Family Prose Poetry Poems | Examples
These Family Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Family. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Family poems written by international poets.
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
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
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
you have to collaborate
you are a team
a family
you must work together
I cannot work with him! a fourth-grader yelps.
Or her or him or them or you or anyone.
I will do this group project by myself.
That is not a group project, I tell him.
But he refuses.
Flat out.
Because he is smarter than anyone else.
Twenty-five years later I discover
that he has had many jobs
but has not kept any of them for more than a week.
Helga was from a small town – Sandwich Illinois
It used to have seven thousand people
It was down to five thousand now
She thought she knew most of them
She had been the sandwich queen in 2010
The fifty-seventh sandwich queen
You have to come to the sandwich fair, her friends said
She could not explain this to others,
Because they had not grown up in Sandwich
Attending the Sandwich Fair was important to her family
Especially her mother and grandmother
Both former sandwich queens
My wife and I enter a restaurant across the street from the airport, our kids in tow. There is quite a crowd with little room to maneuver. Our name goes on the waitlist. Ugh.
Carol and I are taking turns holding our 2-month-old son while the other holds the hand of our 3-year-old. As I take the baby my wife realizes Daniel isn’t there. She frantically scans the area and sees an older man leading Daniel by the hand toward the exit. Quick to respond, Carol runs toward them, repeatedly shouting, “Daniel, stop!” Daniel turns and the man releases his hand and exits as my wife scoops Daniel into her arms. I am a beat behind. We experience a flood of emotions.
They call out our name. Our table is ready.
Susan had been abused and misused when I met her
She was not attempting to unleash herself at that point
I did not suggest it, it I something she had to decide to do
a few years later she had reinvented herself, she had confidence.
She had released herself from her captor and his negativity
he had isolated her, but she was now again with her family
surrounded by people who nurtured and cared for her
She told me nature and meditation had shown her the way
Shelly’s family was full of claircognizant relatives.
Some were clairaudient; they could hear spirit.
Shelly did not know that was abnormal.
She had been doing that since she was two.
It was her “normal”.
Her grandmother Ida was a clairvoyant.
She could see things others could not see.
Shelly’s mother was clairsentience.
Strong intuitive feelings aided her in reading a room.
She felt danger before most; and escaped being harmed.
Shelly knew things without knowing how she knew.
She was claircognizant and gifted in a variety of ways.
Hearing whispers daily from her great-great-aunt Gladys.
Shelly had been hearing Glady's voice since her birth.
Even though Gladys had passed over the veil in 1952.
Fall in love with your new brothers and sisters said the Mom.
So, they did their best, and it was not always easy.
This was the family who took in foster kids.
Not once or twice, but their entire growing up years.
Their children had to learn to immediately love these strangers.
But in about six months, they were forced to let them go.
A sad life for a child who wanted to keep her siblings.
Releasing them to adult strangers is never easy.
Not seeing them ever again is worse.
For years our family has tried to make candied apples.
Most of our valiant attempts have ended up as a disaster.
Mine were always the worst, or the funniest.
Depending on the way you look at things.
I usually choose funny.
My daughter should have been an engineer.
She is all about precision and exactness.
She can create a candied apple that deserves its own billboard.
My husband and I marvel at this ability.
Neither of us fathom where she inherited such a gene.
She must be a throwback.