Family Poems for Kids
Fun & Serious Family Poems for Children
All children are born into a family, and it’s with those people they create bonds, strong relationships, and lasting memories. Even when brothers and sisters get on each other’s nerves, deep down they love each other. Grandparents, mothers and fathers, and siblings hold a special place in a child’s heart.
28 Family Poems for Kids - From Fun to Serious
Fun Poem About Mixed Feelings For An Older Brother
Of all the burdens I must bear,
My brother's number one.
Our parents really messed up there.
They've raised an awful son.
He's lazy, stubborn, rough and mean
And thinks he's boss of me.
The biggest grouch you've ever seen
And greedy as can be.
His constant teasing makes me sore.
He does it just for spite.
He cheats and brags and, furthermore,
He tickles when we fight.
Unless he stops, I swear someday
I'll punch his ugly face.
And if they'd let me have my way,
I'd shoot him into space.
But other times he's not so bad.
He's taught me lots of games.
He gave me toys and books he had
And calls me funny names.
He helps me when my homework's hard
And finds me when I hide.
He built the treehouse in our yard
And lets me play inside.
He laughs at every joke I tell
And gives me good advice.
He knows when I'm not feeling well
And treats me extra nice.
So, all in all, I'd have to say
It's better in the end
To let the no-good nuisance stay.
My brother is my friend.Latest Shared Story
A beautiful poem with childhood memories, both positive and negative. The experience of many younger brothers, I guess.
This woman as beautiful as can be.
She's always been there for me.
Yeah, she's my mother, my best friend too.
Without her in my life,
I wouldn't know what to do.
Her heart made of gold, giving love
so freely; can't be bought or sold.
No matter who you are or what you do,
She's there to listen and help you through.
Can't express how great she is to me.
Without her, know not where I'd be.
No one like her, my best friend, my mother.
Valentine's Day Poem For Dad
Daddy, I love you
For all that you do.
I'll kiss you and hug you
'Cause you love me, too.
You help me, but sometimes,
you need me to teach you to play.
So smile 'cause I love you
On this Valentine's Day!Latest Shared Story
Here is a poem from me to you. I love you. You love me too. On this Valentine's Day I wanna be with you, be with you. Hold me around your arms. I love you.
4. From DadA Dad's Love For His Children
I never thought I could love someone
The way that I love you.
I'm completely fascinated
With everything you do.
I don't regret a moment with you,
Whether good or bad.
You have made my life complete,
The best life a guy could have.
You might not ever notice
Everything I do,
But everything I'm doing
Is for no one else but you.
My goal in life is simple.
It's to be your father first.
To protect, defend, and love you
When you are at your worst.
I know when you grow older
You won't want me anymore.
If you ever need me, though,
I'll be waiting at the door.
Promise you will come to me
With any problem that you have.
I'll always be right here for you.
I love you both! Love, DadLatest Shared Story
These values, considered to be outdated, have their own charm and importance. Love, after all, is the backbone of any society. Even plantation, animals and human beings long for love. Now, in...
5. BoysPoem About The Adventures Of Little Boys
Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.
Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.
Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.
Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up
A Funny Poem For My Sister
Sometimes you drive us all crazy.
Sometimes me more than others.
But sometimes you yell
and kick at nothing for no reason.
Tell me, little sis, what are we going to do with you?!
I keep on telling myself,
"I wanted a sister, not an alien!"
Only to have mother tell me you are human.
I laugh as you walk in with underwear on your head!
Now it's mother's turn to say,
"Oh, what are we going to do with you?"
But sometimes, when it's bedtime,
you can be the sweetest thing.
I find it adorable when you snuggle
with your small teddy bear.
And I can't help but say,
"What are we going to do with you?"Latest Shared Story
This poem just reminds me of my daughter and how she gets on her big brother's nerves. She is a sweet thing to have around, but you can never tell what she will do in the next minutes. Most...
Poem About Spending Time With Grandpa
My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,
But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever.
I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.
I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too.
The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss.
Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.Latest Shared Story
Love your poem about fishing with your Grandpa. There are millions of fish in the oceans and ponds, but being with your Grandpa is a beautiful bond! Enjoy every memory with him; it's priceless!
A jelly I ate,
The one my sister made.
Made me want to faint.
She keeps stealing my paint
And waking me up late.
Bossing me around
Is what I can't take.
I want to slap her,
For goodness sake.
Spending my money
Is not great.
Can't she stop
For just one day?
Is what I want to say,
But if I do
She'll smack me
I wish I could call her a...
Something that shall not be named,
But we're still sisters,
Because of our
Latest Shared Story
You are lucky to have your sister. Mine left me 3 years ago. I hope you will be able to enjoy the moments with your sister.
Whenever I see your sweetest smile,
My pain and sorrow are gone for a while.
Whenever I get mad because you're so unruly,
You'll just hug me and say, "I'm sorry!"
You've got a lot of questions.
You have some wonderful visions!
My little nephew, let your imagination soar;
Let your spirit travel afar...
Spread your wings of generosity;
Open your heart to the wretched and needy!
And you'll discover the rainbow
Of hope that's within you...
Positive Divorce Poem From Child's Perspective
This is my life:
My parents are split up.
I can't believe they gave up.
My life isn't the same.
It is different and plain.
