Read Family Poetry
What does your Family mean to you?
When you think of your family, what emotions do you feel? We all feel different emotions, whether it is love, affection, sorrow, resentment, anger, tension, grief, appreciation, or just confusion. One thing we all have in common is that the word family will cause us to feel some emotion, and emotions are the life blood of poetry.
Our family is an integral part of who we are today.
Our mother, father, sisters, brothers, grandmothers, grandfathers; they were all a part of shaping our lives. Our beliefs, our attitudes, our prejudices, our religious viewpoint; can usually be traced to our childhood days when we were impressionable and open-minded. Ready to accept whatever beliefs our fathers and mothers impressed upon us.
How can the subject of family not raise in us emotions?
Emotions that we can put into words. Words which when organized and carefully selected, can be fashioned and shaped into poetry. So go ahead and enter your best family poem in our poetry contest!
Write a poem about your family!
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Family Quotes
"There's one sad truth in life I've found,
While journeying east and west
The only folks we really wound,
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow,
To those who love us best."
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family"
~Thomas Jefferson
"A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all"
~Washington Irving
Family Poem of the Day
THE FAMILY
The dark things of the wood
Are coming from their caves,
Flexing muscle.
They browse the orchard,
Nibble the sea of grasses
Around our yellow rooms,
Scarcely looking in
To see what we are doing
And if they still know us.
We hear them, or think we do:
The muzzle lapping moonlight,
The tooth in the apple.
Put another log on the fire;
Mozart, again, on the turntable,
Still there is a sorrow
With us in the room.
We remember the cave.
In our dreams we go back
Or they come to visit.
They also like music.
We eat leaves together.
They are our brothers.
They are the family
We have run away from.
- MARY OLIVER
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