Long Poems About Children
#children
Long poems about children. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
Uncle Judge
Chapter 1
The Businesses
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 he smoked ganja. Sometimes he...
The Businesses
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 he smoked ganja. Sometimes he...
#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
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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
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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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wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 9:54pm
21st Jan 2023 9:54pm
To My Future Grandchildren and Their Children
(and Their Children’s Children)
My grandfather died shortly after I was born
And my father passed away when he was sixty-eight
We don’t know how much time we’re given on this earth
So I’ll tell you a bit about myself now that I’m forty-eight
I’m sure you heard from your parents I was a band nerd
But when I went to college I put my music skills away
I mean I killed (not to toot my own horn) I was really good
But ignoring my passion left me dejected and vague
I majored in business wanting to make a lot of money
But the funny...
My grandfather died shortly after I was born
And my father passed away when he was sixty-eight
We don’t know how much time we’re given on this earth
So I’ll tell you a bit about myself now that I’m forty-eight
I’m sure you heard from your parents I was a band nerd
But when I went to college I put my music skills away
I mean I killed (not to toot my own horn) I was really good
But ignoring my passion left me dejected and vague
I majored in business wanting to make a lot of money
But the funny...
#love
#children
#parent
#family
#WritingPoetry
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
14th Dec 2022 8:45am
14th Dec 2022 8:45am
THE RAPTURE IS AT HAND: THE DRYING UP OF THE RIVER EUPHRATES IS THE SIGN !!
The Rapture will involve people dying - mass death.
Nobody will go up without dying. Forget what your pastor told you.
He doesn't know (and may not even care?)
We read that the Rapture is somehow connected to the River Euphrates(Revelation 9.14-15).
It doesn't say the Rapture explicitly.
But it does speak of "the hour and the day" which is code for the Rapture.(Because when Christ spoke of "the hour and the day," (Matt.24.36)
He was referring to the time of THE RAPTURE.
(Later on we read of "the Euphrates drying up" (Rev.16.12).
So,...
Nobody will go up without dying. Forget what your pastor told you.
He doesn't know (and may not even care?)
We read that the Rapture is somehow connected to the River Euphrates(Revelation 9.14-15).
It doesn't say the Rapture explicitly.
But it does speak of "the hour and the day" which is code for the Rapture.(Because when Christ spoke of "the hour and the day," (Matt.24.36)
He was referring to the time of THE RAPTURE.
(Later on we read of "the Euphrates drying up" (Rev.16.12).
So,...
#children
#soldiers
#BestFriend #masculinity
#BestFriend #masculinity
215 reads
4 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
5th Dec 2022 11:27pm
5th Dec 2022 11:27pm
Christmas Crime
Sadie woke to sleigh bells on the roof,
the winter witch had cast a spell of ice,
she hoped this year that she would get some proof,
at least a slipping reindeer's dangled hoof.
Outside her room she met the smallest mouse,
who kept some cheese in the sides of his mouth
Listen! she said with the loudest of shouts
but the mouse had no time, he was on his way out.
As she stepped on the stair, she met a Brown Bear,
who lived in the cupboard just under the stairs.
Can't you hear that sound? banging around,
climbing back up...
the winter witch had cast a spell of ice,
she hoped this year that she would get some proof,
at least a slipping reindeer's dangled hoof.
Outside her room she met the smallest mouse,
who kept some cheese in the sides of his mouth
Listen! she said with the loudest of shouts
but the mouse had no time, he was on his way out.
As she stepped on the stair, she met a Brown Bear,
who lived in the cupboard just under the stairs.
Can't you hear that sound? banging around,
climbing back up...
#children
#Christmas
210 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 8:15pm
20th Sep 2022 8:15pm
A solitary fish finger
I looked in the freezer
and there on the shelf
sat a frozen fish finger,
all by itself!
I'm not sure who ate
its companions and thought
it was fine to just leave one—
I'm sure it's distraught!
I'd eat it myself
but I'd have to buy more;
to fill up an adult,
you'd need at least four.
Perhaps it would make
a nice meal for a rat;
a feast for the fairies
or snack for a cat.
So, how should I serve it?
With a morsel of cheese?
In...
and there on the shelf
sat a frozen fish finger,
all by itself!
I'm not sure who ate
its companions and thought
it was fine to just leave one—
I'm sure it's distraught!
