Family Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Family Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Family. These are the best examples of Quatrain Family poems written by international poets.
“Never do I have father, mother, family, caste, birth and death. How shall I speak of affection and infatuation? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
To which dream image should we cling,
in the dance of shadows on earth,
knowing in truth there is no thing,
save heart bubbling in blissful mirth?
We know we’ve walked these streets before,
each time in a different form,
so why then would we keep a score,
when we’re tranquil in every storm?
As I am watering your withering white roses,
I wish I had separate simple tall glass vases
To share each and every white rose with family
Who loved you as their mother and our granny.
But really symbolically this glass vase is rather
As transparent as we are when we're together,
So I never want to see us separate nor shatter.
Times we shared are the stems of each flower.
Just as we come and go thru life and death,
I'll water these roses until their final "breath."
Though your suffering lasted until the winter,
News of your final night pierced like a splinter.
I'll water these roses and your cactus plant.
I'll think of you as I sing to songs like a chant.
I still love you, I wish I could know if you know
I have a lot of self-growth I am going to show.
In Heaven, she has joy indescribable by words,
Surrounded by her husband and loved ones,
As well as her favourite kinds of birds
Bathing in a fountain which always runs.
Red cardinals flying gracefully everywhere,
Scarlet feathers falling onto her hair.
Her soul freely frolicking without care.
Trinkets in her home mean she's also there.
In her eternal awareness, she'll still observe
All the ways in which her family shall serve,
She'll be there for each of them at every curve.
She'll ask God to give what they most deserve.
Red cardinals placed everywhere in her home,
Reminding family she's both there and here.
In Heaven, she completes reading her tome.
She now knows she lived a life she held dear.
You never said the actual truth to me,
But through it all, through them I see.
You never told your dying wish to me.
But I know how you wished I would be.
So I'll be reserved now even among family,
'Cause being misunderstood is my penalty.
And now I will become clean of things finally,
'Cause you're making me recall my divinity.
You never seemed to truly, fully love me,
But through the years, I loved you sincerely
In my own special way, so unknowingly
'Cause of then secret neurodivergent reality.
Everyone has favourites, I always knew it,
But I admired you and kept it a secret,
'Cause you never understood (not one bit)
That I want the life you lived (yes, all of it).
When Christmas nears, I reminisce
about the ones that won’t be there
for gift exchange and scrumptious meals.
I visualize each empty chair.
Then one by one, my picture books
come off the shelves. I dwell upon
the photos of my nephew, brother,
Mom, and Dad. Dear God, they’re gone!
Nostalgia can be friend or foe.
At times like these, he is a friend
who lingers only long enough
to help me wipe my tears and mend.
It’s time to load the gifts and food
to share with all my family.
No signs of grief will mar my smile.
Just joyful love is all they’ll see.
To honor loved ones we have lost,
we’ll share the special memories
that make us smile instead of cry.
Our praises won’t be eulogies!
We’re planting an orchard of trees,
with shade we may never sit beneath,
yet the fruit of our hands will bless future lands,
with a harvest that grows underneath.
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.
My father's always been and is a good man.
For my siblings and I he does what he can.
For me, he showed what kindness means,
And how women must be treated as queens.
My father's always giving me what I need,
So hopefully when I someday succeed,
I can give back to him in ways that matter,
I just hope it is not too much later.
My father cares for our family from afar.
Whenever we visit, our love is a shining star.
He taught me to never go to bed angry
At anybody, 'cause we don't live eternally.
My father is my first teacher of philosophy
In treating all of Earth's humanity fairly.
He taught me that change begins with me.
He is the reason I learned how to just be.
My mother is the woman I most admire.
As a preteen she lit my inner strength's fire,
With the words, "You have a strong spirit,"
After I told her how I bear with all of it.
My mother is the most beautiful woman,
In looks and in how she does all she can.
She always taught me to be independent.
We share memories of times we had spent.
My mother is the one who saved my life
Three times in childhood epilepsy so rife.
She taught me what love is and isn't,
Even when our moments were unpleasant.
My mother is my own secret role model,
Because I can never be on her same level
Due to my neurodivergent frame of mind,
But her sincere love for me is forever kind.
I remember crying in that washroom stall.
After they broke down my strongest wall.
They read aloud my crush in my journal.
Made me so embarrassed without console.
I remember dying a little on the inside:
Every single time my circuits would override.
They, my family, would save me everytime.
Made me all the more grateful for their time.
I remember how every funeral made me feel.
Over time I come to know death isn't real.
They watch over all of us for a while,
Until they must be reborn phoenix-style.
I remember seeing a shadow of a hat man.
Though I was scared back then,
I look back, and consider him an old friend.
Maybe I'll go as a shadowkin in the end.
Geese are never all alone.
They live everywhere together.
But I am an ugly gosling always alone.
Meanwhile my family has each other.
Geese are always flying free.
While I live so flightlessly,
They live their lives and just be.
I am on my own and free, but I'm lonely.
When I was four, I hadn't thought life a bore,
As I was free to play, until one very day,
I learned someday we all go out that door,
One by one, "It was fun," I know I'll say.
When I was 6, I was reminded of this crucifix:
As I was trying to sleep, I began to seize,
It was how I became self-aware I need a fix,
How taking a pill daily makes life a breeze.
When I was 8, I learned how to better create
A world of my own, safe in my chamber,
Until once again I fell into a seizure of hate,
I awoken to family holding me ever closer.
When I was 10, I was free of the disease,
No longer needed the pill for prevention.
I was bewildered by which brought me ease,
As I let run wild my suppressed imagination.
I love the sights of Christmastime
from manger scenes to mistletoe.
Sweet, joyous sounds pervade the air
from "Praise the Lord" to "HO HO HO!"
I give to those who are in need,
for God says, "Love your fellow man."
Then when I shop for family,
I buy them every gift I can.
The carolers and choirs perform
"O Holy Night" and "We Three Kings,"
while celebrants in living rooms
sing tunes about what Santa brings.
A prayer precedes our Christmas feast;
the smorgasbord brings great delight.
The kids soon snuggle near the fire
enrapt as Dad starts, "'Twas the Night . . . “
This season is a splendid time
that bears a special, holy name,
so as I smile through "Jingle Bells,"
I won't forget why Jesus came.
I want to give my only yellow mini tulip away
To the daughter of my beloved late cousin,
So the memory of her will never slip away
From our minds and hearts deep within.
I recently gave a symbol of love, a red tulip away
To my newfound lover who I knew would win
My heart in how he engages with me every day,
How he passionately makes us both sin.
I am yet to give a blue tulip to someone someday,
As a symbol of friendship and peace between Djinn.
I want to meet him again, soon, someday.
But maybe, his heart, I will never win.
I bought a vase of mini tulips I saw on the way,
Considered it for someone who may be my twin,
But I realize it was too much for someone anyway.
So I bought them for myself, even if self-love is a sin.
Crossing Lines
You ruinous rascal
Just a rat in the pack
You forced me to sell
now I just want it back
Calamity came
You had the highest bid
Simon’s sister Sydney
liked what you did
You think you’re the winner
She’s bouncing on your lap
Smug with contentment
as you tip your cap
A rollercoaster is coming
You’ll plummet from the top
Shattering successful illusion
your status will drop
A ring is a circle
it will come back to me
The curse you purchased
I’ll get back for free.
It was no bargain
It tainted her skin
Sapped away her beauty
You watched her grow thin
Five hundred years
precious so divine
Not meant for another
only one family line.