Kids Acrostic Poems | Examples
These Kids Acrostic poems are examples of Acrostic poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Acrostic Kids poems written by international poets.
Some kids are asked to keep secrets
Emerald eyed monsters prey on that
Children should be seen not heard???
Red eyes cry from things bad so sad
Even if you grow up tight lipped
Tell someone for you matter
Falling in between family cracks
Only with shirt on your back
Sometimes life is incredibly wacked
The adults mistakes mean life is bad
Even though it’s not your fault
Racking brain with what you said
Keeping hope seems a lost cause
In time so angry you see red
Defying the odds determined to be
Someone powerful when grown and free
Fathers are familiar with their children
Attitudes of responsility are mandated
Teaching is best learned from modeling
Heaven painted perfect fatherhood pictures
Every action and word should be weighed
Respect can be demanded when earned
Heroes of children should be their parents
Offering prayers for our children is a must
Obligations to kids should never be a chore
Dedicated fathering is to train and give our best
Scintillating smiles spread around,
Extravagant gifts of colors abound;
Prosperity of raining joy seems endless,
Triumphant month fall is here to bless.
Exuberant rainbow lays its wide carpets,
Mesmerizing leaves in flamboyance pirouettes;
Brush of nature shows a non-stop painting on
Exquisite landscape where kids are playing,
Renders its great masterpiece for you darling.
Feel the gentleness of breeze as we dance with glee,
Ambiance is great at gardens and under each tree;
Leaves are life’s showers of hope, believe me.
Lovely deciduousness always opens all doors,
Surprising us all of God’s more graces and favors.
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
Sun rays slide across your face
Inviting silhouette artistic shades of love
Needling fingers plats a braid
Girl dad doing her hair not a fad
Little rituals she enjoys
Emerald ribbons matching joy
Doing all tasks of mom
And those of a daddy
Definitely a hero to your kids
First hero for your kids
Available active and passionate
Truly invested with a brave
Heart
Ego in check but healthy
Respect
Written: November 20, 2023
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Divorce is rarely a triumph, falling apart as a curse.
Indulging stable tension with your child referees.
Venture a long divorce, privacy in public courts.
Ostensible sets and claims, serve to widen the gap.
Relationship ending in bitter is such a sad event.
Children's hearts are broken forever,
Essay to gather pieces, start over, your kids in pain.
Your dream doesn’t have an expiration date.
Take a deep breath and try again.
—KT Witten
D I V O R C E
D ivided - feelings, kids and the lesser things.
I nk blots of dragons and broken mirrors.
V acant walls and chairs.
O bituary for two on display.
R agtag thoughts to sort through.
C hampioning life’s surreality.
E ddying for a time, then healing.
~~"Divorce may fix some of your problems, but it will create a whole lot of new problems too, especially if you have kids or property you cherish" ~~The poet
.Dissention causes trouble. Try seeing your partners point of view.
Indiscretion can be the cause. Is forgiveness possible?
Violence is hard to remedy and harder to forgive.
Obstinance is fixable if both stop being stubborn.
Remember the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
Conversation calmly may help.
Empathy for your partner is advisable.
Air is heavy with August's stifling heat,
Undulating water at the beach entreats.
Grab the kids, towels and sunscreen, let's hit the road,
Unleash your inner child, get ready for play mode.
Sandy shore and cool, refreshing waves are waiting.
Time to go now, no hesitating!
Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards
Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords
Welcoming the moon and the stars on their valorous way
Habitats did bid goodbye to the scorching sunny day
Ethereal exuberance enhanced each environs
Naughty nocturnal nonpareils of April blow sirens
Wet with drizzles, weary winds wiped their whiskers on cool cloud
Howls of dogs, foxes, wolves, apes, and coyotes were heard aloud
Endless Rest promised the noxious sting of death has gone numb,
Nullifying negations, nature, notations new did hum
23 April 2023
Facing my dad, who stood by mom’s side
Attentively. They were the definition of love.
Took care of us. We’d have dinner at 5:00, imagine!
He left the loving and conversation up to mom
Except for now — it’s amazing the stories he tells.
Relying on his memory, hoping for his
Soul to find love and peace in God.
Dad with unrelenting tears, now knows how much
All his kids love him. Just like him, we’re not going anywhere.
You can bet we’ll surround him on his bittersweet day.
5/13/2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
All of the popular kids are invited to party
Laughter abounds as they get inebriated
Chortles and giggles, making less sense every hour
Outrageous behaviors run rampant, to prove they are drunk
He starts to get irritated with his wife’s barbed comments
Ornery now, he begins to “try and top her insults”
Less giggling now, as people begin to feel concerned
In a matter of minutes, there is a full blown shouting match
Shoving and slapping ensues, quieting the onlookers
Merriment dies a natural death; hurt feelings in the morning.
Joining with my girlfriends on the playground,
Up and down in circles, we’d swing a rope.
My friends took turns. The rope swang round and round.
Playing is the school child’s ray of hope
In those recess times that we kids enjoyed so much.
No one got left out. Double ropes meant Double Dutch!
Glad were we taking turns swinging till our time to jump.
Round and round our ropes kept swinging till the school bell rang.
One by one we back into our classes ran.
Picturing those times now with my gal pal gang,
Even now I’d love to be right there once again!
Dec. 10, 2020
for Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Mar 12)' Poetry Contest