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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 6:34pm
8th Nov 2024 6:34pm
The tide has change
Now here we are in a new light of what is truth, before our eyes 👁️ that can move us, towards a different kind of pressure release of the negative, effects that had us imprisoned in mind and heart and spiritual soul. As it affected us in ways that not even words can explain, yet here we are still alive and blessed, to be able to share our joy and happiness and strength together as one nation under GOD ALMIGHTY. 😇 For sure he saw the chaos and drama and confusion, and madness that we had to face of the senseless. Killings and Murders that seems to have no regrets...
#children
#friendship
#humankind
#men
#women
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:47am
3rd Nov 2024 11:47am
Kids, don't try this at home
He had seen on TV
An execution by hanging
Curious he was, he tried
How it is to hang
Execution means dying
Hanging is not a game
Execution means dying
He won't do it again
It was just a funny game
This caused his own death
An execution by hanging
Curious he was, he tried
How it is to hang
Execution means dying
Hanging is not a game
Execution means dying
He won't do it again
It was just a funny game
This caused his own death
#children
#death
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
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12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 00:18am
3rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Ofrenda
My father’s ashes sit on my sister’s windowsill
Along with other family members overlooking the yard
And whenever I visit on festive occasions
I make sure I have a drink
With a slight nod and toast to him
In honor of his memory
So I think…
Maybe when my time comes
And my kids and grandkids put my picture out
I’d want them to remember our times
As they read some of my poetry
Giggling while reading them rhymes
Then I’ll come across the bridge
Smelling the food and hearing them laugh
And I’ll say - laugh because...
Along with other family members overlooking the yard
And whenever I visit on festive occasions
I make sure I have a drink
With a slight nod and toast to him
In honor of his memory
So I think…
Maybe when my time comes
And my kids and grandkids put my picture out
I’d want them to remember our times
As they read some of my poetry
Giggling while reading them rhymes
Then I’ll come across the bridge
Smelling the food and hearing them laugh
And I’ll say - laugh because...
#children
#family
#father #love
#father #love
111 reads
8 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 11:40pm
2nd Nov 2024 11:40pm
Rocket Red Glare
Rocket Red glare
Baby just out the oven
She says grab a rifle
Small precious mirrors
Of our sins
Bathing in the school halls
Of our own blood
How did we approach
This moment for our kids
God is watching
All these hypocrites
She should be playing
With a sparkle pony
Instead momma
Says grab the shotgun
Fireworks spark a fire
In Indian lands
Carved into our narrative
Four stone heads
Standing above the land
If I can’t protect my...
Baby just out the oven
She says grab a rifle
Small precious mirrors
Of our sins
Bathing in the school halls
Of our own blood
How did we approach
This moment for our kids
God is watching
All these hypocrites
She should be playing
With a sparkle pony
Instead momma
Says grab the shotgun
Fireworks spark a fire
In Indian lands
Carved into our narrative
Four stone heads
Standing above the land
If I can’t protect my...
#children
#fear
#GunControl #hypocrisy
#GunControl #hypocrisy
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oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 10:50am
28th Oct 2024 10:50am
No One
No one cares what I say
I say it everyday and twice on Sundays
Do you hear what I say when you look away from me
I hear what you say even in my sleep and my
Not nightmares
Wake up in the middle of the day
Try to find a compass
I hear what you mean even in the in between
I see what you see in your daydreams
I realize it’s not a dream but real life
No one hears me so I scream
Yell out from the rooftops
And to the ocean
But no one hears my plea to save me
But no one hears...
I say it everyday and twice on Sundays
Do you hear what I say when you look away from me
I hear what you say even in my sleep and my
Not nightmares
Wake up in the middle of the day
Try to find a compass
I hear what you mean even in the in between
I see what you see in your daydreams
I realize it’s not a dream but real life
No one hears me so I scream
Yell out from the rooftops
And to the ocean
But no one hears my plea to save me
But no one hears...
#children
#dark
#honesty
#hypocrisy
#tolerance
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 7:49pm
24th Oct 2024 7:49pm
Little Hermes
My little Hermes
With that belly full of milk
Like little lions
When they drink from their mom
Let me touch it a bit
Please.
With that belly full of milk
Like little lions
When they drink from their mom
Let me touch it a bit
Please.
#children
#motherhood
57 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 5:36pm
22nd Oct 2024 5:36pm
Save Me
I dreamt that you were six years old again
Yet somehow, I knew it was a dream
Subconsciously I was aware of our current time and place
But it didn’t matter
I was going to enjoy this little journey
You took my hand
Led me to the living room with all the toys
I sat with you
I hugged you
Your little face lit
Your bright smile
You spoke to me
I was happy in all the details of your face
Your innocence
I miss you being that little
I miss you all being that small
I held back my tears
Time has...
Yet somehow, I knew it was a dream
Subconsciously I was aware of our current time and place
But it didn’t matter
I was going to enjoy this little journey
You took my hand
Led me to the living room with all the toys
I sat with you
I hugged you
Your little face lit
Your bright smile
You spoke to me
I was happy in all the details of your face
Your innocence
I miss you being that little
I miss you all being that small
I held back my tears
Time has...
#Autism
#children
#memories
181 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 11:39pm
19th Oct 2024 11:39pm
Blue Moon
August 3rd, 2024
No I was not outside looking up at the night sky
I was in my bedroom trying put the child to sleep
But I forgot the neon lights would catch her eye
A curiosity awakened her instead of counting sheep
I tried to reason with her and spoke to her with logic
But she was more interested in the colorful lights
Then smiling at me like I was some kind of comic
Pleading with her as it was getting late into the night
And when the hue turned to my favorite color blue
She sat up and stared at them again as if in a trance ...
No I was not outside looking up at the night sky
I was in my bedroom trying put the child to sleep
But I forgot the neon lights would catch her eye
A curiosity awakened her instead of counting sheep
I tried to reason with her and spoke to her with logic
But she was more interested in the colorful lights
Then smiling at me like I was some kind of comic
Pleading with her as it was getting late into the night
And when the hue turned to my favorite color blue
She sat up and stared at them again as if in a trance ...
#children
#funny
202 reads
12 Comments
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
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1 Comment
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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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
October Poems 2024 >> when hunger no longer finds pity
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
#birthday
#children
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#war
70 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 1:13pm
13th Oct 2024 1:13pm
Bump on the belly
Bump on the belly
Sit and think about
What she goes through
Gestating creation in the womb
Nurturing maternal instincts
As I go about my business
My feet don’t swell
No morning sickness
Swimming in nausea
She’s a trooper
No complaints
If it was me I’d be
Screaming from the rooftops
Asking for help or some relief
She soldiers on
Says she’s fatiguing
On the couch for days
9 months on the rock pile
Producing Oscar winners
Or a astronaut exploring...
Sit and think about
What she goes through
Gestating creation in the womb
Nurturing maternal instincts
As I go about my business
My feet don’t swell
No morning sickness
Swimming in nausea
She’s a trooper
No complaints
If it was me I’d be
Screaming from the rooftops
Asking for help or some relief
She soldiers on
Says she’s fatiguing
On the couch for days
9 months on the rock pile
Producing Oscar winners
Or a astronaut exploring...
#children
#memories
#motherhood #responsibility
#motherhood #responsibility
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