29 Poems About Family, Short Poems About These Special Relationships

29 Poems About Family

Poems about family to share with your relatives. Families are such a key to life never take them for granted, always let them know how much you love and appreciate them.

Your family, whether a biological family or an adopted family helped make you who you are today. These people have made a difference in your life. Express your love and appreciation for these special people. Some of us have large families and some of us have small ones but the love within those families is what is important.

We can always count on our family no matter what has happened. They are always there for us, for the good times and the bad times.


Short Poems   /   Poems About Family

  1. Families Can Be
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Families can be big or small
    The people can be short or tall
    They can be full of girls and boys
    They can be quiet or full of noise.

    Families play a part of life
    Even when there is some strife
    But families can be full of love
    They are truly from God above.

    Appreciate your family each day
    Don't wait until they are old and gray
    Be sure to say I love you
    As families are with you through and through.



  2. The Stick-Together Families
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest


    The stick-together families are happier by far
    Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
    The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
    A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
    And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
    Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

    There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
    And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
    Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
    Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
    But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
    For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

    There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
    That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
    That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
    they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
    But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
    Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

    It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
    That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
    It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
    There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
    And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
    Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.



  3. Family In My Life
    Poet: Julie Hebert, 2011

    My life is filled,
    With loving people.
    This makes me feel,
    So darn grateful.

    I am honored for those,
    Wonderful people.
    They make life so,
    Real darn peaceful.

    So thank you, Mom,
    And thank you, Dad.
    You've both made me,
    So darn glad.

    And then there are Grandparents,
    Sisters, brothers, uncles, and aunts.
    You've all given me,
    Everything I could want.



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  5.  Relatives Stay
    Julie Hebert 2015


    Family is everything,
    In most people's eyes.
    But what do you do,
    When families despise?

    Relatives aren't chosen,
    Like we choose our friends.
    This makes getting along,
    Harder in the end.

    So what do we do,
    When we don't get along.
    I suppose we all just have to,
    Remember we’re lifelong.

    When a friendship goes sour,
    We all just walk away.
    But when you're family,
    You let it go and just stay.



  6. A Necklace Of Love
    by Frank L. Stanton


    No rubies of red for my lady —
    No jewel that glitters and charms,
    But the light of the skies in a little one's eyes
    And a necklace of two little arms.

    Of two little arms that are clinging
    (Oh, ne'er was a necklace like this!)
    And the wealth o' the world and Love's sweetness impearled
    In the joy of a little one's kiss.

    A necklace of love for my lady,
    That was linked by the angels above;
    No other but this — and the tender, sweet kiss
    That sealeth a little one's love.



  7. Family Circle
    Catherine Pulsifer, 2020


    When we are young
    It is family that we are among.
    When we move into the teen years
    Family no longer seems so dear!

    But life changes when we marry
    Our family helps us to carry
    A celebration to mark the day
    We are all happy in every way.

    Then the children are born
    And at times we feel so worn
    Our family comes to the rescue
    They mind the kids and we have no curfew.

    Then before you know it the children are gone
    The house seems so empty but life goes on
    And as we age our family we see
    Are more important than all the busy.

    With age, life takes on new meaning
    And you treasure the feeling
    Of being loved by those special people
    Who make up your family circle.



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  9. Families Are Forever
    Catherine Pulsifer, 2020


    We are born into them without a say
    Our family can support us and make our day.
    Families consist of many  different types
    Some so kind and others full of stripes.

    A loving family is a blessing from above
    It is one that is filled with much love.
    And while we may not always agree
    We do listen to each other to some degree.

    Respect and cherish these special folks
    And don't forget to laugh at their corny jokes.
    No matter what road in life you go down
    Your family is always there even when you frown.

    We may drift apart as the years go by
    But we never know when it is our last goodbye
    So hug your family, stay close to them
    You will find that they can be your best friend.



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  11. A Family Is

    Poet: Kate Summers, 2020


    A family is a group of people
    It can be a group or a couple.
    A family is where
    People care.

    They share a love for each other
    They don't have to be a biological brother
    They offer support and encouragement too
    In facing life and all you do.

    You can be sure when times are hard
    They will show up and be a safeguard
    And when times are good
    They share and laugh as they should

    Without family the world can be a lonely place
    With no one to love or to embrace
    These relationships you should cherish
    Your life they will enrich.



  12. Our Kin
    Poet: Mary S. Scotsburn


    Sister, brother, Mom and Dad
    All make a family glad
    And aunts and uncles with cousins too
    Can make a family more than two.

