Family Simile Poems | Examples
These Family Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Family. These are the best examples of Simile Family poems written by international poets.
Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright
A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might
It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold
Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds
Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion?
Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne
A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey
Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away
With dastardly cunning, it deletes the lines
Of custom and tradition, leaving only decline
A game of chance, where flies buzz, sensing decay
A babe in arms, fed poison, as the future slips away
Oh, wealth! Where is thy wand?
Unfolding minds like Sodom's gates, ajar to sin
Multiplying desires, like an untamed, raging sea
Disorienting hearts, like shifting sands, lost and free
You deceived the prodigal son, with promises so grand
A mansion's luxury, a selfish, wandering hand
Despising family ties, and the love that once was true
A leader's arrogance, forsaking the greater good, anew
The last time I could remember seeing you was 2017
Life was one big song
You know the one that plays from the voice of the vinyl
A unique raspy calm like sand on the beach
Where you forget everything and just breathe
Watching mother nature smile made me mirror her
Watching the mind of her heavens made me want to lasso the moon and kiss her sun
Family is the one thing that can be so dangerous but held by the hands of beauty
For just a moment I remembered life is really a beauty
Full of shattered glass memories as clear as yesterday
And for a moment I forgot the death of a smile
p.s. don't forget your tears can be happy...
As great as the stars they said
As fast as lightning they saw
From dusk till dawn he practices
Through the golden hour his blade shines brightly
Like the reflection of the moon on water
He spars continuously as if he knows no time
Like a waterfall his hair cascades as dark as the night
He wields his sword with great power
In the village he's praised for his achievements
An agile man willing to die for his people
As beautiful as her name Jasmine sounds she soothes his sparring wounds which he treats as his trophies
With his dears by his side his enveloped in family love
The greatest samurai, the greatest father and husband
He was the legend...
HUNGER
I have no boundaries…
I have an unusual equanimity;
The equality I possess is extraordinary.
The world over, I have no chosen pity;
Like death, I practice an unusual democracy.
Matters not to me who and where you may be;
I’m there in every city, state, or distant country.
There will always be a place for the likes of me;
I’ve survived in the best and poorest family.
I’m as old as time—still here ticking too;
Hey, get to do what you need to do.
Time Passing
I can see the wrinkles in the mirror,
even without my glasses.
What does that mean?
They are deep and permanent.
Youth has fled my appearance.
Yet, it has not left my heart.
The fact, of reality...
can not change my soul.
The creases next to my eyes... are from laughing.
My mother told me not to do that,
it would change my face forever.
She was right, and she was wrong.
I put my specs back on,
having washed the sleep from my eyes.
I can see better,
I do not look away.
The lines of time, they are still there,
deeper even than before.
That is okay,
I find I do not care... to stare.
I smile and remember, what is was to laugh.
I long to do it still.
I want to embrace my last days,
with happy thoughts, of God, family, and friends.
I refuse the darkness of evil dismay,
and embrace the joy of knowing...
that this is not the end, but the beginning.
It starts with now and continues on,
to the place prepared.
I take one last long look into the smooth surface of the mirror.
It can not hold the image of my life in its reflection,
it can only keep the moments...
that I let it have.
Winter can be thought of a pause waiting for the breath of spring.
This pause is a chance for us to appreciate the little things in life that make it beautiful.
Let this pause allow us to remember those who have touched our hearts leaving us with a smile.
Let this pause grant us time to appreciate life, our life, without comparing it to another person's life.
Let this pause provide an opportunity to show our love and warmth to those hearts that have been cold.
My wish is for those who are suffering to find an end of their suffering, and to find rewards in this life, to focus on the simple things lighting up the light in their life.
Edward J Ebbs - December 12, 2021
Nature is growing all around you,
Just like the world, it never stops;
Enjoy the sun shining on the dew
Beautiful as the sunset over the treetops.
The air outside is fresh and cool,
The spring time breeze calms the mind;
Nature creates its own jewels
And leaves them for us to find.
Gather friends and family 'round;
Go outside and have some fun.
Celebrate for happiness found;
Run around and play in the sun.
Embrace the beauty of each day,
Before it is too late and you pass away.
Paradoxically, slavery showed equanimity—
Its suffering displayed no discrimination;
We all shared equally, its debilitation,
And were equally denied any sympathy
Over the Middle Passage odyssey;
Black men were prized; and black women too;
Children were also part of the stolen crew—
You see, when it came to you, the children and me,
Misery was equally shared by the slave family;
A strange institution indeed, was chattel slavery—
Its bitter legacy equally shared by today’s black family;
Heirs to the cruel legacy, lets fight ‘til we’re all totally free.
Rise up black man! Rise up black woman! Rise up black child!
No longer be defiled! We’ve already too many centuries to reconcile!
Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)
Time tested love, bruised
and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles
have lost
their electromagnetic-like
attractiveness.
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness—
that tough threading love folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding—
cocooning new beginnings:
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soared in monarch majesty—
defying time tested, treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.
Yes, to err is human; to forgive divine;
may eternal blessings forever twine
this tender love of yours and mine.
DRY THOUGHTS
blue mists drag out lakes
packs of past wolves
provide evidence
pointing to
double suicide
that never gets restored
entirely
ladders and paintpots
crawl through present
hardware
nailed to the edifice
of yesteryear
the termites
fail to notice
that I was their
flowerpot
© Kim van Breda—6 October 2015
The Culling
Happiness is a beautiful smiling word,
That soars the skies like a radiant black bird;
Culling ebony sheen downs from her sable breast
To fluff and cushion the crib of her protecting nest.
Murder and death are conjuring words too;
Sneaking around and stealing your children from you;
And though their bodies pile up in streets and on the bloody ground---
Like trees chopped down when no one’s around, justice hears no sound.
The long arch of justice has been bent backwards to times of old;
The streets have replaced the hanging tree and the noose by a bullet hole.
We now understand the strange fruits stories of which the ancestors once told;
One by one, our little sheep are being justifiably culled from the extended family fold.
While we cannot and must not substitute one tyranny for another,
We will and must protect the seeded child of every black mother.
SONNET TO A WORDLESS BLIND GODDESS...
Happiness is a beautiful smiling word;
that soars the skies like a radiant black bird;
Culling ebony sheen downs from her sable breast,
to fluff and cushion the crib of her ever protective nest.
Murder and death are conjuring words too,
that stalk and steal your children away from you.
And though young bodies lay in the streets and on bloody ground---
like trees chopped down when no one is around, justice hears no sound.
The long arch of justice has been bent backwards to times of old;
the streets have replaced by the hanging trees, and the noose by a bullet hole.
We now understand the strange fruit stories of which the ancestors have always told;
for one by one, our little sheep are being "justifiably" culled from the extended family fold.
And while we should not and will not---substitute one tyranny for another,
we will and must strive to protect the seeded child of every black mother.
Sometimes I think that life's a bummer and then you die.............
Then other times I think was that me or some other guy..........
Because in reality life isn't all that bad............
And i'm thinking if I really do think that way it would be pretty sad......
And every time I get to feeling down and out I just think about all my great
family and friends...............................................................
And for some reason or other the bummer abruptly ends..............
I think it is a complete waste of time to stress over things about which you
have no control............................................................................
All though it seems when it comes to bummers some people really know
how to dole.....................................
So enjoy every day and be sure to take it one day at a time...........
So this is the way I see things, and my outlook on life so I just thought
I would put it all down in a little rhyme........................................js