Long Poems About Children
#children
Long poems about children. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 6:47am
7th Mar 2024 6:47am
and rachael for her children cry
Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end
to man…”― John F. Kennedy
the fiercely barking hand grenades
and other weapons wars have made
are never idle in the hands
of those who set out to invade
the sanctity of sovereign lands.
the military muscle might
of killers who paint red the night
flex in the face of helpless souls
who yield to blood their last...
to man…”― John F. Kennedy
the fiercely barking hand grenades
and other weapons wars have made
are never idle in the hands
of those who set out to invade
the sanctity of sovereign lands.
the military muscle might
of killers who paint red the night
flex in the face of helpless souls
who yield to blood their last...
#hate
#children
#conflict
#war
#food
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cabcool
Poem Published
11th Dec 2023 6:18am
11th Dec 2023 6:18am
orphan
There’s a day that is coming when all the last will be first and
every orphan will be home.”―Steven Curtis Chapman
afghan wars
have orphaned me,
in stages.
silent stars
weep over me,
for wages
overdue
cannot be paid
...
every orphan will be home.”―Steven Curtis Chapman
afghan wars
have orphaned me,
in stages.
silent stars
weep over me,
for wages
overdue
cannot be paid
...
#mother
#father
#children
#parent
#war
158 reads
2 Comments
superslooth
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 10:12pm
31st Oct 2023 10:12pm
XMAS 1986
Hello folk; I'm so glad to be alive
17th September - to-day won Singles Championship 22-5
70 years old - bowling-mad - I've made my goal
My name has gone up on Popes Mead's Honours Wall.
This personal success has gone to my pen
Out comes my rhythmic trend - a spurt - when
Out pours my feelings - my brain starts to tick
What a nice year this has been - Nineteen Eighty Six?
This 1986 epistle - "Yours truly' comes first
Must be careful now - my head might just burst
A "personality change" can come - so it is...
17th September - to-day won Singles Championship 22-5
70 years old - bowling-mad - I've made my goal
My name has gone up on Popes Mead's Honours Wall.
This personal success has gone to my pen
Out comes my rhythmic trend - a spurt - when
Out pours my feelings - my brain starts to tick
What a nice year this has been - Nineteen Eighty Six?
This 1986 epistle - "Yours truly' comes first
Must be careful now - my head might just burst
A "personality change" can come - so it is...
#children
#childhood
#family
#death
#memories
154 reads
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Johnny707
Poem Published
10th Oct 2023 00:13am
10th Oct 2023 00:13am
A Fathers heart
In the depths of a father's soul, a story unfolds,
Of sacrifice and pain, too great to be told.
For in the shadows, I silently carry the weight,
Protecting my children, their futures secure and straight.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
I labor on, my love never sways.
For my children's dreams, my heart does bleed,
A silent warrior, fulfilling every need.
In my tired eyes, wisdom lines lie deep,
Etched by battles fought, secrets I'll forever keep.
I shield them from the darkness that may come,
Guiding them...
Of sacrifice and pain, too great to be told.
For in the shadows, I silently carry the weight,
Protecting my children, their futures secure and straight.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
I labor on, my love never sways.
For my children's dreams, my heart does bleed,
A silent warrior, fulfilling every need.
In my tired eyes, wisdom lines lie deep,
Etched by battles fought, secrets I'll forever keep.
I shield them from the darkness that may come,
Guiding them...
#children
#family
#daughter
#son
#responsibility
340 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 9:39pm
1st Oct 2023 9:39pm
King of the Castle
I stopped playing
King of the Castle
when I was about ten
All that pushing and shoving
to get to the top
lost its appeal for me
not because I was a girl
I was a tomboy
and could hold my own
against any boy
I preferred to watch
others play the game
from the freedom of a swing
or tree
Then I realized something
I hadn't when playing the game
because I was too busy trying to win
or retain that crown
...
King of the Castle
when I was about ten
All that pushing and shoving
to get to the top
lost its appeal for me
not because I was a girl
I was a tomboy
and could hold my own
against any boy
I preferred to watch
others play the game
from the freedom of a swing
or tree
Then I realized something
I hadn't when playing the game
because I was too busy trying to win
or retain that crown
...
#children
401 reads
13 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 4:01am
2nd Aug 2023 4:01am
Liberated Madness
- Liberated Madness -
The whispers in the dark keep reminding me of dark hurts...
the voices, of all those who have made me cry, remembered.
So many times I cut myself until the blood did even squirt,
because I longed to see those who harmed me dismembered.
The cuts healed, but the memories of past tragedies remain,
until I laugh when I mean to cry, and cry when I should laugh.
Did they want to make me a monster, through so much pain,
those who bullied me and tortured me with such hellish craft?
Is this why I have such adoration for...
