29 Beautiful Poems About Family Love, Strength, And Support

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Families are blessings. Though your siblings can be irritating and your parents could be stricter at times, you know they will always be there by your side through highs and lows to love and support you. So pick some beautiful poems about family from our post to share the purest expression of love with them.

Poets have attempted to portray the unconditional love that spans generations and families through some wonderful verses and define what it means to be a part of a lineage or inheritance. This post comprises a list of some of the best family poems you may read and share with your loved ones or relatives, celebrating your family’s heritage and the special bond that connects you all.

29 Poems About Family

1. Pokeberries

I started out in the Virginia mountains
with my grandma’s pansy bed
and my Aunt Maud’s dandelion wine.
We lived on greens and back-fat and biscuits.
My Aunt Maud scrubbed right through the linoleum.
My daddy was a Northerner who played drums
and chewed tobacco and gambled.

He married my mama on the rebound.
Who would want an ignorant hill girl with red hair?
They took a Pullman up to Indianapolis
and someone stole my daddy’s wallet.
My whole life has been stained with pokeberries.
No man seemed right for me. I was awkward
until I found a good wood-burning stove.
There is no use asking what it means.
With my first piece of ready cash I bought my own
place in Vermont; kerosene lamps, dirt road.
I’m sticking here like a porcupine up a tree.
Like the one our neighbor shot. Its bones and skin
hung there for three years in the orchard.
No amount of knowledge can shake my grandma out of me;
or my Aunt Maud; or my mama, who didn’t just bite an apple
with her big white teeth. She split it in two.
—Ruth Stone (1915–2011)

2. Sonnets Are Full of Love

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love,my Mother,on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
—Christina Rossetti (1830–94)

3. I Love My Family So Much

To be a part of a family like mine
is so divine
where love is shown
hurt is shared
our love for each other is never impaired

we talk
we laugh
we cry
but we are a family
and we do it all together
for as a family
we do it all as one

you hurt one
you hurt all
and as a family unit
we will all stand tall
for we are family
a family full of strength
a family full of love
a family no one can touch
这就是为什么我爱我的家人。
—Mahfooz Ali

4. Family Love Forever

Have u ever thought actually
What it would be like, without a family.

Family is the only one,
Where one experiences best of fun.
Family is an elegant necklace,
Whose bond may appear broken
But deep inside, their hearts are still one.

When the unwanted sorrows seem longer than a mile,
Your dear old family makes you smile.

When because of a mistake no event
Works out for your sake.
When life refuses to mend
There comes a sharp bend,
Family gives necessary amends,
To the family all worries can be sent.

In a fraction of time,
Your sorrows will leave
It may sound absurd
But you’ve got to believe.

Wherever you may be,
You belong to the pack.
And to them you can always go back.
—.Pd.

5. Family Comes Together

Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
Family comes together
For always and forever
Without any reason
Anytime or any season
Family comes together
For always and forever
In death or in life
In happiness or in strife
Family comes together
For always and forever
In anger or in kindness
Whether all seeing or in blindness
Family comes together
For always and forever
Whether for work or for play
They somehow find a way
For family to come together
Because families are forever
—Glaedr the poet

6. Family First

One of the most heart felt feelings is
Putting your family first
它不需要一个学者或数学天才
To recognize one suffering from thirst
Whether it be for liquid or love
My parents put family first with education
Taught about respect and God above
About land and its preservation
And about family and friends
Sharing the present and the past
Making family number one with love that never ends
And memories that last and last!
—Ouida Nell Greene

7. The Family Tree

We’ve got a family album
Like afamily tree
A thrill to turn the pages
The pictures we can see

开始with grands and greats
Then slowly down the line
Like a book of history
A journey through the time

Fashions start to alter
Mustaches come and go
Ladies skirts skip up and down
A proper fashion show

Top hats change to boaters
To caps then none at all
Ladies bonnets disappear
And so does grannies shawl

Picture’s change to colour
Black and white has gone
A different place, a different time
So much to look upon

