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Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides

All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides

Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace

More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace

Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay

Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.

26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2013

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An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly

Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014

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Captcha WHA6

When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel  keep being naughty and you won't make it to

Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
G.L. All

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013

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I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a 
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?

Copyright © Ashley Ho | Year Posted 2012

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Cute as an angel
Heavenly - Oh, gosh
One of a kind
Chubby hands, love the hair
Only one little bite
Lovely magical moments
Amazing pleasure
Tasty - but a little sticky
Enchanting chocolate face

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)

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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found
Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around 
X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget
United are the demons, which created the mood to set
Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright 
Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might
Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins
Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within

Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides 
Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide
Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone
Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone
Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within
Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin
Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today
Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007

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mommies journey

mommies journey
mommy do your journey
Why do I have to
do your journey
mother do your job right
mother do your journey
cook for your man
why should I
mother do your job
I am only sixteen
mother walk your own
journey why do I have too
wash every bodies clothes
including your mans
mother wake up
mother do your job
and raise me right
mother do your part as a woman
who has a responsibility
mother do your job
so your boyfriend can stop looking at me
strange I am only sixteen
mother were are you I am scared to go home
your boyfriend is home drinking and your not home
mother come home mother I cry because
your not home and your boyfriend is touching
off my breast
mother do your flipping job when you come home
cook clean please your boyfriend so I won't have to
mother mother
were are you your boyfriends
penis is hurting me
I am a virgin
all this blood every where 
I don't know what to do
mother were u too
I am scared
sitting here in this bed
s car is pulling in in the yard
mother's questions
nothing comes out It's because to late
the damage is done
oh child of mines I am sorry he abused you but you
are a women now 
so please understand that my man did not want me anymore
he wanted you a

and I just needed him in my life
so the only way he would stay 
is if he had you my daughter
tears of emotions
I can't even call you my mother
your pathetic
you need help badly
mother do your job
without me because I don't want
no parts of you and your crazy life style
I am sixteen
mother walk your own journey bye yourself
wake up you don't have
a daughter anymore
mother grow up and play your role
take responsibility for your faults
mother walk your own journey
mother I am gone
mother do your job

Copyright © sher-vawn robinson | Year Posted 2015

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Temper so beastly, troublesome and wild
Anger quite disturbing which isn’t defined
Nuisance and discomfort suffered by loved ones
Two or thereabout, the usual age for this display
Rendering everyone around alert and agitated
Unnecessary hostility, care givers undeservedly face 
Markedly disappears with more years grown.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart

Everything Halloween contest
written 10/1/2013

Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2013

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Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

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16 days of activism against woman and child abuse

S ober your mind and clear the mist of ignorance
I mmediate reaction is required to gang up against perpetrators 
X enial approach is needed to shield the victims from prejudice
T o help everyone understand their struggles, education is vital 
E very day I hear voices of abused women and children so loud, who are
E mbedded by perpetrators that are protected family ties. Their protection 
N ullifies all the laws meant to deal with perpetrators of abuse   
D evastating news we hear on daily basis 
A mongst ourselves we gossip about victims dilemmas instead of calling 
Y oung and old to shun an abusive behavior 
S ober your mind and clear the mist of ignorance

O ver the years we’ve called for unity and 
F avors to converge in solidarity to support victims of rape		 

A t least to show them, they are not alone 
C avities of abusive incidences are vivid, especially 
T o the young ones who are victims of rape
I ncluding those who were sexually abused. 
V enting words like, it’s your fault 
I nflict contradictory perceptions in a victim’s mind
S ober your mind and clear the mist of ignorance
More than 16 days is need to clear the mist of ignorance
A ctive participations is crucial to help us 
G ain trust and to restore confidence of the victims
A nd the support of the entire nation	
I n this way we can all be sure that
N o one will be left alone to deal with the ordeal of abuse 
S ukumani sakhe isizwe 
T he time is now!

C hildren must be protected, and be
H idden away from the monster’s with  
I ll behaviors, irrespective of their biological connection 
L ove is all they need to
D are life obstacles and conquer them 
R emember they draw courage from us 
E ven if we poor a simple gesture of love goes a long way 
N ever underestimate the power of love 
A lmighty gives us children to love and support them 
N o one must take advantage of their fragile situation
D o not condone any acts that violate their rights. it starts with you

W omen often delay to pinpoint abusive behaviors, especially  
O f their partners who are romantically involved simply because their
M othering nature shadows the realities of abuse 
A nd silence the nagging voice awaking their conscience  
N o one should ignore their conscience.

A cts of violent and abuse are inhuman and
B rutal to humanity  
U nder no circumstances should we tolerate their ill behavior	
S ober your mind and clear the mist of ignorance
E xpel propensities of woman and child abuse. Real Man heed the call 

Copyright © Bongani Zungu | Year Posted 2015

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To the Victims of Violence

People sharing life together
Every country, every land
All of us are in this together
Created for goodness and love
Every life is precious

Only fear can cause this kind of evil
Nothing good comes from suffering on this scale

Every person: man, woman, and child 
All through the wide world should be able to 
Remember a time without violence or pain
Truly knowing what it means to be safe
Heaven knows it is long overdue.

Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2015

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Her Name Is Brittney

Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole

Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2014

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F- Forever live in faith
O-Oh my little one.
R-Render only to your heart
E-Ever trusting what you know.
V-Voice your beliefs.
E-Endure with desire.
R-Remember always who you are.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015

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just Lacey

Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by: 
Years she shines sunlight in my eye

Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014

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When I held you in my arms for the very first time,
Overjoyed that my baby boy was simply sublime.
New life that I had pushed into the world, 
Darling son, oh how my emotions whirled.
Every day brought us something new,
Recording every moment as you grew.
Filling our lives with laughter and joy,
Unconditional love for our beautiful boy.
Love you forever my wonderful son.

Contest:- Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor:- John Hamilton

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Infants are naturally propagators of this quality
No direct blend with vices and curiosity, also
Not knowing at all is a huge cover
Over such mind seemingly pure
Carnality is naïve even though it sticks around
Ego is still searching for shade to comfort in
Naughtiness and craftiness yet to rent in this mind
Completely far from participating in wrongs
Easy to detect but not only from countenance and outlook

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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A Hearing Impaired Child

S-peak not the truth, pleasant or not,
I-n my mouth, silence resounds;
G-ive me your smile and not a frown,
N-od your head and I’ll understand.

L-ift up my spirit as I do the rest,
A-ccept me for what I am and my weaknesses,
N-eeding your special love, care and sweetness,
G-od rewards  you  a thousand folds if you can give.
U-pbeat so much of your capabilities,
A-ll of us have something to share;
G-uide me to make the stars not out of my reach,
E-nigma of my strength  is you, my God’s gift.

Sign language helps you to understand me,
          for I am a child who is a hearing impaired.

Aug. 11,2012

Note: I composed this poem lovingly dedicated to exceptional kids especially the HI. May God bless you all.

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

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A Bright Child








Copyright © Alexander Seal | Year Posted 2015

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Fly Away My Angel

Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even  tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!

Copyright © Julie Bosley | Year Posted 2012

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Many sleepless nights abound
Yearning for the lack of sound.

Two Minions have me running round,
With many eyes needed all around
Or disaster strikes and I expound.

Beware the Lego on the ground
On late dark trips to a screaming mound.
Yawning smiles though, do astound
Sweethearts sleeping most profound.

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Child Sexual Abuse

Helpless, and unexpecting. 
Innocent then innocence taken away. 
Loving and trusting children being made to 
Do things against their will and having 
Sexual things done to them. 
Evil revealing itself in different ways and 
X-pecting children not to say anything. an 
Unkind and uncaring human being torturting 
A defenseless, innocent child. 
Long lasting effects of the 
Abuse is what the survivor will endure all 
Because some people are just plain sick and 
Uncaring. full of threat 
Sexual predators stay away; we wish. there's no 
Excuse for hurting and sexual abusing a child.

Copyright © Lena Prince | Year Posted 2011

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Winter Wonderland

When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters? 
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers. 
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.

© December 24, 2011

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

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S lain 
A nonymously
N eighbors
D umbfounded by
Y ?

H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy

©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander | Year Posted 2012

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A     A miracle  that's what you are to me
U     Unique  as your name
R     Rose red fat little cheeks  
O     Once I looked into  your eyes you took my heart
R      Rely on me to always be there for you
A      Amazing little girl that's what you are

Dedicated to my granddaughter who is 4 weeks old today.
Nanny loves you baby girl!


Copyright © Tracey Pollack | Year Posted 2016

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written 22nd March 2001

P  is for your "petite little smile
A  is for your bright "angle eyes
Y  is for all the "yarns you tell
T  is for the little "temper you have
E  is for the "eternal happiness you bring
E  is for the "endless laughter that follows
N  is for the "nagging questions you ask
A  is for your little muck "attitude

                "Mummy's Thoughts"
       You are my petite little angle eyes
         With a story behind every lie
         Giving attitude to everyone
    Except, the one you lovingly call mum

                          with love

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

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The Other Visitors

Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed

Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!

Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011

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Bedtime Stories

Here beside the glowing hearth, warmed by scents and sounds
All around rambunctious little ones settle upon the ground.
“Please!” they chime, “Just one more story, 'fore we go to sleep.”
Paternal affection engulfs my heart, emotions remarkably deep. 
I softly offer one more tale, and grin at their youthful mirth.
No worldly wealth, no gems, nor gold; no treasures of Earth
Even on the best of days, compares to what they’re worth.
So frequently, from every clime, we’re told what "happiness" means,
Sometimes, though…I think we know, it’s in these little things.


For Contest: Happiness-Acrostic
Hosted By: John Hamilton

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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GRACEFUL: Best Short Acrostic Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

G rowing up so fast as I watch her dance

R ound n' round with that pony tail free

A llured into watching her beauty enhance                                                                  

C atching falling stars, sweet Ellie Marie

E legant expressions, blessings of smiles

F or God so loved me He gave me her

U ndoubtedly, she's the most gifted child

L ovely young lady, gentle and pure

***I started here September 2015, and wrote this Acrostic July 1, 2015.***

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016