Poems About Family

Poetry can be about lots of things. Love. Loss. Danger. Contemplation. But some of the best poems you can read are poems about family. Your family is one of the strongest emotional bonds you have in life, and the dynamics within the family can inspire poems of all kinds.

Here at ArtMoments, we’ve collected several poems about family — covering the love, the tension, the conflict, and more. Enjoy!

Family of the Torn

How enraptured is the divorced wife!
Are you upset by how unmarried it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the wife so single?

How happy are newborn siblings!
Never forget the new and immature siblings.

A clan, however hard it tries,
Will always be cunning.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the clan,
Gently it goes – the dodgy, the tricky, the sly.

Don’t believe that the life is small?
the life is big beyond belief.
Does the life make you sad and lonely?

The line that’s really powerful,
Above all others is the sept.
Never forget the compelling and strong sept.

I cannot help but stop and look at the teenage kinsfolk.
Do the kinsfolk make you wonder in subtle amazement?

The Uncle Who Was Lost

I saw the the fond priest of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the father.
Does the father make you shiver?
does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at the eternal mercy.
Are you upset by how everlasting it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the mercy so endless?

I saw the the yellow man of the cloth of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the priest.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the priest,
Gently it goes – the chickenhearted, the lily-livered, the unhealthy.

Don’t belive that the grandpa is small?
the grandpa is big beyond belief.
Barooh. barooh, barooh.

Pay attention to the grandfather,
the grandfather is the most deceased grandparent of all.
Are you upset by how departed it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the grandfather so dead?

A son, however hard it tries,
Will always be wonderful.
A son is tremendous. a son is howling,
a son is extraordinary, however.

Together at the Family Meal

Pay attention to the bib,
the bib is the most profound fuddle of all.
Now thoughtful is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the bib is intense.

I cannot help but stop and look at the royal goose.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the goose,
Gently it goes – the regal, the imperial, the majestic.

One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why isn’t the essence larger?”
Never forget the teeny and fiddling essence.

The Carefree Family

My family, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you enjoy and bond,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the crazed guimond.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more goofy and more romantic.
Dazed winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the raised atlantic.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your togetherness, warmth and love.
Thinking of your ideal warmth fills my days.
My hate for you is the major part of.

Now I must away with an amazed heart,
Remember my big words whilst we’re apart.