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

Crowds

It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming. Multitude, solitude: identical terms, and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd. The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself of someone else, as he chooses. Like those wandering souls who go looking for a body, he enters as he likes into each man's personality. For him alone everything is vacant; and if certain places seem closed to him, it is only because in his eyes they are not worth visiting.

Mother 1 - My Beautiful And Charming Mother

Your eyes like glittering pearls remain embedded in my heart, Your smile so sweet and charming- a vision unforgettable! Your thick dark tresses like a canopy over a bright shining forehead Adorned with sandalwood paste and a red circle of ‘ kumkum' at the centre, Your hair long circling at the ends like tendrils thick and wavy, Your face so bright and joyous, always with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes! Your words, sharp and witty, forever echo in my ears, Your hilarious anecdotes and metaphors,

The Idea Of Ancestry

Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead) , grand- fathers (both dead) , brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins (1st and 2nd) , nieces, and nephews.They stare across the space at me sprawling on my bunk.I know their dark eyes, they know mine.I know their style, they know mine.I am all of them, they are all of me; they are farmers, I am a thief, I am me, they are thee. I have at one time or another been in love with my mother,

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

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,

Our Poem Hunter Family

Beauty is seen daily in poetic duty every day, Cutie is our Poem Hunter Family all here say. Far across the globe poets unite here to write, Daily poem of the day to readers does delight. We unite for love, for peace and for more bliss, We write poems from spirit we all do not miss. World is our lovely family here we truly feel,

' In My Father's Shoes '

The lamp of the bright life had darkened. When my father life was taken by God. It was the darkest moment ever experienced by my mother and family. We are family of ten. I am the eldest. That time I was twenty years of age. A new graduate and has no job yet. My mother's teary, query eyes was on me.

The Wasp

The wasp and all his numerous family I look upon as a major calamity. He throws open his nest with prodigality, But I distrust his waspitality.

Mother And I Wept

Here is the incidence, very true of its kind and, has taken place in my life. In one place mother wept for me and in the second place I wept.Both has no bearing on each other but since it was between mother and son, I thought of it putting it to a general public for view. I joined Indian Air Force much to the dislike of whole family. My brother was living just 120 km. away from my native place and I was just informed to report to the recruiting office for medical check up and tests. When I reached office, and much to my dismay, it was very brief and we were given clearance and instructed to report to the training centre at Bangalore.

Two Infants Ii

A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir. Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life. As the mass dispersed and silence was restored to the vicinity, the wretched woman placed the infant on her lap and looked into his face and wept as if she were to baptize him with tears. And with a hunger weakened voice she spoke to the child saying, "Why have you left the spiritual world and come to share with me the bitterness of earthly life? Why have you deserted the angels and the spacious firmament and come to this miserable land of humans, filled with agony, oppression, and heartlessness? I have nothing to give you except tears; will you be nourished on tears instead of milk? I have no silk clothes to put on you; will my naked, shivering arms give you warmth? The little animals graze in the pasture and return safely to their shed; and the small birds pick the seeds and sleep placidly between the branches. But you, my beloved, have naught save a loving but destitute mother." Then she took the infant to her withered breast and clasped her arms around him as if wanting to join the two bodies in one, as before. She lifted her burning eyes slowly toward heaven and cried, "God! Have mercy on my unfortunate countrymen!" At that moment the clouds floated from the face of the moon, whose beams penetrated the transom of that poor home and fell upon two corpses.

Divine Family

Family is a familiar word, everybody does know, It is a set of relation, can you say no? The set is just combination of children and parent, There members of households and relatives are inherent. It means to group of person closely related by blood, It includes parents, children, uncle and aunts in one clod. Family also means to group of things those are alike, It is too all the descendants of one lineage like.

Hurt Me But Not My World Family

When you do anyway, hurt me a hurt Only this me is hurt, But when you hurt a member of my family My soul is hurt instantly, When you hurt my neighbor, friend My mind is seriously hurt, Again when you hurt of humans any

Another Year

log fueled fire blazes in a hearth, throwing out intermittent shadows embellishing a darkened room a flickering candle burns through yet another Christmas eve its light reaches out to highlight images of a family past a silence is broken by a rocking, creaking chair that projects it's outline upon an empty wall, a victim of years gone by reminisces of many such nights, as a wind roars around snow-filled fields outwith a bolted wooden door...

! Homage To A Not Unknown Poet

Straightway - it's the tone. Even; quiet but clear; is it writing, or is it talking? As if to family: you're being filled in on what happened yesterday or last week; it's a continuation of what you last spoke of; so no 'tone' about the tone; you have a background of a lifetime's love not to need to talk about; you're friends even before you are family if you know what I mean;

A Family Reunion

And as I approach the light I pray my FATHER is there waiting for me As he extends his hand I will carry the load moving on with him

Family

Family is supposed to have your back, Family is supposed to know you, There are supposed to be no secrets with family, There are supposed to be no lies with family, Family is supposed to love each other unconditionally, Family is supposed to be there for you, There is supposed to be understanding in a family, There is supposed to be trust in a family, Family is supposed to be there for you, Family is supposed to understand.

Across Kansas

My family slept those level miles but like a bell rung deep till dawn I drove down an aisle of sound, nothing real but in the bell, past the town where I was born. Once you cross a land like that you own your face more: what the light struck told a self; every rock denied all the rest of the world.

All In A Family Way

My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, Having little or nought to put in 'em. My tradesman are smashing by dozens, But this is all nothing, they say; For bankrupts, since Adam, are cousins, So, it's all in the family way.

Scrub

I visit doctor for myself and my family to clean the illness out, I clean my nail, hair and body, I sweep my table, room, house... and spider webs inside my head until I am cleaned into dust.