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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Nothing's Lost, you see?
When my frame can no longer hold me here, My Spirit, He will search The Eternal for dreams held off my reach. Planting these as seeds in my children's blood, He will say, "These sketches, Nana left them to guide the path you choose to follow."
We do not only give birth to our children. He Who gives them life, gives us their dreams as well to bear.
Nothing's Lost, You see?!
We do not only give birth to our children. He Who gives them life, gives us their dreams as well to bear.
Nothing's Lost, You see?!
#children
#dreams
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
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A dark night.
Passing by an
Old cottage
Of country cheese
And chicken.
She hurries
To feed her
Babies in barn.
Bare subliminal sunlight
And the tallish tree's shade
Of cool breeze falls
Over her shoulders.
She carries paper sheets
Of office work.
She works skrillex
Computer and earns
A pynny.
A new school day
Of her life children
Are too sunny.
She Eats Apple cider
And chicken roast
Plays a county music.
She color her bars glass
Green and blue
And lives nearby
By...
Old cottage
Of country cheese
And chicken.
She hurries
To feed her
Babies in barn.
Bare subliminal sunlight
And the tallish tree's shade
Of cool breeze falls
Over her shoulders.
She carries paper sheets
Of office work.
She works skrillex
Computer and earns
A pynny.
A new school day
Of her life children
Are too sunny.
She Eats Apple cider
And chicken roast
Plays a county music.
She color her bars glass
Green and blue
And lives nearby
By...
#love
#children
#boyfriend #family
#boyfriend #family
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Paper Hearts
Paper hearts with broken wings
caged in dark, sight unseen
angels shot out of the sky
Paper trails with white washed faces
secret letters to hidden basements
tiny voices left to die
Paper cuts with rainbow bruises
wounds that crust, blood that oozes
no one left to hear their cries
Paper hearts take flight in dark
with silenced dreams on broken wings
some set free to fly
caged in dark, sight unseen
angels shot out of the sky
Paper trails with white washed faces
secret letters to hidden basements
tiny voices left to die
Paper cuts with rainbow bruises
wounds that crust, blood that oozes
no one left to hear their cries
Paper hearts take flight in dark
with silenced dreams on broken wings
some set free to fly
#children
#suffering
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New Year Baby
Life can bring you so much joy…
At unexpected times
In unexpected places
It can certainly turn your life around
And bring happiness with tiny little faces
It was five minutes into the New Year
When my granddaughter came into the world
It was so quick, so sudden
What a way to start 2024
And when I held her in my arms
I stared at her angelic face
Little Luna, we’re over moon
Our little star is filled with grace
Today for the first time
I called my daughter momma
At unexpected times
In unexpected places
It can certainly turn your life around
And bring happiness with tiny little faces
It was five minutes into the New Year
When my granddaughter came into the world
It was so quick, so sudden
What a way to start 2024
And when I held her in my arms
I stared at her angelic face
Little Luna, we’re over moon
Our little star is filled with grace
Today for the first time
I called my daughter momma
#love
#children
#family #daughter
#family #daughter
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new year many times
New Year many times
This afternoon, I have watched many new years all over the world, in Australia, New Zealand, and other nations
it is all the same as a fireworks display (the Saudis has
the best and longest one)
I have, minutes ago, seen from the terrace the sky is afire happy fireworks, and I hear the jubilation
Sometimes, we have to enjoy the moment, in Cascais
the sky looks splendid, and this is not the time
to say the moment spent on this frivolity could have been better spent on the poor
The TV camera is out taking picture of the...
This afternoon, I have watched many new years all over the world, in Australia, New Zealand, and other nations
it is all the same as a fireworks display (the Saudis has
the best and longest one)
I have, minutes ago, seen from the terrace the sky is afire happy fireworks, and I hear the jubilation
Sometimes, we have to enjoy the moment, in Cascais
the sky looks splendid, and this is not the time
to say the moment spent on this frivolity could have been better spent on the poor
The TV camera is out taking picture of the...
#children
#BestFriend
#humankind #heroic
#humankind #heroic
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Elegance In the Eye of Cartageña’s Pearl
Elegance In the Eye of Cartageña’s Pearl
Down from the misty mountains
Where she labored
Under the sign of the jaguar
Beneath the jade sun
Harvesting sacramental beans
Lemon sunshine streets
Of Columbian citrus dreams
Where native lady flowers
In rainbow dyed gown
And cinnamon perfume
She poses for pictures
With strange American men
An international diplomat
Who speaks no English
But knows the language ...
Down from the misty mountains
Where she labored
Under the sign of the jaguar
Beneath the jade sun
Harvesting sacramental beans
Lemon sunshine streets
Of Columbian citrus dreams
Where native lady flowers
In rainbow dyed gown
And cinnamon perfume
She poses for pictures
With strange American men
An international diplomat
Who speaks no English
But knows the language ...
#mother
#children
#women #city
#women #city
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Fathers and Sons of Gaza
He does not look at the child in his arms
he looks only ahead, his feet fly
at the spur of worry, does a child
weigh less when it loses playfulness?
he does not look at the child in his arms
The stagger of his run make the limbs
of the child sway, giving a semblance
of breathing, his arms tighten to keep
the pieces from falling, he searches
for succor in the eyes of other men
he meets only quiet hopelessness
sitting on rubble of erstwhile homes.
he looks only ahead, his feet fly
at the spur of worry, does a child
weigh less when it loses playfulness?
he does not look at the child in his arms
The stagger of his run make the limbs
of the child sway, giving a semblance
of breathing, his arms tighten to keep
the pieces from falling, he searches
for succor in the eyes of other men
he meets only quiet hopelessness
sitting on rubble of erstwhile homes.
#sadness
#children
#parent
#war
#death
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Christmas 1984
It was a culture shock, at least to me
The civil war had been raging and had gotten out of hand
So we left
But when I celebrated my first Christmas in the U.S.
The silence of silent night took a whole new meaning
Though we spent the night talking, eating and listening to music
That old happy tunes felt more nostalgic than ever before
But it was the silence of the neighborhood that got me
No fireworks, no firecrackers, do we even know our neighbors?
The melting pot certainly had a different feel that first year
Why was Christmas...
The civil war had been raging and had gotten out of hand
So we left
But when I celebrated my first Christmas in the U.S.
The silence of silent night took a whole new meaning
Though we spent the night talking, eating and listening to music
That old happy tunes felt more nostalgic than ever before
But it was the silence of the neighborhood that got me
No fireworks, no firecrackers, do we even know our neighbors?
The melting pot certainly had a different feel that first year
Why was Christmas...
#children
#Christmas
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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Honey.
I made dinner
Too fast
At 7.
Rest time
You tune to radio.
Too fast
At 7.
Rest time
You tune to radio.
#children
#motherhood
#daughter
#son
#fatherhood
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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
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For the children
beneath
the soul of God
countless
decomposing bones
lay buried
by the weight
of time
little boys
&
little girls
dead & damned
their fragile
hearts
had no hope
in this world
of man
while
in heaven
no one hears
them scream
Harry Rout 2023
the soul of God
countless
decomposing bones
lay buried
by the weight
of time
little boys
&
little girls
dead & damned
their fragile
hearts
had no hope
in this world
of man
while
in heaven
no one hears
them scream
Harry Rout 2023
#children
#war
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Last Night on Revolution Road
Last night she came home with tears in her eyes
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
#love
#children
#Autism
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