#familyproblems poems on Hello Poetry

Michael Sep 2018

Writing, for me, is an escape.
An escape from the hatred that surrounds me.
An escape from the people who want to hurt me.
An escape from the people who send attackers after me.
An escape from the people who use others to get at me.
An escape from the darkness that lives within me.
An escape from the darkness that lives in you.

My step children’s family sent attackers after me. A person with a knife attacked me for them because they are jealous of my relationship with my step children. I can’t retaliate because of the step children. I can’t seek legal help because of my step children. I am stuck in limbo, with my safety on the line.

#pain #trouble #familyproblems #attacker #knife

Damon Beckemeyer Aug 2018

Glasses, Glasses

I found my glasses today
Under a coat of dust
At a friend’s house
A year after I lost them

I like what I see
I put them on
I feel normal again
Clark Kent would be proud

These lenses take the heat off my vision
I look like a normal guy

I feel normal
I can play video games
Talk about super heroes
And girls

And when I leave I go home to arm chairs
and arms full of charity
I should mention
I live at a friend’s house
Three squares, my own room
and a koi pond outside
It’s a hotel here

You see, I found family last month
Understanding
At a friend’s house
A week after I lost it

I didn’t know how I got there
I left Dad’s due to abuse
Mom kicked me out to refuse truth
And now they both pay each other money
As I walked down a rainy street without shoes

My friend’s family
And I’m grafted in
God should hate me
I’m a self-orphaned child
Soon to be a self-made man
I killed family
But I’m grafted in

Washington never cut down his father’s cherry tree
But I’m standing next to splinters
From the axe I didn’t swing
Should have, could have
Would have had I had half the brain I have now

Now
I feel like a normal guy
Who’s never thought about ******?
Who never had parent issues?
Who never had help when they needed it?
Who feels normal?

#glasses #insanity #familyproblems

John AD Feb 2018

Ah Baka ? Bintana

Napakadaya nang buhay,Kanya-kanyang palusot para tumakas at maglakbay
Nagsinungaling ang tadhana ganun nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit sarado ang bintana
Tunog lang ang iyong naririnig , dahil hindi mo pedeng husgaan ang nasa loob ng kanyang bibig
Nagtataka ka dahil wala kang ebidensya sa mga narinig , Subalit umaatake padin ang mga daga sa dibdib
Nanginginig , dahil di ka sigurado sa tono , tama nga siguro ang hinala ko

Nakakalungkot lang isipin sarili nating kaibigan,kamag-anak,kapatid
Ay nagsisinungaling upang makamit ang kasiyahang dapat talagang ilihim
Ang daya naman dito , gusto ko nalang tumakas dito at ipunas ang mga luha ko
na hindi mo makikita dahil nakatago sa dilim

Balang araw dudungaw nalang ako sa isang butas na gawa sa abaka,
At tatakasan ang ilusyong mundo at maglakbay sa reyalidad

#familyproblems #anxiety #***** #**** #this #****

DeAnn Jan 2018

Am I?

I am from whisk.
From Mr.Clean and Odoban.
I am from my locked closet (dark).
I am from my mom's attempted fruit trees (they always die),
a palm tree in front of my room’s window,
I always wanted to climb out my window and escape by climbing down it.

I’m from protein shakes and Alex being addicted to Alex Clare so he bought a hat similar to Alex Clare's hat
From Chip (hates his real name “douglas”) and Alex (not alexander)
I’m from my mom's breeding of dogs/ entrepreneur/ planners and my dad's travelling for work/playing drums/being a jokester,
From “Oh honey, your back looks okay, but your stomach…” and “Do you want to die of cancer?”
I’m from my best friend telling me “You embody light and love”
With making earrings
And always crying alone

I’m from another reason why I’m closest to my dad and unidentifiable.
Lamb and french fries.
From Zyler breaking his pinky toe by dropping a large rock on his foot
To Zyler plugging his ears whenever Alex or dad sings, or plugging his ears when he hears music he doesn’t like and/or want to listen to at that time
Our childhood/baby year memories are kept in boxes with our names on them in the office, We have baby books that go up to about 1 ½ to 2 years old, Facebook
I am The uninvited third wheel tagging along on a date

