Least Read Poems About Children
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Least read poems about children. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
oldmanG
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 5:18am
4th Jan 2025 5:18am
Teaching Survival
Teaching survival on the 700 club
Hear someone saying
Jesus wears a vest
Have to teach the kids
How to duck and run
Are you fucking serious
Hiding behind the Bible
Instead of addressing
Our gun problem
So now religion is teaching gun violence
Or hiding under desks
Instead of addressing
The real nut of our times
If I have to teach my kid
To take precautions
Just because of gun violence
Seems like I lost before I began
How about tackling the ...
Hear someone saying
Jesus wears a vest
Have to teach the kids
How to duck and run
Are you fucking serious
Hiding behind the Bible
Instead of addressing
Our gun problem
So now religion is teaching gun violence
Or hiding under desks
Instead of addressing
The real nut of our times
If I have to teach my kid
To take precautions
Just because of gun violence
Seems like I lost before I began
How about tackling the ...
#children
#GunControl
#religion #violence
#religion #violence
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 8:57pm
14th Oct 2024 8:57pm
Hermes
Hermes
How do I tell you
Have you seen cats
How they claw if someone is after their kid
And they are not afraid of loosing their life
How do I tell you
Have you seen cats
How they claw if someone is after their kid
And they are not afraid of loosing their life
#children
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oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 5:26am
30th Dec 2024 5:26am
The Hurt No one Sees
The hurt no one sees
Down the hall padded with carpet
Creeps a villain he is real
He runs around trying to spoil his soul
Dipping in and out of hospitals
Top of the Pops hanging with the Beatles
Next night Rolling Stones or Stevie Wonder
Take off his Heart shaped glasses
And see the demon in his being
He delivers the hurt that no one sees
Down the hall padded with carpet
Creeps a villain he is real
He runs around trying to spoil his soul
Dipping in and out of hospitals
Top of the Pops hanging with the Beatles
Next night Rolling Stones or Stevie Wonder
Take off his Heart shaped glasses
And see the demon in his being
He delivers the hurt that no one sees
#abuse
#children
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 10:03pm
12th Dec 2024 10:03pm
My 2.5 Children
#abuse
#children
#suffering
38 reads
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oldmanG
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 4:00am
9th Jan 2025 4:00am
Little fingers
Little fingers on my palm
Crawl up on my arm
Dance upon my senses
Creep in between you can’t
Deny their innocence without
Defenses not yet brought upon
Crawl up on my arm
Dance upon my senses
Creep in between you can’t
Deny their innocence without
Defenses not yet brought upon
#children
#love
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:03am
3rd Jan 2025 2:03am
Bad Brokn Pickiney
(Patois)
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.
Awl di wile di hungry belly hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.
Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.
Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.
Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.
Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot dehn slacknis.
Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna...
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.
Awl di wile di hungry belly hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.
Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.
Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.
Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.
Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot dehn slacknis.
Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna...
#children
#food
#hypocrisy
#night
#zombies
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:42pm
6th Jan 2025 9:42pm
That Purple Blob Named Grimace
Is he a taste bud or a milkshake?
Everyone loves that happy, purple blob Grimace
He's a McDonald character that loves milk shakes
Back when he debuted in 1971, he was called Evil Grimace
Evil Grimace was sinister
A villain who would steal milkshakes from children
He was mean, had four arms and no charm at all
Children were frightened
Some children believed if they ordered a milk shake, that evil Grimace would steal it out of their hands
The 4-armed Grimace was also a coke fiend
Besides stealing milk shakes and tormenting kids,...
Everyone loves that happy, purple blob Grimace
He's a McDonald character that loves milk shakes
Back when he debuted in 1971, he was called Evil Grimace
Evil Grimace was sinister
A villain who would steal milkshakes from children
He was mean, had four arms and no charm at all
Children were frightened
Some children believed if they ordered a milk shake, that evil Grimace would steal it out of their hands
The 4-armed Grimace was also a coke fiend
Besides stealing milk shakes and tormenting kids,...