    And then grandparents play a special role
    They complete and make the family whole.
    And don't forget those special friends
    They help make the family blend.

    All these people play a part
    They are in our lives from the start
    They know us better than most
    To them, we feel very close.

    We don't have to pretend or be okay
    They accept us the way we are today
    We know no matter what
    They won't let us stay in a rut.

    They encourage and support us
    And the love they offer is a plus.
    All these people, we are blessed
    With our kin who are the best!



  13. Read this poem and think about the words you say to your family. The point is we are sometimes more thoughtful of the words we speak with strangers than we are with our own family.

  14. Our Own
    Poet: Margaret Sangster


    If I had known in the morning
    How wearily all the day
    The word, unkind,
    Would trouble my mind
    I said when you went away,
    I had been more careful, darling,
    Nor given you needless pain;
    But we vex "our own"
    With look and tone
    We might never take back again.

    For though in the quiet evening
    You may give me the kiss of peace.
    Yet it might be
    That never for me
    The 'pain of the heart would cease.
    How many go forth in the morning
    That never come home at night,
    And hearts have broken
    For harsh words spoken
    That sorrow can near set right.

    We have careful thought for the stranger.
    And smiles for the sometime guest.
    But oft for "our own"
    The hitter tone.
    Though we love "our own" the best.
    Ah! lips with the curve impatient,
    Ah! brow with the look of scorn,
    T'were a cruel fate
    Were the night too late
    To undo the work of the morn.



  15. The Old-Time Family
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest


    It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadays
    The burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.
    Of course the cost of living has gone soaring to the sky
    And our kids are wearing garments that my parents couldn't buy.
    Now my father wasn't wealthy, but I never heard him squeal
    Because eight of us were sitting at the table every meal.

    People fancy they are martyrs if their children number three,
    And four or five they reckon makes a large-sized family.
    A dozen hungry youngsters at a table I have seen
    And their daddy didn't grumble when they licked the platter clean.
    Oh, I wonder how these mothers and these fathers up-to-date
    Would like the job of buying little shoes for seven or eight.

    We were eight around the table in those happy days back them,
    Eight that cleaned our plates of pot-pie and then passed them up again;
    Eight that needed shoes and stockings, eight to wash and put to bed,
    And with mighty little money in the purse, as I have said,
    But with all the care we brought them, and through all the days of stress,
    I never heard my father or my mother wish for less.



  16. Home, Sweet Home
    Poet: John Howard Payne


    'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam.
    Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
    A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there.
    Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
    Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
    There's no place like home.

    An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
    Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
    The birds, singing gayly, that came at my call, —
    Give me them — and the peace of mind, dearer than all.
    Home, home, sweet, sweet home.
    There's no place like home.



  17. The Family's Homely Man
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest


    There never was a family without its homely man,
    With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan,
    An' a shock of hair that brush an' comb can't ever straighten out,
    An' hands that somehow never seem to know what they're about;
    The one with freckled features and a nose that looks as though
    It was fashioned by the youngsters from a chunk of mother's dough.
    You know the man I'm thinking of, the homely one an' plain,
    That fairly oozes kindness like a rosebush dripping rain.
    His face is never much to see, but back of it there liesv A heap of love and tenderness and judgment, sound and wise.

    And so I sing the homely man that's sittin' in his chair,
    And pray that every family will always have him there.
    For looks don't count for much on earth; it's hearts that wear the gold;
    An' only that is ugly which is selfish, cruel, cold.
    The family needs him, Oh, so much; more, maybe, than they know;
    Folks seldom guess a man's real worth until he has to go,
    But they will miss a heap of love an' tenderness the day
    God beckons to their homely man, an' he must go away.

    He's found in every family, it doesn't matter where
    They live or be they rich or poor, the homely man is there.
    You'll find him sitting quiet-like and sort of drawn apart,
    As though he felt he shouldn't be where folks are fine an' smart.
    He likes to hide himself away, a watcher of the fun,
    An' seldom takes a leading part when any game's begun
    . But when there's any task to do, like need for extra chairs,
    I've noticed it's the homely man that always climbs the stairs.

    And always it's the homely man that happens in to mend
    The little toys the youngsters break, for he's the children's friend.
    And he's the one that sits all night to watch beside the dead,
    And sends the worn-out sorrowers and broken hearts to bed.
    The family wouldn't be complete without him night or day,
    To smooth the little troubles out and drive the cares away.


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