I'd eat it myself
but I'd have to buy more;
to fill up an adult,
you'd need at least four.
Perhaps it would make
a nice meal for a rat;
a feast for the fairies
or snack for a cat.
So, how should I serve it?
With a morsel of cheese?
In...
#food
#funny
#children #childhood
#children #childhood
307 reads
6 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 2:11am
25th Aug 2022 2:11am
Murderers, Stop Killing The Foetus
Abortion is definitely murder and I say this with no apology.
Anybody who does an abortion or supports abortion is a murderer.
There is absolutely no justification for killing the unborn.
The unborn is a human life form and it has the right to life.
Nobody can create life, so nobody should take the life of a human being.
For your information, here is a fact that nobody can honestly refute.
The safest place for a helpless life form is in the womb.
Destroying the foetus in the womb is showing a gross disregard for the intricacies of life.
This...
Anybody who does an abortion or supports abortion is a murderer.
There is absolutely no justification for killing the unborn.
The unborn is a human life form and it has the right to life.
Nobody can create life, so nobody should take the life of a human being.
For your information, here is a fact that nobody can honestly refute.
The safest place for a helpless life form is in the womb.
Destroying the foetus in the womb is showing a gross disregard for the intricacies of life.
This...
#mother
#children
#birth
#murder
#humankind
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2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2022 9:38pm
23rd Aug 2022 9:38pm
Family Secrets, Ties and Lies
For thirty-five years his father drank heavily
Every weekend like clockwork with no end
And his father would always reminisce about old days
Melancholic he ended a friendship with his best friend
For thirty-five years his parents had been together
Through thick and thin through good and bad
His father would drink to forget the troubles
But it revived memories and made him more sad
“I was the worst son of a bitch” his father would say
“I drank and cheated on your mother” he’d confess
“And can you believe the woman still...
Every weekend like clockwork with no end
And his father would always reminisce about old days
Melancholic he ended a friendship with his best friend
For thirty-five years his parents had been together
Through thick and thin through good and bad
His father would drink to forget the troubles
But it revived memories and made him more sad
“I was the worst son of a bitch” his father would say
“I drank and cheated on your mother” he’d confess
“And can you believe the woman still...
#love
#children
#secrets #family
#secrets #family
322 reads
7 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 8:23pm
12th Aug 2022 8:23pm
DreamKillers
Share a word of love with your friends
Share a word of love with your friends
If you have a little friend
Shake hands with her or him
Share a word of love with your friends"
But who am I
I stand alone
From conception til now
I stand alone
Sucking on bones
To fight off hunger
There's a scythe swinging to and forth
And it has my number
Staring at the ceiling I can see each one of them
Children circling a tree reciting a hymn
Off in the distance away from the tree
I see one alone, I...
Share a word of love with your friends
If you have a little friend
Shake hands with her or him
Share a word of love with your friends"
But who am I
I stand alone
From conception til now
I stand alone
Sucking on bones
To fight off hunger
There's a scythe swinging to and forth
And it has my number
Staring at the ceiling I can see each one of them
Children circling a tree reciting a hymn
Off in the distance away from the tree
I see one alone, I...
#children
#humankind
322 reads
7 Comments
Mark_Parsons
Mark Parsons
Mark Parsons
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 1:48am
3rd Aug 2022 1:48am
Requiem for the Duke of Paducah
Requiem for the Duke of Paducah
My parents were millionaires
When having a million dollars meant something
My parents were penniless, beaten and broken under crushing debt
My parents were entrepreneurs
When being an entrepreneur didn’t mean being a capitalist
Because everybody was a capitalist
My parents were white trash, cracker tornado bait
My parents were iconoclasts
Who taught their children to kneel down before no man
My parents were social climbers, terrified of giving themselves away
Being found out as rustic simpletons...
My parents were millionaires
When having a million dollars meant something
My parents were penniless, beaten and broken under crushing debt
My parents were entrepreneurs
When being an entrepreneur didn’t mean being a capitalist
Because everybody was a capitalist
My parents were white trash, cracker tornado bait
My parents were iconoclasts
Who taught their children to kneel down before no man
My parents were social climbers, terrified of giving themselves away
Being found out as rustic simpletons...
#children
#childhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
471 reads
10 Comments
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