Family Sijo Poems | Examples
These Family Sijo poems are examples of Sijo poems about Family. These are the best examples of Sijo Family poems written by international poets.
Feather pen fluttering, ink spilling grandmotherly perspective.
Circumspect of future generations; the Jetsons in flight.
Drones may carry the message, but hands-off to AI robots.
He would leave home, seek adventure, and explore the wide world.
Would it be so hard to remember those who meant the most to him?
Not really, as they would be as close as a finger snap.
He would woo the most beautiful girl and make her his queen.
They would have a big family, and one day grow old together,
that is, until they had an acrimonious divorce.
He would live for his dreams and would fight for his ideals.
So many would be deeply influenced by his groundbreaking work,
specially the policyholders of his employer.
His story would inspire a host of ardent admirers
Hey, what is going on around here? Is there some kind of mix up?
It seems to me that I have been born into the wrong life.
If only all of the poetry I ever written for thee
Would resound deep in thine mind all while setting yourself free.
If only you and I would have formed that family tree.
A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To this day and from now on we miss her in every single way.
Don’t you see, we were meant to be a little family?
Don’t you remember how it was when we were together?
Don’t you know this was the last thing I wanted, that brings me sorrow?
Who will be beside me in my own death bed in the very end?
Will it be members of my family or at least an old friend?
Only God knows who I will see before my exact end.
Agony and insanity are my own family.
Hence why I am so often on edge with reality.
There is no actual cure for this disease, so please leave me be.
May the child of the woman whom is named yellow flower
Always brighten your life when you are in your darkest hour,
As well as shine like a rainbow after every rainy shower.
Aunt Judith was the only tea drinker in the family;
Camomile brewed from bags - no loose tea leaves for her to read -
her future was foretold at birth: heart defect and early death.
The wise doctors were sure she would not live much beyond thirty,
but with faith and determination she surprised us all -
Joyfully, she left this world at the ripe old age of fifty!
A year of strong bond among my family to farthest kin,
Frequent personal to virtual long communication in teams,
Lost one reunited us in prayers ‘til new born came.
Powers of language of flowers hold significance in my grief.
Pink lily reminding me my grandfather found relief.
Tiger lily reminding me my cousin's life was brief.
Working most days until exhaustion until I retire,
Wasn't much to look forward to outside of religion -
Until I held my granddaughter in my arms the first time.
There's a burst of mellow sunshine, the hour of my return
after many nights, dark and sable, spent in longing for my home
Bees buzz in the rose garden, and soon to their honeycomb
In a cavern beneath the sea; soundly sleeps a dinosaur.
His family, small; travels the world beneath the waves.
Hunted; I pray they’ll never find any of Nessie’s family.
An old fountain pen; restored to its former glory.
Parchment awaits its clothing of poetry; my grandmothers words appear; not mine.
Another ancestral visit; she’s tweaking me.