Family Tanka Poems | Examples
These Family Tanka poems are examples of Tanka poems about Family. These are the best examples of Tanka Family poems written by international poets.
no one feels the string
passing from a hand to hand,
weaving the loose threads ~
only when it starts to fray
do we notice the weft loom
Soft hands fold laundry,
laughter spills like loose buttons~
warmth in wrinkled sheets.
No blood binds us, yet we stay~
roots tangled, holding the earth.
now the empty room
no longer welcomes me in
but reminds of grief
it feels lonely; not waiting
for my time alone to write
once there was a fire
that I made for all of them
before they arose
then it became my solace
for my quiet time to write
can it again warm
fill with laughter and their love
not just memories
but a new family's love
maybe some progeny's home
Nipping snowflakes light
Crisp whispered winter's cold bite.
Christmas still darkness
used absolute dazzling charm
on a crystalline white rug.
Above the snow clouds,
silence watched Jolly Santa
and his reindeer fly
with "Ho-Ho-Ho," and the thrilled
sound of light jingling sleigh bells.
The little children
And family round decked tree
on early morning,
with the halls decked with holly,
presents in the brightest wrap.
never loved cat ways
their tail-flicking arrogance
their unasked-for gaze
my family longed for one —
I yielded, keeping distance
stray kitten arrived
they all fawned gushed over it
but the cat chose me
the least interested one
who shooed and shoved it away
smitten by kitten
my heart disinterested
lurched to beat retreat
we're inseparable now
the kitten has claimed my lap
On a sunny day,
we went to get a dogie.
Driving the back roads,
Excitement was in the air.
Would our new pet be waiting?
We looked all over,
surprise ~ there sat my angel,
heaven had touched earth.
the Lord has blessed me.
I'm forever indebted
for his great blessing;
gave me wife and a daughter.
they are the loves of my life.
Pictures and trophies
Of those I love on mantel
Heartfelt memories
Of a Sailor's love and loss
Sweetly swept me off my feet
3/18/2025
wrote my first poem
to remember loved ones gone
some were old some young
read at a reunion
the fading of candlelight
Your pain is shared, Jim;
I go to annoy by car,
not quite on a whim,
to relatives who chatter
‘bout things I'm assured matter.
my kids once called me
the walking problem solver
~ I am the problem
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win
I recall Dad’s eyes;
his glare so stern, so piercing
- no words were needed -
but the message was so clear:
I expect better from you.
In many matters
we did not see eye-to-eye,
but he always cared;
and in the best of moments,
his eyes glowed with love and pride.
barely adult male
lacking abilities needs
aimless future trials~
driven working family
young man dies by drunk driver
A slight comic gust
as vivid autumn colour
turns laughing dervish
we sense the quasi-winter
prelude to Halloween fare
Back to school urchins
scream with joy to spite cold snaps
Christmas edging close
in a mock funfair caper
summer’s graceful baton pass
Cherub-faced siblings
across the age span feel this
charge of plunging ice
rimmed weather front but
twinkling spirits reign
To shiver is the
ultimate release when one
realises what
golden opportunities
this autumn season offers ?
How lovely it is,
Birthing child on Mother's Day.
An example of
Someone who has made her way
To fulfilling motherhood.