50 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.
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Within The Family's Embrace
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Within the family's embrace, love ignites,
A haven where children's dreams take flight.
Parents as beacons, shining so bright,
Guiding with wisdom, a constant light.
In their footsteps, values firmly planted,
A moral compass true, beautifully enchanted.
Role models inspiring, never disenchanted,
Children's hearts and minds forever enchanted.
With patience and grace, they nurture and mold,
Unveiling talents and stories untold.
Through challenges faced, together they hold,
Family's bond, a treasure of gold.
In laughter and tears, memories unfold,
Traditions and love, never growing old.
A symphony of love, a tale to be told,
Within family's embrace, hearts behold.
In this symphony of love, a legacy,
Passed down through generations with glee.
For family and children, a destiny,
A tapestry woven with love eternally. -
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. -
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. -
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. -
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. -
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. -
My Family Arrives
Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020
As Thanksgiving draws near, I can’t help but grin,
For my family arrives, each with their odd spin.
My Aunt. who always mixes up her words,
And my Uncle, who tells tales of talking birds.
My Cousin, with his laugh so loud and clear,
And Grandpa, who still wears suspenders this year.
Though they're quite unique in their own funny craze,
I love them all dearly—quirks and all—their merry ways. -
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. -
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. - 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. -
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! - 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. -
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. -
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. -
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 lies
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. -
Sunshine Of The Family
by Maria Frink
There is just one way; that is to surround them
by day and night with an atmosphere of love.
Restraint and reproof may be mingled with love,
but love must be a constant element.
"I found my little girl was growing unamiable and plain,"
said a mother to us the other day,
and, reflecting on it sadly,
I could only accuse myself as the cause thereof.
So I changed my management,
and improved every opportunity to praise and encourage her;
to assure her of my unbounded affection for her,
and my earnest desire that she should grow up to
lovely and harmonious womanhood.
As a rose opens to the sunshine,
so the child opened in the warmth of the constant affection
and caresses I showered upon her;
her peevishness passed away, her face grew beautiful;
and now one look from me brings her to my side,
obedient to my will, and happiest when she is near me."
Is not this a lesson for all parents?
Not all the plowing or weeding or cultivation of every sort
we can give our growing crops,
will do for them what the steady shining of the sun can affect.
Love is the sunshine of the family;
without it, not character, or morality, or virtue,
can be brought to perfection. -
A Family Is
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A family can be many things
But over time experience many swings
Happy days and sometimes, sad
Good things happen and also some bad.
A family is like a book
And each chapter not to be overlooked
Milestone events our family is there
They truly love us and do care.
A family is like sunshine
When all is happy it is divine
However, some families are torn
They just can't seem to weather the storm.
No matter the family you belong
Showing patience will make it strong
And most importantly is love
Love them lots and thank God above. -
The Best Estate
Poet: Alex F. Tuer
One counted his gold at the end of a day
In the busy marts of trade.
He fingered the coins that before him lay
And thought of the profits he'd made.
But it brought no joy to his withered soul -
He was tired and lonely and old.
No kin there were his wealthy to share
He had nothing in life but his gold.
A scientist set his telescope
And searched the heavens afar.
For his Life's goal lay in the one great hope
He'd discover an unknown star;
He knew no joy of a woman's love,
Or prattle of children dear.
He lived in a world of the stars above
And missed all the blessings near.
A laborer came to his home at night
To rest from the toil of the day.
His body was tired but his heart was light.
And he sang on his homeward way,
"Oh great is my wealth for I've strength and health
A home and a loving wife,
A handsome babe and a loyal friend,
What more can I ask of Life?"
Now if Fate should require you to choose your estate,
What more can I ask of Life?
The one with gold, the scientist old
Or the workman so happy and free?
Methinks that a family and home and friends
Can bring greater joy to the soul
Than all of the gold the world may hold
Or the star of the scientist's goal. -
Be Kind To Family
Poet: Margaret Courtney
Be kind to thy father; for when thou wer't young.