My "Telling True Stories" class made us all write lists down like MASH and insert them into different areas within the I Am poem... thought it shouldn't be a waste

#iampoems #notfeelingsogreat #familyproblems #icantevenrightnow #thankswritingclass

KJ Dec 2017

holiday season

strangers gathered around a table
talking and laughing
smiling at each other like they have a secret
an inside joke
a bond

they are surrounding me
the cheerful mood is intoxicating
makes me feel as if everything will be okay

the mirage shatters
the illusion disappears

I do not belong here
I have never belonged here

I have always been on the outside
looking in

I often catch myself wanting
and wishing
to be in

to feel at peace
and happy
is all I have ever wanted
to be included

but I will always be on the outside of everything
and never truly belong

family makes me sad sometimes and I can't write anything good when I'm this anxious and upset but I will post the garbage anyway

#depression #anxiety #familyproblems #holidays #hurt

Lady Grey Nov 2017

Stars in Her Eyes

She’s got stars in her eyes
But not the good kind, no,
The kind she hides behind her smile
She laughs and jokes, of course,

But she’s a little off today
I can see it
It’s in the slump of her shoulders
When no one’s looking,

And the way she stares into the distance
When there’s a pause in the conversation

I wish she wouldn’t
I wish she was as happy as she says she is,
When I know she’s not

She’s got the blues today
Her parents don’t help
This morning when she got out of the car
She had to put up that wall

To make everything seem alright
When it’s really not

She’s got stars in her eyes,
But not the good kind, no,
The kind i would take away in an instant if I could
If only I could.

Something I noticed about a friend of mine

#friend #tears #familyproblems #sadness

Mayela Jun 2016

What if...

What if I do this
What if I do that
What if I take too much time
What if I wish I didn't do that
.
What if I was stuck at the wheel with a gun to my back
.
What if I could count all the stars
What if I didn't screenshot all the pictures we took at the park
.
What if I didn't do this
What if I didn't do that
Will you ever have my back??

#relationshipproblems #familyproblems #questiosnsinlife

heather leather Jul 2015

one

on your very first birthday, you will hear many things
you will not be able to decipher them yet but
they will echo in your ear until you go to sleep,
you will hear about how big you've grown and how
beautiful you are or how beautiful you're going to be
and the highlight of your day will be when finally you
get to cut into that delicious chocolate cake that your
aunt made you and you will run around the yard
and laugh as you trip endlessly and the big kids won't play
with you but that's okay because you're one and you
don't really understand that strange feeling in your heart
when they say that you're too little to join in on their game
of tag and everything is so confusing because
your grandmother said that you were a big girl now but
somehow you are not big enough and you won't be for
awhile but you don't really care because in that moment you
are one and everything is an adventure for you;
from the wet grass in the backyard to the weird kisses your
older brother and the girl across the street exchange
but that just makes everything ten times more interesting
and you are still protesting even though it is futile that you
don't want to go to bed and even though you are still
forced to go to bed earlier than you want, you are happy
because today you turned one years old and you are big
enough to cut the cake with some help from your
mom but still too small to play tag with the big kids and the
concept is confusing but exhilarating and you cannot wait
for the next day and as your breathing becomes more
even you succumb to the dark and fall asleep and everything
is okay because you are one and you do not know yet
that when you are five your mother will stop making time for
you or that when you are ten everyone will stop caring about
your existence and that when you are thirteen the boy in your
school that you really really like will tell you that you are ugly
and everyone else will follow and when you get to be
seventeen you will be so desperate to leave this misery called
life that you will try and force yourself to go into a
different type of sleep, the more permanent kind and your father
will say you're being an attention ***** and your
mother will start to wonder where she went wrong
and your older brother won't care because he won't find
out that you are depressed or sad until the day of your
funeral, when you are nineteen and finally asleep,
although this time; you don't try to fight it
instead you go willingly and succumb to the darkness
much like you did when you were younger and
unaware that life is not a great adventure, it
is more like a never ending hell that will make
you wish that you were one

(h.l.)

this was supposed to be a happy poem but noPE my hands have a mind of their own

#suicide #depression #death #one #nineteen #age #familyproblems

ZT Jun 2015

Kailan Ba'y, Kailan Ma'y (Tagalog)

Habang hawak-hawak mo ang kanyang kamay
            'San man kayo magpunta
Kailan ba'y naisip mo ako
            Na nalulunod sa pangungulila
                        Nang ako'y iyong binitiwan?