The whispers in the dark keep reminding me of dark hurts...
the voices, of all those who have made me cry, remembered.
So many times I cut myself until the blood did even squirt,
because I longed to see those who harmed me dismembered.
The cuts healed, but the memories of past tragedies remain,
until I laugh when I mean to cry, and cry when I should laugh.
Did they want to make me a monster, through so much pain,
those who bullied me and tortured me with such hellish craft?
Is this why I have such adoration for...
#love
#courage
#dark
#children
#suffering
256 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 3:32am
2nd Aug 2023 3:32am
A Villain's Wisdom
- A Villain's Wisdom -
What sort of world is this, that these words,
ring more true with each and every passing hour?
Hate has become more common than is love,
and one is called evil because they are different!
My only crime is that I am unusual and unique,
whilst for that there are those who wish me dead.
In society today, there is much that is absurd,
a society that robs the marginalized of their power.
Good balance is lost; no as below as is above,
whilst the world burns beneath the very firmament!
Too many hands...
What sort of world is this, that these words,
ring more true with each and every passing hour?
Hate has become more common than is love,
and one is called evil because they are different!
My only crime is that I am unusual and unique,
whilst for that there are those who wish me dead.
In society today, there is much that is absurd,
a society that robs the marginalized of their power.
Good balance is lost; no as below as is above,
whilst the world burns beneath the very firmament!
Too many hands...
#love
#dark
#children
#rebirth
#suffering
222 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th May 2023 8:09pm
19th May 2023 8:09pm
Worthless Tenants
Chapter 1
Electricity Bills
Mr. Perry brought some important issues to the attention of the worthless woman who shared the house with him. Firstly, he talked about the electricity bills. He said that the utility company had his wife’s phone number and the company had been sending the electricity bills to her phone, but that edition of the electricity bills only showed the total amount that was to be paid and the due date. Mrs. Perry and her husband could not rely on that insufficient information to pay the electricity bills.
The woman shared electricity...
Electricity Bills
Mr. Perry brought some important issues to the attention of the worthless woman who shared the house with him. Firstly, he talked about the electricity bills. He said that the utility company had his wife’s phone number and the company had been sending the electricity bills to her phone, but that edition of the electricity bills only showed the total amount that was to be paid and the due date. Mrs. Perry and her husband could not rely on that insufficient information to pay the electricity bills.
The woman shared electricity...
#children
#parent
#wife
#home
#money
260 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
Uncle Judge
Chapter 1
The Businesses
Part 1
A certified electrician lived with his common-law wife in a rural area. His name was Mr. Bernard, and the name of his common-law wife was Marie. A distant relative of Mr. Bernard gave him the pet name Uncle Judge. Marie was a fat woman, so everybody called her Fatty. She had a daughter named Swelen and two sons. Uncle Judge was not the father of her children. The youngest son lived with them, and the other two children lived with their grandmother Miss Chambers in St. Catherine.
Uncle Judge was an alcoholic, and...
The Businesses
Part 1
A certified electrician lived with his common-law wife in a rural area. His name was Mr. Bernard, and the name of his common-law wife was Marie. A distant relative of Mr. Bernard gave him the pet name Uncle Judge. Marie was a fat woman, so everybody called her Fatty. She had a daughter named Swelen and two sons. Uncle Judge was not the father of her children. The youngest son lived with them, and the other two children lived with their grandmother Miss Chambers in St. Catherine.
Uncle Judge was an alcoholic, and...
#children
#breakup
#alcohol
#curse
#job
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
Mel and Boyo
Chapter 1
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
#children
#school
#countryside
#trees
#birds
218 reads
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 2:35am
12th Mar 2023 2:35am
Seekers Will Find Him
IN THE study of God’s character there is danger as well as blessing. It is the same danger present in all searching for heavenly wisdom and understanding.” - F.W. Behold Your God chapter 3
I wish I could ask Fred Wright myself; how dangerous could such a sincere search really be? We do not need to speculate about anything regarding God, because He has already manifested Himself to us in our innocent nature as little children.
John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 The same was in the beginning with God.
3 All...
I wish I could ask Fred Wright myself; how dangerous could such a sincere search really be? We do not need to speculate about anything regarding God, because He has already manifested Himself to us in our innocent nature as little children.
John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 The same was in the beginning with God.
3 All...
#children
#religion
#God
230 reads
3 Comments
Nebulous
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 7:21pm
31st Jan 2023 7:21pm
The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
a storypoem of dark fantasy
****
On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,
and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,
the following tale passes parent to child,
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,
as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,
replayed to remember, not allowed to recede
from the collective recall of all...
a storypoem of dark fantasy
****
On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,
and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,
the following tale passes parent to child,
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,
as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,
replayed to remember, not allowed to recede
from the collective recall of all...
#dark
#children
#death #horror
#death #horror
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