Family Quatern Poems | Examples
These Family Quatern poems are examples of Quatern poems about Family. These are the best examples of Quatern Family poems written by international poets.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings
when you are walking in the light.
More blessed are you than queens and kings
when you with gladness do what’s right.
All suffer in this world of strife.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings
when you simply love your life!
Lust not for material things.
Oh, what sweet joy family brings.
Be good to them, and make friends too.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings.
Just take the focus off of YOU!
One day you’ll suffer nevermore.
So give your inner angel wings!
Great blessings for you are in store.
Smile and know: bones ache yet heart sings.
All the while you're so pretty
Making everyone smile all in line
With you we stay all day plenty
Our hearts you strum like a guitar
We never asked any piece of you
All the while you're so pretty
Showing simple things that delight us
Blowing bubbles of laughter that relieve us
Each morning you come out like a clown
You always make us whole, not frown
All the while you're so pretty
Pretty in many ways, keeping us so jolly
Each night your brilliance never fades
In and out your goodbye never bades
Coming back and seeing us, making us all pretty
All the while you're so pretty
Wander lust their families’ motivation
Nomads fluctuating in flowing migration,
Seasonal uprooting to discover new ways
Looking in new directions in anticipation.
Restless as the cirrus streaking the sky
Wander lust their families’ motivation,
They gather not, and with time dissipate
Having done so since primordial creation.
The land they claim their sovereign nation
Whatever resources subsistence requires,
Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation
Until with age the older generation tires.
The cattle lowing, soft winds on the dunes
Strangers look with heightened sensation,
A culture quite sophisticated in its own way
Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation.
written March 10, 2022
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
Reminiscing about Christmases past,
Thinking about a lost love that will cleave
The heart, but memories do last and last.
Remembering those most treasured moments
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
For tomorrow the danger of a war foments
And some young soldiers will take their leave.
Listening to soft carol sounds, I shall grieve
While sipping a hot toddy of brandy and cider
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
But I’ll be wishing I was sitting here beside her.
It’s not likely I’ll be interrupted in my solace
Friends and family will have taken their leave
Preparations for Christmas were quite aweless
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve.
written December 24, 2021
Family ties should bind the wound
When parents get their well-earned rest
Ne’er leave a single child ungroomed
While other siblings’ take the best.
They were the most godly parents
Family ties should bind the wound
Neither mom nor pop were errants
Leaving their children to be doomed.
Death lately together entombed
Leaving the six children to share
Family ties should bind the wound
Four are greedy, other two care.
Greedy four hired lawyers to fight
Will leave the two others marooned
The family knows it’s not right
Family ties should bind the wound.
written July 20, 2021
I cherish freedom above all,
for everyone wants to live free.
And history sets its value
as a priceless commodity.
Beyond even home and country,
I cherish freedom above all.
Anything less is slavery,
and that thought infuriates me.
No one has the right to own me,
I'll never relinquish control.
I cherish freedom above all,
and I'll defend it with my life.
I love my friends and family;
as an intricate part of me.
But, of all the things I could choose,
I cherish freedom above all.
Mad March hares box in morning light
along with golden trumpet blooms
another part of Spring’s delight
the threat of snow no longer looms.
Among wheatfield's sunlit bales
mad March hares box in morning light
not as supposed the males with males
but females putting up a fight.
The eager Jack gets his invite.
For this is Spring, and this is why
mad March hares box in morning light
for leverets to re-supply.
I'll leave the hares, the crows' caw-caw
and sit with family tonight
it's Spring, I'll say, I know, I saw
mad March hares box in morning light.
Flown away, independent now
Child is thrown into the fray.
Family ways they may disavow.
Up to them every single day
Worrying helps no one really
Flown away, independent now.
Inside voice so sharp and shrilly.
Experience will teach them how.
Relax, parents, just let them be.
Family values to them endow.
Trusting in them, let them live free.
Flown away, independent now.
Go to sleep knowing God has this.
Their own choices you must allow.
