Family Sestina Poems | Examples
These Family Sestina poems are examples of Sestina poems about Family. These are the best examples of Sestina Family poems written by international poets.
On this day of love and joy,
Two hearts become one, oh boy!
A union of two souls so pure,
A bond that will forever endure.
The groom awaits his blushing bride,
With love and admiration in his eyes,
She walks down the aisle with grace,
A smile on her face that lights up the place.
In the presence of family and friends,
Their love story reaches its happy end,
A promise to cherish, love, and hold,
For better or worse, in sickness and gold.
As they exchange their vows of love,
A peacefulness descends from above,
A union blessed by heavens' hand,
Sealed with a kiss and wedding band.
With love and laughter, they celebrate,
The start of a beautiful, joyful fate,
A life of love, trust, and togetherness,
May their love grow stronger with every caress.
May this day be the beginning of a beautiful life,
A love that transcends every trouble and strife,
A journey of endless joy, adventure, and fun,
A love that shines as bright as the sun.
Categories:
marriage, wedding,
A fetus is a person, a life yet to be born,
A precious soul waiting for its turn,
To enter this world and take its place,
In the loving arms of its family and grace.
It grows and develops within the womb,
Protected and nurtured, it starts to bloom,
From a single cell to a tiny being,
A miracle of life, forever freeing.
Its heart beats strong, its tiny limbs move,
As it prepares for life, its journey to groove,
A precious gift, a bundle of joy,
A new life to love, to cherish and enjoy.
Some may say it's just a clump of cells,
But to the parents, it's much more than that,
A dream come true, a new chapter in life,
A chance to grow, to love, and to thrive.
To deny the fetus its right to live,
Is to deny its future, its potential to give,
To the world, to its family, to everyone around,
A life worth living, a gift so profound.
A fetus is a person, a life yet to be born,
A precious soul waiting for its turn,
To enter this world and make its mark,
A new beginning, a journey to embark.
Categories:
abortion, children,
When I die
I give the Pulitzer Board
Permission
To exhume my lyrics
And some overweight ME
Will put my verses on a slab
Going thru my stanzas for tone
looking for assonance and
Consonance in my bones
As my family waits around to see
If i really was a great poet
And they will probe my lines
for cadence
Meter and Trochee
Taking notes
As they dissect
My poetry
They will say I was anemic
On my tercets
And many of my quatrains were forced
As they search for the source
One of the examiners
will write on his tablet
That I never wrote
A Sestina or villanelle
They will note, He was good.
But his books didn't really sell.
The NAACP will close that he didn’t
Represent the Black community
Like King or Rosa Parks
Leaving my legacy a question mark
And no one will be specifically sure
If I advanced the Black Race
Leaving the matter a Cold Case
My kids will ask
But what does all this mean?
Was he really a great poet?
Was he as good as Frost or Hughes
The examiner will stare confused
The autopsy will be intrusive
And they will say:
REPORT INCONCLUSIVE!!
Categories:
sestina, assonance, death, eulogy, i
The Mystery Of Love
I haven't wrote a poem
since the day he left
My words don't sound the same anymore ,
but still I write,
there's no reason to write
he will never hear my words
He has started a new life, he's a daddy to be!
I think about it and that could have been me,
as much as I love him, am thankful it's not
Happiness doesn't last forever
That's life
I can now think of him without shattering a tear
Is it cause I've moved on
or cause I accepted the hardest fact,
that his not coming back?
Love is still the biggest mystery
For those who accept its failure & achievement
By heart and soul.
Is that true love?which never make two souls into one soul.
Love is too much creative,it fill the colours in life
And those are fake lovers who fail to accept you.
Love creat feeling
Feeling creat positive relation
Positive relation makes family.
Atlast mystery of love cann’t solve
By fake people.
Categories:
i love you, lost
Day has sunk and the old fisherman, like a well-trained athlete, rows his rugged boat.
Defying starry night's turbulent waves,
It cruises seaward, smooth and swift, like an agile proud fish.
Then, into his net a shooting star drops; hauls he a thousand delicate, bright starfish.
Guided by remaining stars, he comes home with a boatful
Of glimmering soft, fleshy crystals of hope to his daughter's eager waving
At the murky, starless bay. Her voice rushes out in tidal sound-waves.
She puts a finger in, fishing
One live hope, stellar and warm, out of what used to be a champion's sailboat.
Rocking the boat and making waves, their laughter splashes like a floundering fat fish.
(Form: loose tritina)
Categories:
boat, daughter, family, father,
Our excitement to have you in our life
That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house
This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom
With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom
The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life
Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house
Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house
A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom
In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life
How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince
February 15, 2013
Categories:
child, family, home, inspirational,
Quite often it seems we tell kids, it’s best to be first
They sign up for fun; parents, it seems, for the fame
Whether it’s academics or sports, why not just let kids thrive?
Create environments for learning and fun needed to thrive
Nurture with affection and love; be their springboard first
Build the foundation they will need to handle future fame
A solid foundation will ensure an easy adjustment to fame
In any circumstance, self- assurance makes anyone thrive
Teach them, the game of life is not won by coming in first
Good character first, may lead to fame in which anyone can thrive
~*~
Categories:
childhood, family, children, introspection,
Family Affairs
Uxorious
Devotion to wife
Dotingly
Submissive
Sounds like a serious offence
In the dictionary
Categories:
family,
Before there was a word,
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.
There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of sound,
and the celestial night.
Man was born to midnight
with eyes and ears for soul
to din’s discordant sound,
no harmony, no words,
aging, aching, alone,
thoughts thus, wordless, gestate.
Circular gestation
for the day became night
and weakened loneliness,
woman kind brought her soul.
Ether resounded with words
for those souls, the God sound.
Strong, sweet, silibant sound
released from gestation
song formed from combined words,
crooning fills the nubile night
joining of mated souls.
The Word freed loneliness.
No longer alone, vibrating within the sound each atom relates to the soul
Gestation continues in the never-ending cycle of night and the Word.
*dedicated to L'nass Shango & David Smalling for their inspiration.
Categories:
devotion, faith, family, holiday,
I hide behind a crooked smile.
Many times I would rather cry.
I feel as if I have no friends.
Ignored by my family.
Trampled on by those I most Love.
My life filled with Pain.
My life filled with Pain.
So long since I wore a smile.
I pretend I don't love.
I try hard not to cry.
Where are my Family?
Do I have any friends?
I used to have friends.
My life filled with Pain.
I need my Family.
I fake a lonely smile.
I refuse to Cry!
I am searching for love.
Do you seek someone to Love?
Do you search for friends?
Are those tears that you cry?
My life filled with pain.
I would like to see you smile.
Don't you have a family?
We can't always count on Family.
Some don't know how to Love.
They don't notice that you don't smile.
It's hard to count on Friends.
My life filled with Pain.
They might notice if you cry.
So many times, alone I cry!
I hide it from my loving Family.
My life filled with pain.
I shower them with Love.
I hide it from my friends.
I show them all my crooked smile.
I cry silently for their Love.
My busy family and friends.
My Pain hidden behind my smile.
Categories:
confusion, depression, life, lost