Best Child Play Poems
Child Play
‘Where is your Daddy, Daddy?’
‘On the moon, how do he get there?’
‘You say with the ladder, he good, sleep, dream, he play?’
Long pause,……………..serious face,……………decisive silence!!!
‘Sleep good, play is better and ladder,…I want more bricks’.
‘Red Lego please, red no sleep, red play with moon, Daddy’.
3rd July 2017 written for contest 'Thoughts of 3 year olds'
Meant to be couplet. Well, many 3 year old may not be able to initiate rhyme that well. And can they always count to 2? So this is a couplet and it rhymes, to the best of a 3 year old child's ability...
i have all my marbles and some time
they make a racket in my head
to distract you of the ordeal to be sane
as where will be the fun to on earth
I believe the child in us wants to come out to play
in our own special way
where we can be cherished and loved
In such caring way
So let us pray that day comes our way soon
.
To many moons have passed us by
Since our hearts were stuck on high
It seems like we were just getting started
When we found ourselves saying goodbye
As hard as I try to get by
without you, by my side,
I still, keep coming up with why
.
The harder I try to let it fly
The more it just makes me want to cry
I'm not one to pry or ask why
I'm the kind of guy who is going to play it wise
Oh, my Lord to my surprise as I open my eyes
Our day is here neither one of us needs to fear
As long as we keep our love in high gear
As it lights up our love year after year
We should enjoy the ride as it puts our life in stride
There is so much to come
As everything gets into a full glide
When our hearts will no doubt collide
When we come out on the other side
Our life will be filled with so much pride
Then the child inside of us
Will be released to come out to play
In our own special way today, and always I pray
Because soon you will be on your way to stay
So we can play every day in our own way
rain comes down quickly,children would play on side walks,they would make guns out of toys
instead of planes,forgive them because of there youth,a lesson learned at there
residence,i question there caretakers,to find there minds not fill with knowledge,come to
me lost souls,i will build you a little house,you can hide from the pain,i wont see your
names engraved on stones,you will be in my arms watching the rain,no guns will be
made,just little toy planes
As a ...
child I was carefree
played in the mud
football my hero
goals from the foot
teenager I had worries
imagined and real
twisted illusions
hands on the trigger
young man I searched
for a pearl in the shell
submerged in an oyster
cracked abalone dreams
midlife contender I built castles
fortresses and embrasures
aimed for dubious targets
carried quivers and arrows
midlife defender I proceeded
octopus in smudged mind
jellyfish in a broken soul
starfish bereft of shine
comet in waiting I flickered
pondered the milky way
approached reflections
condensed my approach
fading asteroid I wandered
questions unanswered
responses transcended
beginnings of ends
The path took me ...
to a compass with no needle
the chart lost on the way
with a pocketful of marbles
and a hole in my trousers
away into an underworld
a cess pool of promises
an anchor rising above
shredded sails on the mast
to a point of surrender
white flag crusted in salt
the earth as a rainbow
horizon in waves
a tool kit of memories
scraped knees once again
scabby wounds healing
shedding my score sheet
The aging child ...
needs no referee
no penalty zone
no final whistle
no chalk in the dirt
thrives in the mud
balls up or not
shelters a mussel
opens the drawbridge
back to the square root
equating adventures
the circle half finished
I pump up the ball
I moved a few goal posts
changed my position of play
removed strings from my boots
walk the pitch back to the roots
Childish or a bit wiser but carefree at last ...
16th May 2020
give them a chance
let them dance
see what they do
they promise too
talking for all of you
this is there day
hear what they say
THIS IS NOT
CHILD PLAY