#children
#evil
#food
#PopCulture
#uplifting
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oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 00:02am
1st Jan 2025 00:02am
Is there a GOD
I’m standing in line at the children’s graveyard
I look for my lost son and my beautiful wife
Stand among the most inhumane condition
But im looking for family to set me free
See a sneaker that looks like his
Pull up a rock I’ve found my buried son
Dig like a dog you cant stop me
When i get to him he’s not breathing
I wail out and scream and say is there a GOD
If there is i cant see him
I look for my lost son and my beautiful wife
Stand among the most inhumane condition
But im looking for family to set me free
See a sneaker that looks like his
Pull up a rock I’ve found my buried son
Dig like a dog you cant stop me
When i get to him he’s not breathing
I wail out and scream and say is there a GOD
If there is i cant see him
#children
#death
#war #wife
#war #wife
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 10:19pm
2nd Dec 2024 10:19pm
Autumn of My Years
Autumn of My Years
Gold leaf tumbles down
In late November
Falls into to the home
Of Family Dinner
Turkey Bird of a Day
And Football mixed in
16 to 18 strong
Tucked into a Rowhouse
With eatin tables
For the children
Even when I grew up
Wanted to sit with them
Watching a Dolphin
Sitting in the Snow
Leon please don’t Lett
The Ball Go
Halftime Approaches
Now comes the best part
First one out the door
With a Pigskin on Palm
...
Gold leaf tumbles down
In late November
Falls into to the home
Of Family Dinner
Turkey Bird of a Day
And Football mixed in
16 to 18 strong
Tucked into a Rowhouse
With eatin tables
For the children
Even when I grew up
Wanted to sit with them
Watching a Dolphin
Sitting in the Snow
Leon please don’t Lett
The Ball Go
Halftime Approaches
Now comes the best part
First one out the door
With a Pigskin on Palm
...
#children
#emotions
#family
#love
#memories
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 8:13pm
18th Oct 2024 8:13pm
the sad vicar
the sad vicar
The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking
to be released from his throbbing masculinity
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now
that he was no longer young his discreet advances
were no longer...
The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking
to be released from his throbbing masculinity
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now
that he was no longer young his discreet advances
were no longer...
#BestFriend
#children
#friendship
#heroic
#humankind
56 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:17am
23rd Nov 2024 11:17am
Violence and Sex
She hated violence and sex
She believed to much of it was ruining our youth
She made sure her two sons aged 11 & 14 weren't exposed to this smut anywhere in life
She has a drinking problem
Often, she would monitor their phones, their friends, their music and tv
They went to church every Sunday
They carried & read the good book everywhere they went
Their father left them when they were very young
They were altar boys at their church
One night their mother drove to the church to pick up her children
She was obliterated
Her outfit...
She believed to much of it was ruining our youth
She made sure her two sons aged 11 & 14 weren't exposed to this smut anywhere in life
She has a drinking problem
Often, she would monitor their phones, their friends, their music and tv
They went to church every Sunday
They carried & read the good book everywhere they went
Their father left them when they were very young
They were altar boys at their church
One night their mother drove to the church to pick up her children
She was obliterated
Her outfit...
#abuse
#alcohol
#children
#sex
#violence
56 reads
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 4:25am
10th Nov 2019 4:25am
Where are You, Dear Boy?
Why would anyone
from my home
or my village
not tell me
where my fledgling boy
went to?
That they would mock
the earnest question...
And on your text...
Suddenly...
Never in a million years
did I think you would talk
with a strange set of words
in a tone I've never heard...
telling me we could not
ask where you were!
Who's hand holds
your phone
son?
Is it you?
from my home
or my village
not tell me
where my fledgling boy
went to?
That they would mock
the earnest question...
And on your text...
Suddenly...
Never in a million years
did I think you would talk
with a strange set of words
in a tone I've never heard...
telling me we could not
ask where you were!
Who's hand holds
your phone
son?
Is it you?
#children
#family
57 reads
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