Who loved thee so fondly as he?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thy innocent glee.
Be kind to thy father; for now he is old,
His locks intermingled with gray;
His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold;
Thy father is passing away.
Be kind to thy mother; for, lo! on her brow
May traces of sorrow be seen;
Oh, well mayst thou cherish and comfort her now.
For loving and kind hath she been.
Remember thy mother: for thee shall she pray
As long as God giveth her breath;
With accents of kindness then cheer her lone way,
E'en to the dark valley of death.
Be kind to thy brother: his heart will have dearth
If the smiles of thy joy be withdrawn;
The flowers of feeling will fade at their birth
If the dew of affection be gone.
Be kind to thy brother wherever you are:
The love of a brother shall be
An ornament purer and richer by far
Than pearls from the depths of the sea.
Be kind to thy sister: not many may know
The depth of the sisterly love:
The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below
The surface that sparkles above.
Be kind to thy father, once fearless and bold.
Be kind to thy mother so near,
Be kind to thy brother nor show thy heart cold,
Be kind to thy sister so dear. -
Different Type of Folks
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Families include different types of folks
There are serious people and those full of jokes
There are those who pretend not to care
And then there are those who always share.
No matter the type of folks
Whether they're rich or always broke
These are people we can depend
They are with us to the end. -
Family Relationships
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Think of a family and you will see
Different relationships that can be.
A mom and a dad
That always love us even when mad.
A sister or brother
They are unlike any other
And then there is uncles and aunts
Who sometimes become a confidant.
Cousins there are lots
Old and young tots.
Grandparents who are loving and dear
Always can be counted on to be near.
While relationships vary with each one
There is one thing we all have in common
We all belong to the family clan
That is part of God's overall plan.
They are people we can call
If we face a life stumble and fall.
They pick us up and get us going again
A family is like links in the chain.
Families are given to us from above
Always appreciate them and give them love.
Keep your family close to you
Without them, life is hard to do. -
Perfect Family
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
You look at the family across the street
They seem so perfect and so sweet.
Why can't my family be like that
Maybe I should go and have a chat.
But if you chat or lived in their home
You may find issues that would make you roam
You see there is no perfect family
Every family is not orderly.
So appreciate the family you have
Your sisters, brothers, mom and dad.
You will have days where you want to scream
But there is no family as you dream.
Life is full of ups and downs
And families that make us frown
But the most important thing to remember
Part of a family you are a member.
So love them always, good or bad
Help them when they feel sad.
Be grateful for these people in your life
Who will stand by you in the good and the strife. -
Family Man
Poet: J. G. Saxe
I once was a jolly young beau
And knew how to pick up a fan.
But I've done with all that, you must know,
For now I'm a family man! -
The Family
Poet: Unknown
The family is like a book -
The children are the leaves,
The parents are the covers
That protecting beauty gives.
At first the pages of the book
Are blank and purely fair,
But Time soon writeth memories
And painteth pictures there.
Love is the little golden clasp
That bindeth up the trust;
Oh, break it not, lest all the leaves
Should scatter and be lost! - A Boy and His Dad by Edgar A. Guest
- Your Brother by Daniel C. Colesworthy
- A Happy Home by J.J. Thorne
- Rich by Strickland Gillilan
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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.
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We should all take time and reflect on the verses of this poem. Family is better than all the money in the world!
We are all made different. We all have our good qualities and our bad. This applies to every member of our family. But the difference with our family members is they are with us forever!
Relationships in life sometimes get complicated. And family relationships are no different. The point of this poem is to remind you to appreciate your family, love them!
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Many times we look at other families and wish we could be a part of that one rather than the one we belong to. However, always remember that no family is perfect, there are issues in every family. What you may think is perfect may actually be worst than the situation you are now in.
A short cute poem about being a family man. Life does change when you have a family and this short poem reflects just that!
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