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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Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 7:37am
19th Nov 2019 7:37am
Why I DON'T Buy the GLOBAL Flood (And YOU Don't Need to Either)
I am proudly PRO-LIFE.
So I don't like the idea of a mother killing her own offspring.
And a woman who gets pregnant becomes a mother as soon as fertilization takes place - whether or not the offspring gets born.
She is the BEGINNING of a mother, a proto-mom you could say.
For the zygote is no longer just an ovum.
Yes, to have a ZYGOTE in your body is the beginning of motherhood.
So any woman who has an abortion = a MOTHER up until that acting of killing takes place.
But I digress. Let me get back to Noah and the FLOOD.
For God to kill ALL...
So I don't like the idea of a mother killing her own offspring.
And a woman who gets pregnant becomes a mother as soon as fertilization takes place - whether or not the offspring gets born.
She is the BEGINNING of a mother, a proto-mom you could say.
For the zygote is no longer just an ovum.
Yes, to have a ZYGOTE in your body is the beginning of motherhood.
So any woman who has an abortion = a MOTHER up until that acting of killing takes place.
But I digress. Let me get back to Noah and the FLOOD.
For God to kill ALL...
#children
#humankind
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 1:51pm
16th Nov 2019 1:51pm
Why War?
I wish it was a simple thing
To explain why people go to war.
But anything that can reduce
Society and lives to rubble
Is from an unbridled darkness
Of our prehistoric DNA.
Like the wolf in domestic dogs,
We too have the capability
To turn and bite the hand that feeds.
Beginning from the first smell of blood,
Marking territory with scent,
Before a God existed, my child.
To explain why people go to war.
But anything that can reduce
Society and lives to rubble
Is from an unbridled darkness
Of our prehistoric DNA.
Like the wolf in domestic dogs,
We too have the capability
To turn and bite the hand that feeds.
Beginning from the first smell of blood,
Marking territory with scent,
Before a God existed, my child.
#children
#war
#God
#humankind
#historical
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ThroughTheVeil
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 6:30am
14th Nov 2019 6:30am
Raising Mother
My mother's head has cracked today.
I found her wandering about.
I raised her from a child I did,
and this is how we go out.
What's it like to feel something?
It's something I can't do.
I can't afford to let it slip,
and let the waves come through,
for if I do I'll surely drown,
and get lost just like you.
I found her wandering about.
I raised her from a child I did,
and this is how we go out.
What's it like to feel something?
It's something I can't do.
I can't afford to let it slip,
and let the waves come through,
for if I do I'll surely drown,
and get lost just like you.
#grief
#mother
#children
#family
#denial
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 5:25pm
13th Nov 2019 5:25pm
Why do people go to war?
Folks go to war for water
they go to war for oil...
sometimes it seems
they go to war
when tempers start to boil…
To steal land from the neighbors
war is just another way…
some folks will swear
God told them to
what an awful thing to say…
In the end it's pretty simple, kids
and just 'tween you and me…
mostly people go to war
because they disagree…
Their Mamas never taught them
to work their problems out...
to get together
with each other
to talk, instead of shout...
...
they go to war for oil...
sometimes it seems
they go to war
when tempers start to boil…
To steal land from the neighbors
war is just another way…
some folks will swear
God told them to
what an awful thing to say…
In the end it's pretty simple, kids
and just 'tween you and me…
mostly people go to war
because they disagree…
Their Mamas never taught them
to work their problems out...
to get together
with each other
to talk, instead of shout...
...
#children
#conflict
#war
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 6:09am
10th Nov 2019 6:09am
My seeded words
My best I give to you, messy aprons, gingerbread house frosting in my hair, your tiny face with teeth spaced, all moments I lovingly wear. Chase happy moments, make everyday count, know when it's enough and always be fair.
Every soul that weaves into your path, share it with a good heart. When the next you are seen, they will run to you, not from you, speaking only good things, regretting your time apart.
Let not your excitement forget to read what's written in a card, it is worth more than it's contents inside. All that your heart and hands find to do, do it...
Every soul that weaves into your path, share it with a good heart. When the next you are seen, they will run to you, not from you, speaking only good things, regretting your time apart.
Let not your excitement forget to read what's written in a card, it is worth more than it's contents inside. All that your heart and hands find to do, do it...
#love
#children
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 12:57pm
8th Nov 2019 12:57pm
A Message to Joey
Hello my son in Heaven sent,
I know you’re watching over me.
It wasn’t long ago you were
Your mother’s little boy-to-be.
I hope, my son betwixt the stars,
There’s lots to learn & be and do
To be the very best you are.
It’s this I wish to ask of you.
You hear my tears do you my son,
How this poor heart of mine is lost.
An angel came to take you home,
To be with God at any cost.
But this is where I see so clear;
Within a void there lives a world
That hides till innocence is near,
It...
I know you’re watching over me.
It wasn’t long ago you were
Your mother’s little boy-to-be.
I hope, my son betwixt the stars,
There’s lots to learn & be and do
To be the very best you are.
It’s this I wish to ask of you.
You hear my tears do you my son,
How this poor heart of mine is lost.
