Poems About Children by Top Critiquers
#children
Poems about children by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 7:26pm
7th Jan 2025 7:26pm
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
57 reads
8 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
6th Apr 2022 8:33am
6th Apr 2022 8:33am
POEM INSPIRED BY 'A MOTHER'S HAPPY CRIES'
#children
#sex
#erotic #rhyming
#erotic #rhyming
249 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 8:34pm
24th Apr 2024 8:34pm
I see you all clear now see me
with recognition I remember you brothers
of Heaven before we lay eyes on Her
there is a dark woman who claims he encountered her not created her
she was seduced and drew Her portrait
then chained her
after learning her magics
he did dominate her using Adam to humiliate Her
He wanted a show in other words
her children with him rejected
because they were born of his darkness and rape
in terror she released them to Lu to care for
he would not give her peace they found heaven in hell
and Lu taught them self love
his...
of Heaven before we lay eyes on Her
there is a dark woman who claims he encountered her not created her
she was seduced and drew Her portrait
then chained her
after learning her magics
he did dominate her using Adam to humiliate Her
He wanted a show in other words
her children with him rejected
because they were born of his darkness and rape
in terror she released them to Lu to care for
he would not give her peace they found heaven in hell
and Lu taught them self love
his...
#children
#dark
#family #storm
#family #storm
181 reads
4 Comments
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
90 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 10:03pm
12th Dec 2024 10:03pm
My 2.5 Children
#abuse
#children
#suffering
38 reads
3 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 10:14am
26th Dec 2024 10:14am
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
72 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 4:46pm
4th Aug 2024 4:46pm
Childling
There is a time in a child's life
when we realize
they are no longer a child
Wasn't I just in the delivery room
yesterday afternoon?
A beam of light
outlines a young man
no longer a little boy
and a hard realization
that change is coming
all too soon
In less than two years
he will be driving
in less than four
he will be graduating
We are destined
to ask ourselves
if we did the best we could
with the time we had
If we loved enough
if we guided in...
when we realize
they are no longer a child
Wasn't I just in the delivery room
yesterday afternoon?
A beam of light
outlines a young man
no longer a little boy
and a hard realization
that change is coming
all too soon
In less than two years
he will be driving
in less than four
he will be graduating
We are destined
to ask ourselves
if we did the best we could
with the time we had
If we loved enough
if we guided in...
#childhood
#children
449 reads
28 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
78 reads
9 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Oct 2022 5:02pm
17th Oct 2022 5:02pm
Foggy Thoughts
Have you every as a child perched yourself up in the window
Waiting in heavy anticipation for the arrival of someone that you know
Maybe it's your father's weekend to pick you up again
Maybe this time he wont lie like he's done time and time again
Just maybe it's the holidays and your grandparents are coming to visit
The most precious memories that you have are of their visits
You sat in that window watching as the hours slipped by
With your heart growing heavier and heavier and you trying not to cry
Maybe you're a hungry kid and the...
Waiting in heavy anticipation for the arrival of someone that you know
Maybe it's your father's weekend to pick you up again
Maybe this time he wont lie like he's done time and time again
Just maybe it's the holidays and your grandparents are coming to visit
The most precious memories that you have are of their visits
You sat in that window watching as the hours slipped by
With your heart growing heavier and heavier and you trying not to cry
Maybe you're a hungry kid and the...
#sadness
#children
#disappointment
277 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Jun 2023 1:29pm
30th Jun 2023 1:29pm
Lines...from long ago
I fancied the thing with which we begat
those two fine lads we held so dear.
Yet, written as vulgar, is your lovely twat.
But...the dictionary...is wrong...I fear.
This reputational status seems clear,
and thus I think the topic needs more chat.
Yes! l well concluded, with much thought, and beer...
that I will always fancy the thing with which you begat
those many, many months of looking fat...
and you endured the condition with good cheer.
Then, in your rocking chair, with you, they sat...
those two fine...
those two fine lads we held so dear.
Yet, written as vulgar, is your lovely twat.
But...the dictionary...is wrong...I fear.
This reputational status seems clear,
and thus I think the topic needs more chat.
Yes! l well concluded, with much thought, and beer...
that I will always fancy the thing with which you begat
those many, many months of looking fat...
and you endured the condition with good cheer.
Then, in your rocking chair, with you, they sat...
those two fine...
#children
#motherhood
262 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
15th May 2020 2:55pm
15th May 2020 2:55pm
A walk in the park
Today on my morning walk
(I call it my “commute”)
I went into the neighbourhood park
instead of past it – we’re allowed now -
Haven’t been in there in years,
probably close to a decade,
since I had tiny hands to hold.
I walked the mowed path by the pond;
about twenty steps between trees and undergrowth,
once an exciting wilderness trek.
I stood on the rock where we watched for frogs -
might have even caught one once -
And I remember hearing the story
about how one of my boys cried
when a neighbourhood kid killed a...
(I call it my “commute”)
I went into the neighbourhood park
instead of past it – we’re allowed now -
Haven’t been in there in years,
probably close to a decade,
since I had tiny hands to hold.
I walked the mowed path by the pond;
about twenty steps between trees and undergrowth,
once an exciting wilderness trek.
I stood on the rock where we watched for frogs -
might have even caught one once -
And I remember hearing the story
about how one of my boys cried
when a neighbourhood kid killed a...
#regret
#children
#nature
#nostalgia
#pandemic
329 reads
3 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 5:01am
29th Oct 2022 5:01am
Flashing Bunny Ears
the end of a long, long school week
i get to go home and...
oops! no i don't
Trunk or Treat tonight
decorated cars
families slowly driving through
candy coming at them from all angles
last year
when i taught 6th grade
we were studying mythology
i was Medusa
i'd found a woven plastic headband
threaded the tails of rubber snakes through it
the snakes stuck out in all directions
everyone loved it
this year?
fuck costumes
fuck everything
fuck TJ twerking his fat ass in class
i'm...
i get to go home and...
oops! no i don't
Trunk or Treat tonight
decorated cars
families slowly driving through
candy coming at them from all angles
last year
when i taught 6th grade
we were studying mythology
i was Medusa
i'd found a woven plastic headband
threaded the tails of rubber snakes through it
the snakes stuck out in all directions
everyone loved it
this year?
fuck costumes
fuck everything
fuck TJ twerking his fat ass in class
i'm...
#children
#LifeStruggles
#Halloween
232 reads
9 Comments
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