But what is so amazing
Is the likeness we can see
Showing up the genes
Right through our family tree
—Olive Walters

8. Family First

Friends may come and friends may go
Family is first and this I know
Putting friends first is a mistake
And not one that you should make

Family’s forever and this I know
Friends enter your life and then they go
Making friends is fun trust me with this
But not something you would miss

Love your family while they are here
Keep their love very near
Family can leave the world at any time
So don’t make yourself feel like slime

Family is here to comfort you
I know your friends do this too
Without your family you would be lost
Hold on to them no matter the cost
—Bonnie B Long

9. Family

As his son was to start school
Dad wrote poems everyday
The poems turned into a cap, a satchel
textbooks, crayons
and a small umbrella
On the first day of April
his son went with Mom
through the town full of cherry blossoms
to the People’s School in an old castle
to attend its first grade entrance ceremony
At home, now left quiet,
Dad was alone with an aged maid
listening to bulbuls’ calls
listening to the sea’s roar
as if he hadn’t heard them for a long time
-Tatsuji三好(1900 - 1964)由Takako翻译Lento (2010)

10. Family

God gave each of us a special family
that we can call our own.
A family that loves us for who we are
so we would never feel alone.

They may not like everything we do
or everything we say,
but the beautiful thing about “family”
is that they love us anyway.

Sometimes we feel rejected
by people who do not care,
but our hearts are warmed when remembering
that our family is always there!

So hug them a little more often,
for sometimes we hurt the ones we love.
And tell them how much you love them,
for they were sent to you from above.

—Josephine Zavala-Florez

11. My Family

Looking back at my life
my family has always been there
right from the start of my life
we have a long history together

Inevitably there will be moments
of conflicting emotions even anger
yet family is my stronghold
in times of crises and sufferings

When I was down
my family was there to pick me up
when I was unwell and ill
my family poured forth love and care
During times when I was lost
I was guided back to my family
during times when I was fornlorn
my family was my undying supporters

Through tears and anguish
through joys and laughters
through growing up and maturing
my family weathered through it all

My heart fills up tenderly
with love and appreciation
with deep emotions and deep gratitude
my family is always a part of my life!
—Fion Lim

12. Family Reunions

Siblings different as day and night
Same environment we grew up in
Each carrying one’s own character
Diverse values and mindsets
Distinct set of life priorities
Living out lives in various ways

When occasion calls for a reunion
Grievances and complaints cast aside
Differences melt into saw dust
Nothing heavy nothing embarrassing
Just happy chat as best as can be
Reveling in family ties for good measure

Memories of the old a common thread
Laughter and merry-making aplenty
Cherishing the limited time together
Basking in unbreakable bonds of kinship
Before each departing back to own life
Oh the ties of family and reunions
—Fion Lim

13. I’m Going Home

The unrelenting tug at my heart
Something is amiss
I’ve been away from home
For too many days weeks months
I’m going home

My mother she misses me
My family is waiting for me
Kinship binds hearts together
Roots of love run deep
I’m going home

No matter how far I’m away
Oceans mountains or miles apart
A part of me never leaves home
Home is where my family resides
I’m going back home

—Fion Lim

14. A Happy Family

A happy family is one blessed by God!
Both parents slog all life for their children;
和孩子尊重父母,除非t rod;
All walk united en way to Heaven.

A happy family lives in piety;
Their home is warm and welcomes everyone;
They’re satisfied and live with satiety;
There’s time for love, care, work, play, also fun!

A happy family loves its neighbors well;
All share their joys, woes, grief and problems too;
Their faith in God, their smiling faces tell;
With divine aim, all earthly works, they do!