Habang kayakap mo siya
            Sa gabing maginaw
Kailan ba'y naisip mo ako
            Na naghihintay sa'yo
                        Mag-isa, nanlalamig
                                    At sa init ng 'yong yakap ay uhaw?

Habang hinahalikan mo
Ang kanyang mapupulang labi
Kailan ba'y naisip mo ako
            Na halos matuyo na ang labi
                        Sa kasasambit ng pangalan mo?

Habang binubulong mo sa kanya
            Kung gaano mo siya kamahal
Kailan ba'y naisip mo ako,
            Narinig mo ako?
                        Sumisigaw na "Mahal na Mahal kita!"

Habang pinagmamasdan mo
            Ang kanyang matamis na ngiti
Kailan ba'y naisip mo ako,
            Nakita mo ako, nakita mo
                        Kung gaano na karaming patak ng luha
                                    Ang naidilig ko sa lupa?

At sa kung siya ay umiiyak at iyong pinatatahan
Habang pinupunasan mo
Ang kanyang mga luha
Kailan ba'y naisip mo ako,
            Naisipan mo man lang ba?
                        Na itigil ang paulit-ulit
                                    Na pagsaksak mo sa puso kong
                                                Dumudgo sa kaiibig sayo?

Pero alam ko
Na may kasalan din ako
Kasi....

Kailan ma'y di ko naisip
Na sa higpit ng yakap ko'y nasasakal ka na pala

Kailan ma'y di ko naisip
Na kahit gaano kalawak ang bahay nati'y
            Nasisikipan parin ang iyong dibdib
                        At hindi kana nakakahinga

Kailan  ma'y di ko naisip
Na kahit napagalitan ka sa opisina, sabik ka sana sa paguwi
Pero ang dadatnan mo lang ay isang malawak na bahay
Na mayroong isang "ako" na puro dada at reklamo lang
At ang iyong naririnig mula sa aking bibig
na tila daig pa ang isang rapper
sa bilis at walang paltos na panlalait

Kailan ma'y di ko naisip
'di ko inisip ang iyong opinyon
Kasi palagi nalang ako, ako, ako
            Ako ang tama

Kailan ma'y di ko naisip
Habang ika'y umuuwing pagod
Dinuduro pa rin kita
            At ito'y tumatagos na sa puso mo
                        Hanggang sa sinabi **** tama na,
                                    Hindi mo na kaya, Ayaw mo na

At yun umalis kana, iniwan mo na ako

Pero heto ako ngayon sa harapan mo...
Nagtatanong
            Kung mahal mo pa ba ako?

At kung ang iyong sagot ay hindi na'y

Heto ako ngayon sa harapan mo...
Nagbabakasakali
            Na may pag-asa pang mahalin mo ako ulit

At kung wala na ay

Heto ako ngayon
Sa harapan mo
Lumuluhod
Nagmamakaawa
Na balikan mo ako

Balikan mo ako
Balikan mo kami

Pakiusap umuwi ka na
Sa malawak na bahay
Na bahay mo, na bahay ko

Umuwi ka na, kahit 'di para sa'kin
Kun'di para sa mga anak mo, na anak ko
Para sa pamilyang ito

Parang awa mo na
Bumalik ka na
Kasi sa malawak na bahay
Naroon ako, at ang mga anak mo
Nangungulila... at
Naghihintay
Sa pagbalik mo

x.x

Actually I am a Filipina, so at times I may also post Tagalog poems, I hope other Filipinos will like it too.. This poem is inspired by real life existing family problems of people

#familyproblems #comebackhome #cheatinghusband #naggingwife #pamilya #kailanba #kailanmay #bighousenohome