Poems about Children
#children
Poems about children and parenthood, the love and responsibility of having children. Poetry about raising children in society, and the influence family and social pressures have on their development.
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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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All My Children
God told me to kill you, so I can stay alive
I slay children
I enjoy to see them in pain
I slay children
Bounded in shackles & chains
I slay children
Lure them in with colorful gum
I slay children
Their last day of having fun
I'll detonate the school bus
Blast out the tires
Explosion so grand
Kids dead from the fire
You all need to die
and that's the price you pay
I'm taking away your precious one
Could be tomorrow or maybe today
I have no regrets
I have no remorse
Stop...
I slay children
I enjoy to see them in pain
I slay children
Bounded in shackles & chains
I slay children
Lure them in with colorful gum
I slay children
Their last day of having fun
I'll detonate the school bus
Blast out the tires
Explosion so grand
Kids dead from the fire
You all need to die
and that's the price you pay
I'm taking away your precious one
Could be tomorrow or maybe today
I have no regrets
I have no remorse
Stop...
#children
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
#murder
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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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Sunday January 5th
Mommy, come look!!
Daddy pointed a gun at his face and fired it!
He won't get up
Mommy, he's funny looking, come look!!
Daddy pointed a gun at his face and fired it!
He won't get up
Mommy, he's funny looking, come look!!
#children
#dark
#death
#father
#suicide
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17 Comments
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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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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Home no More
Home no More
The sticker slapped upon my door
Informs me that we have a home no more
Gather up the wife and children with not much more than the clothes that hang off of us
At least it’s summertime I guess we won’t freeze sleeping under the night sky
But the season will change and we don’t have enough blankets to keep us warm
So we go to the shelter that is overflowing
With despair and broken human beings
In the darkness the vultures prey upon the few objects that we still own so we are back out on the cold...
The sticker slapped upon my door
Informs me that we have a home no more
Gather up the wife and children with not much more than the clothes that hang off of us
At least it’s summertime I guess we won’t freeze sleeping under the night sky
But the season will change and we don’t have enough blankets to keep us warm
So we go to the shelter that is overflowing
With despair and broken human beings
In the darkness the vultures prey upon the few objects that we still own so we are back out on the cold...
#children
#despair
#family
#homelessness
#inequality
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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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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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Pink Floyd was right all along
Her name is Eudoxia
a Franciscan nun
Sisters of charity
or of the incarnated word
her Goetia commands
serpentine ways
we would stand carefully paired
in straight blocks
at each start
we didnt wear uniforms
though silenced by
authorities
one foot out
a single cough
and she would twist
an ear
iron clatter
keys rattling
teeth chatter
behold each lower ladder
one step back
forward
hold your chin up
chalk upon a blackboard ...
a Franciscan nun
Sisters of charity
or of the incarnated word
her Goetia commands
serpentine ways
we would stand carefully paired
in straight blocks
at each start
we didnt wear uniforms
though silenced by
authorities
one foot out
a single cough
and she would twist
an ear
iron clatter
keys rattling
teeth chatter
behold each lower ladder
one step back
forward
hold your chin up
chalk upon a blackboard ...
#children
#memories
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Krampus is coming
Kringle found him on the edge of Hell
This bringer of the last Noel
Enforcer for Father Christmas
Discipline delivered by Krampus
Angels we have heard on high
Das Punisher will come this night
Big and hairy, black as pitch
A serpents young and a wooden switch
He's the lord of coal
Yes he does have a black soul
All the naughty children want to change
Be nice to others, stop the misery and pain
Star if wonder, star of light
There will be no silent night
Krampus, ancient god of Yule ...
This bringer of the last Noel
Enforcer for Father Christmas
Discipline delivered by Krampus
Angels we have heard on high
Das Punisher will come this night
Big and hairy, black as pitch
A serpents young and a wooden switch
He's the lord of coal
Yes he does have a black soul
All the naughty children want to change
Be nice to others, stop the misery and pain
Star if wonder, star of light
There will be no silent night
Krampus, ancient god of Yule ...
#children
#Christmas
#dark
#evil
#holiday
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He wants your attention
Little boy left for hardly 10 minutes
The sitter had gone to the store for some cigarettes and soda
When she returned she saw the fire engines in front of the house
She saw the smoke & flames
She found out that the little boy she was babysitting had lit his little brother's crib on fire
The baby was burned to death
He used the matches she had left on the table
He had heard that the only child gets more attention from the parents
With more love & extra dessert
He was only looking out for number one
The sitter had gone to the store for some cigarettes and soda
When she returned she saw the fire engines in front of the house
She saw the smoke & flames
She found out that the little boy she was babysitting had lit his little brother's crib on fire
The baby was burned to death
He used the matches she had left on the table
He had heard that the only child gets more attention from the parents
With more love & extra dessert
He was only looking out for number one
#children
#family
#fire
#ignorance
#ShortStory
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DU Poetry : Poems about Children