A happy family prays in harmony;
God meets their needs of body, soul, money!
—Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar

15. A Tribute To The Family

Of all the silver and the gold,
of all the gems our eyes behold,
we look around and see the sky
and all the clouds go rolling by.
We hear the noise of aer-o-planes,
and listen to the birds that sing.
And then O’ God inside of me a voice
speaks so soft and sweet! And then I
raise my hands to Thee and Thank You
for my family. The trees in all their beauty be….
In God’s creation speaks to me. The
grass, the flowers and all the shrubs
and indications of God’s love. The
mountains, valleys, hills, and vales
甚至在一些lonesome trail
and then O’ God inside of me a voice speaks so soft
and sweet, and then I raise my hands to Thee
and Thank You for my family. We are all created by God above, and
brought together by His love. We are one
blood, we are all kin, and we are also
each others friend. Wherever we travel across this land, we pray that God will
hold our hands. From every sea to shining sea,
where ever I go, wherever I be the soft sweet
voice speaks inside of me, and then I raise
my hands to Thee, O’ God, Thank You for my
family.
—Connie Baker

16. Family

Tell me what does family mean to you
Is it all the little special things one another do
Or is it the bond that one another has
Maybe its the love from one generation to another one it pass
Family is more than a six letter word
It is a word that often need to be heard
Family is more than realitives they are friends
Friend that will stick with you to the very very end
A family bond is stronger than ever
Because it can overcome any stormy weather
A family stand tall no matter how hard they fall
Uniting as one when their backs against the wall
That is simply what a family do
Helping you become a better you
So when you think about the word family
Think beyound just the background history
Like they say a empty house is not a home
And a true faithful family never stands alone
—Jeanette Matthews

17.家庭关系

Family ties are precious things
woven through the years,
of memories, togetherness,
of laughter, love and tears.

Family ties are treasured things
forged in childhood days,
by love of parents, deep and tru,
by tradition, by family ways.

Family ties are treasured things
and although we may roam,
the tender bond with those we love
still pulls our hearts towards home.
—Virginia Moore

18. The Family Tree

One tree outlives the mighty oak
Because it’s made of special folk,
Through generations changing form,
Providing shelter from life’s storm.

Our parents’ parents and before,
Who may have lived on distant shores,
They root our lives in memories;
We’re nourished by their histories.

A sturdy trunk that lends support
And gives us care of every sort –
The fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts,
Who nurture us like tender plants
The children, branching toward the sky,
Have brand new dreams and deeds to try.
And babies, buds that seem so small,
Will flower so the tree grows tall.
—Jim Wolf

19. Family

There’s a special kind of closeness
that only families know,
That begins with childhood trust
and deepens as you grow.

There’s a special kind of happiness
in sharing little things,
The laughter, smiles, and quiet talks
that daily living brings.

There’s a special kind of comfort
in knowing your family’s there,
To back you up, to cheer you up
to understand and care.

Of all the treasures life may bring,
your family means the most,
And whether near or far apart,
That love will hold you close.
—Glenda Campbell

20. Little Sister

The day they got bashed up by Barry’s gang
then smashed his father’s biggest Queensland Blue
and stonked the roof with marbles for an hour,
their mother, bursting at the seams, came due.

Discussing trip-wires, ambushes and bombs,
they walked the seven streets to Aracan.
Their grandmother kept dropping things. “Drat!”
She’d tipped the peelings in the billycan.

“Now Mam, you stay put in that chair,”
their grandfather heaped pine-cones on the fire
and made some bubble and squeak with cheese and sauce
while they played Snakes and Ladders on the floor.

Late that night they heard their father’s car
and listened from the dark carved-wooden bed.
The back door clicked. “A girl, both well,” “Thank God!”
“Let’s put the kettle on,” their Papa said.
—Jan Owen

21. Those Wintry Days

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
—Robert Hayden, poets.org

22. Family Likeness

“You’re just like them!” they say.
And me, I yell, “No way!
He’s so moody,
She’s so shrill,
His chin juts out,
Boy can she shout!
His nose is big,
And mine’s quite small
There’s no resemblance at all.”

But then on days of harmony
I find that I agree.
Our family is made of different parts,
But we’re all the same
In our hearts.
—Alison Jean Thomas

23. Simple Truths About Family

Family, the people you share everything with…
Including colds, looks, leftovers, and feuds.

