Family Tree Poems | Examples
These Family Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Family. These are the best examples of Tree Family poems written by international poets.
She creates her world at night,
Her mind becomes a beacon of light,
Illuminating the dark corners of her mind.
She sees beyond her surroundings,
And in the stillness of the night,
The universe within her emerges,
She scripts these mysteries.
He crafts his art in a dimly lit room,
His mind flourishes in this ambience.
The designs emerge from the shadows,
Like a blooming meadow at dawn.
He sketches these creations,
And then they come to life.
I am a child born of the union of the two,
Two worlds dwell within me.
Sometimes I become a turbulent sea,
I create my realm at any time,
As long as it is an endearing clime,
Mysteries linger in my chamber,
And sometimes the unseen walks into my slumber.
She is gifted yet sometimes troubled by her abilities;
He is skilful and dutiful, yet haunted by the tendrils of the night.
I am a skyward architecture of the first and a budding of the second.
At times, I traverse strange pathways,
Together, we seek redemption.
August 30, 2025.
If only you could see
the forest for the trees
it would feel so good
for then as an evergreen
you'd be out of the woods
and if you cared for me
going out on a limb
tho' not on bended knee
I'd ask you to become
a branch of my family
so near and yet so far
you touched me to
the roots of my heart
and as one fir to another
I bough to you
with all it may impart
for yes I too am a conifer
and what's a tree to do
but stand here in the shade
patiently before I wilt away
while I pine for you
Juniper- a genus of evergreen
Under the cypress family list;
Neath scented leaves, new berries are green.
It had a place in mythology's mist.
Protection, Long life, Purification
Expressed in religious celebration
Rejecting evil spirits in between.
If only you could see
the forest for the trees
it would feel so good
for then as an evergreen
you'd be out of the woods
and if you cared for me
going out on a limb
tho' not on bended knee
I'd ask you to become
a branch of my family
so near and yet so far
you touched me to
the roots of my heart
and as one fir to another
I bough to you
with all it may impart
for yes I too am a conifer
and what's a tree to do
but stand here in the shade
patiently before I wilt away
while I pine for you
Spring and Summer those seasons went by
The best thing in the world always falls from the sky
No matter the situation, the love was theirs
The price was no luxury for the poor boys and girls
To sit up and prosper with such a delight
It grew up so fast, like a thief in the night
Many more came from just that one person
The first one that came made things a little worser
Then things got better to the lucky number six
Because the best number of all was three from the mix
It grew up so beautiful with no time to wonder
Intertwined with the opposite, then here come November
With no time to spare, the poor thing grew
Then out of the blue one became two
Wasted no time at all it just happened to be
The best part about it came happy number three
To move out the way and stay the course
It was time to add one more, and that soon made four
The number was up, and everything was complete
And that was how it started my Great Family Tree!!!
Why waste your money looking up your family tree? Just go into politics and your opponent will do it for you.
Mark Twain
I have spent a lot of time and money
My family tree has a lot of vacant branches
Hm, maybe I’ll follow Twain’s advice!
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.”
—Lauren Eden The Lioness Awakens, Poems
Light
i swing
in trees I can’t get down from
i buried myself in leaves
the branches
of salt shine from Navy boots
spoiled in adventure
smiling
as i jettison
above sun
i’m at home
love my family
the military
the church
i swing
to the hereafter
and generations will be kind to remember God
the light
in my eyes
splashdown
as i leap
from the highest branch
Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree
Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree
Children’s faces aglow
Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe
Midnight mass tradition with family
Flights have been cancelled call the hotels!
Humbug to last minute changes and jingle bells
Lil black dress doesn’t fit
BYO Test My Drink Kit
It’s pub night with my standby drinking pals
Merry Christmas
Joyeux Noël
Feliz Navidad
Happy Hanukkah
Happy Kwanzaa!
Two hearts intertwined.
Branches merge into one tree,
Families unite.
I read her old letters from time to time
Hoping one day she may still write
Pretending she's still just miles away
I'll send my letters out anyway
As I read the words I still hear her voice
In these passing moments my eyes get moist
All these times she talks about I remember well
Will you be gone very long? Why must you go at all?
I keep my thoughts, my memories
And share them with my family
All of us at your house on Christmas Eve
Say Mr. Postman do you have a letter in there for me?
I still feel her presence by the Christmas Tree
Twas the night before Christmas-
and my tree needed some decorations,
within a tattered box were some old creations;
from grandma, from mom, and from family donations.
So, off I went to dig through my locker room,
oh, that gloomy place was like a dusty tomb;
found them . . . all those old precious balls and stuff,
nothing new, most of them cracked, faded and a bit rough.
I pray Santa knows how much these decorations I love,
for they all came from angels now residing above;
amazing how tinsel can hide flaws as I hang it with care,
and standing back I cannot help to have a tear.
Twas the night before Christmas-
and my tree is all lit up shining and sparkling bright,
I leave a cookie and milk snack and a note for Santa tonight;
Santa, I only want one thing, a kitten fat, fluffy and pure white.
You come to me in my dreams
A foggy night a distant memory
I will never see you in life
But I’ll share your face in time
Family roots tender torn apart
Broken due to slavers cold heart
What was meant for evil we pray
Leads to blessings victory days
First black president of USA
And black First Lady descendant of slaves
Family history tree with roots so old
Despite being beaten separated sold
Victory is your blessed rainbow
First female president make it so
Like a tree, a family and its branches spread out and grow in different directions but are all rooted in the same soil.
Diverse be it may
The same seed we began and united all shall remain
Stopping by early, soon it will be Christmas Day,
Shiny gifts, inviting bows, ‘neath the tree do lay,
Hot, mulled apple cider in red glass, deer mugs.
Magnificent family with endless,warm, love hugs!
Roast beef, just glowing with luscious juice.
Sad absence of cousins, Maggie and Bruce!
The peace and love that fills the pine scented room.
Wish all days, were like this, the absence of gloom!
Merry Christmas poets and love to one and all!
This is your early eight week, wake up call!
10/25/2024
Love and hugs to all, in those busy, fun weeks ahead.
~ PANGIE~
A few scattered yellow wood cabins
a swimming pool surrounded by pines
a pier to fish from, a lake not to go in
‘cept for the stinkpots* and sailboats *i.e., motorboats
marshmallow roasts by the campfire at dusk
a ghost story or two to relate
along with the hotdogs and burgers that day
the ghosts evicted whatever we ate