An angel came to take you home,
To be with God at any cost.
But this is where I see so clear;
Within a void there lives a world
That hides till innocence is near,
It...
#children
#sex
#homelessness
#heaven
#son
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 11:22pm
4th Nov 2019 11:22pm
Maternal Instincts
When I was thirteen,
In the stage between
Child and adult,
As a result,
My maternal instincts kicked in,
I wanted to find someone, and love to be in,
Someone much older than me, more mature, and much cuter than those in my age range and disposition,
And I wanted more than anything else...with whoever I chose, to be a mother.
You know how going through all the crazy emotions of puberty,
Can really affect you emotionally,
This is not something I have ever told anyone,
Because I thought it would not be important to me or to...
In the stage between
Child and adult,
As a result,
My maternal instincts kicked in,
I wanted to find someone, and love to be in,
Someone much older than me, more mature, and much cuter than those in my age range and disposition,
And I wanted more than anything else...with whoever I chose, to be a mother.
You know how going through all the crazy emotions of puberty,
Can really affect you emotionally,
This is not something I have ever told anyone,
Because I thought it would not be important to me or to...
#sadness
#children
#ILoveYou
#beauty
#confessional
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Bramdyswells67
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 6:56am
4th Nov 2019 6:56am
My child
My child I'm right here, Looking for the reason for the things I've done. Why I went to the places I did ,and how the feelings kept me away for so long. My I'm right here, My eyes are real clear now and see where I went wrong. I take one look at you, how could I have left you alone.Take my hand so I can let you know that my love for you is strong..
#children
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Drifting
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 5:32am
2nd Nov 2019 5:32am
A Fathers Promise
Come sit with me a while.
Tell me about yourself.
There was a time not too long ago when I knew more about you than you knew about yourself.
These days I barely know either of us.
Tell me a story in the way you do.
Youthful, hyperactive ramblings of excitement.
You talk so fast you can’t even keep up with yourself and we laugh together as we try and figure out what you were just talking about.
Show me your hobbies.
What do you like to do? Childish knowledge of every shiny little trinket you own pours out of you with...
Tell me about yourself.
There was a time not too long ago when I knew more about you than you knew about yourself.
These days I barely know either of us.
Tell me a story in the way you do.
Youthful, hyperactive ramblings of excitement.
You talk so fast you can’t even keep up with yourself and we laugh together as we try and figure out what you were just talking about.
Show me your hobbies.
What do you like to do? Childish knowledge of every shiny little trinket you own pours out of you with...
#father
#children
#son
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 7:41pm
30th Oct 2019 7:41pm
Just an elevator?
that only goes up and down??
~ frown~
Child, you're lacking imagination
See you later, Alligator!
As for you, Crocodile ...
~ smile ~
I wish you
would stay a while;
take a further tour with me
Together, we can explore the four
corners of my factory ( and there may
even be a room or two or three
I myself have never seen before! )
We can zoom about in this fabulous
glass observatory that zips and glides
and dips but never collides as it flip de trips ...
~ frown~
Child, you're lacking imagination
See you later, Alligator!
As for you, Crocodile ...
~ smile ~
I wish you
would stay a while;
take a further tour with me
Together, we can explore the four
corners of my factory ( and there may
even be a room or two or three
I myself have never seen before! )
We can zoom about in this fabulous
glass observatory that zips and glides
and dips but never collides as it flip de trips ...
#children
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butters
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 10:02pm
27th Oct 2019 10:02pm
for the love of...
partners, children, pets,
we learn
the art of pretzel—
all convoluted twists
salt, spice, no ends—
attempt to quantify the spaces
we wrap ourselves around.
perhaps it is the shape of water
we should seek to emulate—
happiest when we fit our niches
or, when frozen,
carving new shapes of our own,
moving boulders
till a warming in our lives
allows fresh flows,
the spill of white waters,
the turmoil of plunge-pools,
a depositing of gold in hidden tracts.
we learn
the art of pretzel—
all convoluted twists
salt, spice, no ends—
attempt to quantify the spaces
we wrap ourselves around.
perhaps it is the shape of water
we should seek to emulate—
happiest when we fit our niches
or, when frozen,
carving new shapes of our own,
moving boulders
till a warming in our lives
allows fresh flows,
the spill of white waters,
the turmoil of plunge-pools,
a depositing of gold in hidden tracts.
#love
#children
#relationships
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 5:56pm
26th Oct 2019 5:56pm
WHERE is SHE ?
whoa, there. since when is yester-day to-morrow?
"At some point, I suppose but everything you say sounds
of gibberish, like a like like a
maelstrom without
f o c u s "
So, envy that agenda. It may prove profitable sometime soon. Might even
getcha laid. Inconsistencies abound,
( better to to be Safely Sorry) ...
"At some point, I suppose but everything you say sounds
of gibberish, like a like like a
maelstrom without
f o c u s "
So, envy that agenda. It may prove profitable sometime soon. Might even
getcha laid. Inconsistencies abound,
( better to to be Safely Sorry) ...
#love
#regret
#children
#forgiveness
#IMissYou
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