This is so different than the life we had together.
I thought that we would last forever.
Instead of feeling crabby,
Now I am happy.
Now their lives have just begun.
I wonder what their lives are going to become.
But now I have two families, and that is cool,
Compared to a lot of my friends at my school.
So I am not the only one who feels this way,
So I just wanted to say
No matter what, they support me and they love me.
I just want them to be very happy.
This is my life, and I am very glad.
This is the life with my mom and dad.
Latest Shared Story
I love this poem and relate to it very much! I'm using it for a class presentation. After my parents got divorced, God blessed me with the best bonus mom ever! She even feels like my own. My...
11. Breaking DayPoem About A Naughty Kid
Today, I broke everything I touched
My own toothbrush
I smashed my sister's favorite cup,
Lost her bracelet for good luck
I even crushed a chair of timber,
Where my father reads and lingers
I ruined mother's chicken soup,
Too much salt in there I scooped
Spattered rice on the kitchen floor,
Drew pink heart shapes on the wall,
Broke my crayons,
Tore all papers,
When my Nana napped I woke her.
With all the broken scoops and piles,
I have shredded everyone's smiles
But then before bedtime they hugged me
I'm their baby,
They still love me!Latest Shared Story
I get what you feel. I have bad days too. But whatever I do, I will still be loved, AND SO WILL YOU! Go for it! Don´t be afraid to shine! Crack a joke! Be brave. You will survive! If you need...
Poem About A Little Sister
I have a little sister.
She bothers me a lot.
When we get in trouble,
She laughs and never gets caught.
When I have friends over,
She bothers him or her.
Then she runs out laughing,
Thinking she's an emperor.
When I am mad at her,
You can hear me scream for a mile.
But when she is nice to me,
You will see me smile!
13. Open ArmsMy Father And Me
You're the one with open arms
When the darkness closes in.
When the shadows come and the nightmares make it hard to sleep,
You're always there to chase them all away.
You were there with every skinned knee and every time I cried.
When I messed up, you were there to show me what I did wrong.
When you went to work in your big truck,
I waited patiently at the window for my daddy to arrive.
As I got older and wanted different things,
The one thing that never changed
Was running into my daddy's arms.
14. Great GrandpaMy Great Grandfather And His Life's Work
Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four.
He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war.
When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny,
He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny.
Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood,
Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could.
He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work.
Most times he's out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk.
Together they talk of good old days, 'bout things they used to do,
And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true.
Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade.
He said, "Sonny, I'm very proud to say it was down in second grade."
"Gramps," I said, "Now that's a fib; you weren't but seven or eight.
A boy can't be a carpenter at such an early date."
Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst.
"Why, sure you can; it's easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!"
We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter.
I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter.
He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady.
I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I'm missing him already.Latest Shared Story
Balter's poem reminds me of my own grandfather whom I lost 49 years ago when he was 94. I remember his two habits very lucidly. He was a frugal eater. He used to weigh his food every time...
A mom is a person to stand right
beside you until the very end.
She'll always be there for you,
no matter where or when.
A mommy will care for you.
She'll be right by your side.
She wants to be with you
when you need to run and hide.
A mom is like a superhero.
She'll always be there for you,
and when you need her the most,
she'll always come through.
A mother is like a shining star,
shining through the night,
a big beautiful brightness
that helps you when you're in fright.
A mother is like a present
you get on Christmas morning.
She's fun, joyful, and caring,
and she's rarely ever boring.Latest Shared Story
It's a loving and inspiring poem. I loved it. The best poem I've ever read!
Acrostic Poem For Sister
Moaning all day long
Yapping at every bad thing I do
Super crazy hair in the morning
I get so angry I could sue
So I pull at her crazy hair
Tickle her till she wees
End the fighting horrors
Remember how much she means
In the end we both make up
Say sorry about what we did
Learn about loving each other
Overwriting bad things we hid
Vowing never to fight
Identifying what we've said
Not living up to that promise
Giving a tear when one of us falls dead
All tucked up and snug in bed
as angels stand guard above your head,
Mommy will kiss away your fears.
She'll stroke your hair and dry your tears.
She softly sings a lullaby
about the stars up in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle star so bright,
shining down on us tonight.
Her breath is warm upon your face
as you lie still in her embrace.
With sleepy eyes you gaze at mom
as the moon comes up to replace the sun.
Tomorrow will be another day
where you'll have fun, laugh, and play.
But sleep for now, and Mommy will sing a song for you
and you will smile the whole way through.
She gently holds your hand in hers, your fingers wrapped around her thumb.
These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come.
Her voice is but a whisper now; her tone is soft and true,
for there is nowhere in the world she'd rather be than lying here with you.
Memories Of Baking With Mom
Momma's in the kitchen
making muffins for me.
There's eggs, raisins, milk
And white powdery stuff I see.
She says it's flower,
but doesn't look the same.
With all those cups and bowls around,
it looks like a fun game.
Momma says if I help her
there'll be a tasty prize.
She'll stick some batter in the oven,
and I can watch it rise.
I'll watch it slowly grow
from sticky stuff to muffins.
How that happens, I don't know/
It is by magic somethings.
Then a muffin I'll gobble
up into my little tummy.
Those muffins will disappear
like magic, and so yummy.
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