
Not afraid for you to see
Or too displeased to care.
To rest in silence,
Savoring our tender tie
Oh, so close to you sharing
Moments of our lives passed.
The soft aura that we shared,
Throughout this friendship,
The purest of all.
Special Thanks & Credits Also to:
Co-Author & Best Friend, Lori Bradley
The McCormick family loves wheels
We like bikes, trikes, mopeds and motorcycles
We like Fords, Chevys, Lincolns and Cadillacs.
We are also racers.
Others watch the Indianapolis 500
We like driving like we just left the pit crew.
Our ancestors started us on this journey.
We were having a race on Wednesday
When grandma got on a moped.
I am going to outrun these cycles! She said.
“Let grandma win! Let grandma win! “ we all yelled.
Unfortunately, the little McCormicks are competitive like us.
They outrode, outraced and outran grandma.
The last one to the finish line, she pouted all day.
Sweet corn has been harvested, garden picked clean
Breezy mornings now, ruffling the cat’s fur
Front porch stocked with pumpkins and gourds
School is starting, new clothes are being bought
Last year’s backpacks are thrown into a bonfire
Grandma is taking the grandchildren shopping for new
Football games have begun in earnest, fans frenzied
Cool September, you are as welcome as any month ever is
Family has to start practicing getting up early
Bus will be picking the children up at seven o’four
Mom and Dad explain high school to their freshman
Silly because fifteen-year-olds know everything