Alt-Right Poetry about Love and Family

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  • #2025

    Poetica
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    If

    By Rudyard Kipling

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:.
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

    more Rudyard Kipling

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/if-by-rudyard-kipling

    #2026

    Poetica
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    The Stick-Together Families

    By Edgar Guest

    The stick-together families are happier by far
    Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
    The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
    A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
    And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
    Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

    There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
    And they’re very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
    Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
    Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
    But it’s bitterness they harvest, and it’s empty joy they find,
    For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

    There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
    That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
    That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
    they waste their lives in striving for a joy that’s far away,
    But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
    Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

    It’s the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
    That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
    It’s the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
    There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
    And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
    Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-stick-together-families-by-edgar-albert-guest

    #2027

    Poetica
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    A Gift From God

    © Dino

    Published: May 2011

    So young, so fresh, so new
    The love and passion I felt for you.
    I loved you so and you said yes
    A gift from God, I was blessed

    A beautiful woman with a heart so true
    The love and passion I still feel for you
    Throughout the pregnancy as you carry our son
    A gift from God, I’m the lucky one

    A wonderful mother and wife
    The love and passion for all my life
    A gift from God you truly are
    A blessing from above to the luckiest man by far

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-wonderful-mother-and-wife

    #2028

    Poetica
    Participant

    My Wife

    © Andre’ Cardenas

    Published: February 2006

    Hand in hand we walk together,
    God’s grace warms us from above.
    It’s him I thank each day I wake
    for blessing me with all your love.

    The sunshine in my morning
    and the bird that sings my song.
    In this life when I am troubled, through God it’s you who keeps me strong.

    The wind beneath my wings
    as this eagle takes to flight.
    You are the stars that brighten up my sky in the darkness of the night.

    The mother of my children and the air that gives me life.
    My truest friend of all…
    my heart, my soul, my wife.

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-wife

    #2029

    Poetica
    Participant

    For Her

    © Jamie Emms

    Published: February 2014

    Your lips so soft and red,
    the thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
    Your beauty so bright and warm,
    shinning through the darkest storm.
    Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky.
    When I stare into them I feel like I am soaring high.
    My love for you is pure and true.
    I never stop thinking of you.
    The sound of your voice saying, “I love you,” makes my heart pound,
    because I know my one and only I’ve truly found.
    I promise to love you for every moment of forever,
    and when everything else crumbles, I will never.
    I am your armor to protect you from harm,
    like you are to me, a lucky charm.
    For you are my heart, my soul.
    Baby, you are my whole world.

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/for-her-love

    #2030

    Poetica
    Participant

    My Angel My Girlfriend

    © Rick Morley

    Published: July 2008

    Some people believe there is a one,
    The one who points your way to the sun.
    A person they believe makes them complete
    The one who will support when facing defeat

    ‘You are my angel,’ my one and only
    My forever love, so we’ll never be lonely.
    You’ve brought to my life all your love and care
    It made me see when I realized how rare . .
    It is to meet your angel, or their lifetime one
    Through you and my children, whose life has begun.

    What you’ve done, you’ve illuminated my soul
    It’s you and your love that has made me whole.
    The feel of your love, your soft touch and caress,
    We’re tight so close, your heart beats in my chest.

    All that we have always felt missing before
    Though I love you today, tomorrow it will be more.
    Our love is life, we are the strongest tree
    Which will always grow forever, like you and me.

    You have opened my heart and held it so dear
    You are my angel, and will always keep it near.
    You have seen my ups and cared when I was low.
    ‘You are my angel,’ I just need you to know.

    You entered my life through a ray of sun above
    And when we leave, we will leave together in love
    My love for you has become my reason to be
    I hope one day you’ll find your angel in me.

    Lots of love baby
    Rick

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-angel-3

    #2031

    Poetica
    Participant

    An Ode To Ethan

    © Joyce Baron Kerr

    Published: March 2011

    Today it happened,
    it’s finally done,
    the birth of my boy,
    the little man, my son.

    After a long tiring wait,
    a sweet sound came,
    the point when our lives,
    would never be the same.

    It was the sound of the cries,
    signaling the start of new life.
    I can’t describe how proud I am,
    of my brave and beautiful wife.

    I’ll admit that I too,
    cried tears of joy.
    When for the very first time,
    I at last saw my boy.

    As I stood there in awe,
    and gazed down at his face,
    in an instant the world,
    became a much better place.

    My heart was bursting,
    with an intense sense of pride,
    as I pictured my life,
    with my son at my side.

    I know it’s early days,
    and we’ve only just met,
    but I promise I’ll be,
    the best father a boy can get.

    I’ll love you forever,
    my son and my wife,
    keep you safe, and protect you,
    for all of my life.

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/an-ode-to-ethan

    • This reply was modified 11 months ago by  Poetica.
    #2033

    Poetica
    Participant

    12

    What is the strangeness that unites two minds,
    Disparate, contrapuntal, female, male,
    That never thought such beings of two kinds
    Could join, like ships that on the ocean sail
    And meet and cross, as though predestinate,
    When all the spacious oceans intervene
    And yet their forms must coalesce and mate
    Making a marriage where no match was seen?
    For of your form there is some entity
    Which draws from me that equal opposite
    Which only longs to go where you might be
    And cannot live unless you sanction it.
    All of the you in me is of this sort
    That where I am you are the living heart.

    13

    How might I write so that in every line
    Others might see the beauty of your eyes
    And know each feature by the serpentine
    Wreathing of words that in the sonnet lies?
    So that whoever reads it then might say
    “She is the one his verses praise and hymn,
    For each of the words most faithfully portray
    That which we see, eyes, forehead, nose and chin.”
    But, love, it is a thing impossible,
    For words cannot encompass all your beauty,
    And should I but try, it were mere ridicule
    And grossest dereliction of my duty:
    Which is to say that you outmatch description,
    And all which it attempts is folly’s fiction.

    http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/Valentine02.php

    #2221

    eowyn
    Participant

    Once heard a group of high school students (from a Catholic traditional liberal arts curriculum institution) declaim poetry. One of the selections was “If” by Kipling. Amazing!

    As a poet, I was inspired. One of the great debasements of Western culture was the surrender of Literature to Marxist ideological propaganda, and the consignment of poetry to the trivial and the sentimental.

    #5050

    Poetica
    Participant
    #6220

    Aeneas the True
    Participant

    Never in this life
    will I ever meet another
    Who would make a better wife
    or a better mother.

    Modern women don’t stay true,
    modern women deceit.
    but her eyes were innocent and blue like water,
    the eyes of my unborn daughter,
    and her voice was soft and sweet.

    I know I’ll never meet a kinder thing
    I know I’ll never meet a fairer woman in this life
    so I brought a ring
    and made her my wife.

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