Family, the people you love the most…
But pretend not to know when you’re out in public together.

Family, the people you can really count on…
To borrow clothes, money, and get on your last nerve.

Family, the people you respect…
Even though you’d rather die than let friends find out how crazy they are.

Family, the people you just can’t live without…
Even though sometimes you’re pretty sure you’d like to give it a try.

—Kelly Roper

24.比赛去睡眠

They’re on their marks, they’re set,
Their off!!
Matthew is kicking off his shoes!
Penny’s struggling out of her jumper!
He’s ripping off his trousers!
She’s got one sock off! Now the other’s off!
But Metthew’s still wining! No, he’s not!
It’s Penny! Penny’s is in the lead!
She’s down her knickers!
She’s racing out of the room!
She’s racing upstairs!
Matthew is right behind her!
There’s a fight on the landing!
There’s a scramble at the bathroom’s door!
It’s Penny! It’s Metthew! It’s…
Splash! They’re both in the bath!
But there’s a hitch!
Matthew’s got soap in his eyes!
Penny’s got soap on her nose!
They’re stalling! But no, they’re both fine!
They’re both out of the bath! They’re neck and neck!
It’s Matthew! It’s Penny! It’s Metthew!
Now’s is Penny again! She’s ahead!
She’s first on with her pyjamas!
Now Metthew is catching up! There’s nothing in it!
They’re climbing into their beds!
They’re both absolutely quiet!
It’s the hardest race in the whole world!!
—Brian Patten, poemanalysis.com

25. No Children!

No children in the house to play–
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
When night comes on and the work is through,
With no glad little folks to shout,
No eager feet to race about,
No youthful tongues to chatter on
About the joy that’s been and gone?
The house might be a castle fine,
But what a lonely place to dine!

No children in the house at all,
No fingermarks upon the wall,
No corner where the toys are piled–
Sure indication of a child.
No little lips to breathe the prayer
That God shall keep you in His care,
No glad caress and welcome sweet
When night returns you to your street;
No little lips a kiss to give–
Oh, what a lonely way to live!

No children in the house! I fear
We could not stand it half a year.
What would we talk about at night,
Plan for and work with all our might,
Hold common dreams about and find
True union of heart and mind,
If we two had no greater care
Than what we both should eat and wear?
We never knew love’s brightest flame
Until the day the baby came.

And now we could not get along
Without their laughter and their song.
Joy is not bottled on a shelf,
It cannot feed upon itself,
And even love, if it shall wear,
Must find its happiness in care;
Dull we’d become of mind and speech
Had we no little ones to teach.
No children in the house to play!
Oh, we could never live that way!
—Edgar A. Guest

26. In Both the Families

In both the families that both belong to me
there is every shade of brown, and tan, and paler honey, creamy gold.

I face faces that I see in both the families that both belong to me,
and they can face my crooked grin.

Here is every shade of every color skin.
We fit in.
—Arnold Adoff

27. Families Can Be

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.

—Catherine Pulsifer, stresslesscountry.com

28. To My Sister

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.

My sister! (’tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.

Edward will come with you;–and, pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.

Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
–It is the hour of feeling.

One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.

Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.

And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We’ll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.

Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

—William Wordsworth

29. A Family History

At dusk the girl who will become my mom
must trudge through the snow, her legs
cold under skirts, a bandanna tight on her braids.
In the henhouse, a klook pecks her chapped hand
as she pulls a warm egg from under its breast.
This girl will always hate hens,
and she already knows she won’t marry a farmer.
In a dim barn, my father, a boy, forks hay
under the holsteins’ steaming noses.
They sway on their hooves and swat dangerous tails,
but he is thinking of snow, how it blows
across the gray pond scribbled with skate tracks,
of the small blaze on its shore, and the boys
in black coats who skate hand-in-hand
round and round, building up speed
until the leader cracks that whip
of mittens and arms, and it jerks around
fast, flinging off the last boy.
He’d be that one—flung like a spark
trailing only his scarf.

—Julia Spicher Kasdorf, poets.org

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