#familyissues poems on Hello Poetry

LoveLy Nov 2015

The day my home turned to a battlefield was the day my mom said I so to a man who tough she loved him is worth less than dirt in her presence and less than that when she's gone. No lie I picked a side long before the war begun but it is still scary being the only one unarmed.

#war #hate #scared #battle #family #issues #familyissues

Brianne Rose Feb 2015

For Those

For those who care to Listen,
For those who care to Know,
We've all seen tears Glisten,
We've even seen them Glow.

When Family begins to break Down,
When they begin to Fight,
It's in words we Drown,
Even if we say them in Fright.

I cannot stress this More,
I don't know How,
But when these fights happen one leaves through the Door,
These things still happen - even Now.

We can only sit and Wait,
Hope and Pray,
that the following morn - they are still Husband and Mate,
And that it lasts throughout the Day.

I can't tell you if they'll still love each-other
I can't tell you if they'll still want to be Together.
I'm not a future teller, so I can't know how things will turn Out.

But when you see your parents Fight.
All you can do is hope and Pray,
that by the next Day,

They're still here to Stay.

Criticism Welcome

#familyissues

Brianne Rose Feb 2015

Headed Home

"Sometimes Heading Home is the hardest thing anyone will ever have to do"
These words aren't wrong, Almost everyday for the past week
All I have ever wanted to do was spend time away from home.
I joke that it is like, "World War 3 at home, and I'm the neutral in the Crossfire."
But it's nothing to joke about in all honesty.
It hurts, to hear the people you love arguing over things such as money, and bills.
And knowing that there is nothing you can do to help.

How does one live at home, When threats of leaving and divorce are so casually thrown across the dinner table, that you can't help but to try and slide down in your seat to become invisible.
You sit and listen to these things and wonder, 'Will that ever be me someday? Will I ever get married and act like this?'

I wish I could answer that question for myself...But no one can see that far ahead into their future.
I personally don't think I want to.

So I sit and wait.
I wait out the yelling.
The threats.
The Silence across the table.
The cold bitter, "Good Nights" that follow.
And even the Insults that come after the argument.

I wait.
And Wait.
And keep Waiting.
Until it's safe for this turtle to poke out her head, only after she has made sure the Crows have gone, and slowly start walking once more to where ever it was she was originally going before the crows came and began their fight.
I wait.
And listen to the sound of my heart, breaking ever more.

I wait until the day it finally shatters.

Criticism not wanted, but will be accepted.

#familyissues #thingsicanrelateto

Q Jul 2014

Silent Prayers

In these silences of utter loneliness I stop and reflect;
Is this really my life?
Have I actually spent all these years trying to find change when in reality I've been stuck in this round-about since I was born.
I can't escape it.
This is my reality.
Of course there are peaks
Of course I have moments of true happiness and bliss which seem enough to be alive for in the moment.
But those moments have passed, all of them that may have existed in my lifetime, it seems.
I feel as if tomorrow will be another black day on my calendar.
Another year full of shed tears
More fallen hope
My crumbling spirit..
How?
On this day, one of the happiest for Muslims, how has it been consistently marked for destruction?
How have I been running away from my family due to sheer pain and sadness on such a beautiful day of reuniting?
Not one, not two, but for the past six years it seems, peace has not entered this home.
Please Allah, let today be different.

*s.q.

#loneliness #familyissues #eid #muslimholiday #imadamndramaqueen

Dolores L Day May 2014

Listerine and Unhappy Thoughts (Intro)

I have a strong dislike for you.

At first it was fine.
You tried to cater and be kind.
Make me feel like your home was mine.
But now I must express why I hate you
half of the time.

You became clingy-
and it went downhill from there.

Intro to the poems about my step-dad.

#familyissues #stepdad #overuseoflistenine

JP Goss Apr 2014

A Bottle of Glass

“Take it, take it,” to an ocean I beseech
A phial of hungry glass
“To some distant beach”
Holding within it
All the air from my lungs,
Every heart beat,
Baby teeth and hair
All the domestic days in the Delaware creek
And spare
Time
Rolling in the waves, frothing jaws
Now have the empty bottle
I pause, I curse
That some child of me will
Coddle
In the ever-ceaseless body
Full and empty
As the phial, this thing of matter
Sublime in depth
But empty in purpose
Containing all life
But with heartless curses,
Instilled of placidity
But throbbing with surge
Until, it too, the phial will purge
—Had I known its fate of woe
( A monument! And I let it go!)
—I would have weathered the inevitable
( A monument! And I let it go!)
—Then, at least, there’d be something to show
( A monument! And I let it go!)

#familyissues #postmodernism #stupidwhitepersonproblems #stupidmiddleclassproblems #dontwanttogrowup #toomanhastags

Henry Hughes Apr 2014

Angry Young Woman

I see her there from across the building,
Hair covering her purple, tired eyes.
Her mind is not here, but deeply musing,
And my "Hello!" makes her jump with surprise.

I sit, and she quickly masks her writings,
Believing I can't see her quick mind shut.
But as we talk, I see she's still thinking;
I ask her what she wrote on the lined page. But

She tells me not. I found out later though;
About the fights with her 'loving' boyfriend;
The 'caring' family, whose care they never show;
And the school that's making her lose her wits.
Gradually, her mind is turning to dough.
She thinks no one cares. Little does she know...

This is a love poem, yes, but it is a platonic love poem about a friend of mine. Recently I spent the majority of an evening with her after inadvertently meeting her in the local library and then walking to a sort of youth group together where we again spent more time together through being paired up for an activity by the youth leader.

That evening I saw a lot more into her character, and through little things she would say or do, I began to piece together elements of her life, and saw that she wasn't entirely happy with the cards Life had dealt her.

It greatly moved me, and allowed me to gain a greater sense of place and humility.

I just want some feedback on how to improve my writing style, how to best utilise the techniques that I'm currently using, and some general feedback on the quality of the poem itself. Thanks a lot!

#sonnet #pentameter #platoniclove #relationshipproblems #familyissues #schoolpressure

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