Any control they will dismiss
Flow away, independent now.
As dusk floats on a garden strip
Time replays an unspoken dream,
Where jasmines press upon my lip
Lens closed, these warm hands fling upstream.
With mist adrift, I prance arise
As dusk floats on a garden strip…
Hours stay, then dash like a firefly
Leaving me to hunt for old ties.
This walk of sleep imbues moon’s tip
Enthralled by past kin's astral glide--
As dusk floats on a garden strip
Till heaven opens zone's divide.
And nightingales wheel mellow tunes:
Returning, I doze into joy's whip
Back where trance of comfort resumes,
As dusk floats on a garden strip.
7/28/2018
Sleepwalking Contest for John Hamilton
Our Spirits meld becoming one
Sister, Brother, Family,LOVE
Spirit Sister, Brother Spirit
Eternity, surrounding us
Earthly hand in Heavenly hand
Our Spirits meld becoming one
As Robins sing, Spring Flowers Bloom
From drinking up warm Summer rain
Serenity, Tranquillity
Has Healed a sad and Broken Heart
Our Spirits meld becoming one
Our Loving Hearts entwine as one
With Angels singing Welcome songs
The Light of Heaven Shining bright
Lenore My Wife, Forevermore
Our Spirits meld: Becoming ONE
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall!
Rain may pour and snow may fall,
I’ll love you, Friday, anyway,
for I will just stay home and play.
Sometimes my work week seems to crawl.
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because you are my weekend’s start.
“Thank God it’s Friday” shouts my heart!
A movie I will likely see.
There’s more time too for family!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because I will not work at all.
So many plans for me to hatch.
Perhaps I’ll make a meal from scratch.
No matter what, I’ll have a ball!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall.
March 1, 2018 for Silent One's Friday Feeling Contest
(My work week ends on Thursday, so Friday begins my weekend!)
For twenty years, he was my joy
a member of our family...
A living thing, my precious toy
with heart of gold, eyes just for me.
A stray he was midst fire debris.
For twenty years, he was my joy;
was rescued and brought home to be
my loving cat...a mama's boy.
My chin he'd stroke, so sweet and coy
each night when he curled up to sleep.
For twenty years, he was my joy;
at dawn, my cheek, he'd gently sweep.
That day did come to break my heart.
My dear, sweet Charlie, precious boy,
at our vet's office, we would part...
for twenty years, he was my joy.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/16/2017
A muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
Special moments in life that made my heart glow
she visits with sentimentality -
to gild cherished memories of family.
Through scenes of a novel or some picture show -
a muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
Moved by great drama or by tragedy,
she sprinkles a flavor of melancholy.
To mountains or flowered fields or to the sea,
she's ready to gather the majesty
of nature around her! From beaches to snow -
a muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
From daily events of simplicity
to things unexpected that happen to me,
she gleans inspiration, then the poems flow.
A muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?
Written Sept.8, 2016 for the Contest of John Lawless:
Muse on the Loose
Gathering dust on my bookshelf,
Old textbooks from my past major,
Reveal something about myself
(Never read again, I’d wager).
Attached in place by hidden tacks,
Gathering dust on my bookshelf,
Paper mache’ Mardi Gras masks
(I never really wore myself).
Gardening books share the top shelf
With outdated references;
Gathering dust on my bookshelf,
Indicating preferences.
Genealogy, mysteries,
Fantasy tales of dwarf and elf,
And science fiction histories--
Gathering dust on my bookshelf.
Solitude (A Quatern, 20140805)
The solitude weighed heavily,
Most especially late at night,
When I had no one close to me--
Meaning no one to hold me tight.
Loneliness sired desperation.
The solitude weighed heavily
Enough to sire inspiration;
Giving birth to my poetry.
In time I made a family
(Both positive and negative).
The solitude weighed heavily,
In the past where I sometimes live.
I got older; life moved along.
Today I still write poetry,
And compose lyrics for each song.
The solitude weighed heavily.