Best Childhoodchildren Poems
Suffer the little children that hide their pain
For these innocent victims, who’s to blame?
Although many a tragedy happen at home
Society, itself, inflicts harsh pains of its own
Danger and violence are a part of everyday
And, the children know it shouldn’t be that way
The remain fearful in living with all they endure
Safety and security, they never know for sure
Clinging to anything showing an open arm
They barely survive using sheer wit and charm
Restitutional change is imperative somehow
Our children need salvation, and they need it now
Accepting responsibility is where all must begin
To partake in the marking of suffering’s end.
There’s a tale that I must tell
Of a heart that I knew quite well.
This heart dwelled within her chest
And had given its very best.
Love and compassion had filled this heart
But it was taken advantage of from the start.
This love and compassion was given
Freely to children in pain
But to the adoption agencies
It was just a game.
“ sell the child to the highest bidder”
You work for us - we have no quitters !
Take them for all the money that you can
This is part of the company plan.
And promise them what you must
For in us they put their trust.
If they want a particular type of child
Then they will have to wait a while.
We can give them what they want
If the price is right.
But it will not be overnight.
If they just want a child , and there
Is no preference to how it must be.
We will fill the contract gladly.
We have black children, white children
Oriental too.
We’ll do what we must - to satisfy you.
Now her heart was overflowing
And she knew where she was going.
She went to the D C S where her
case she would rest.
The Department of Children s Services was
Already building a case, because
Of so many civilian complaints.
Now with the case pending
Where to place them, the judge was rendering.
“ I will take them if I can, for I have more
Than enough land.
I have a ranch with more than enough rooms
Give them to me it’s not too soon.
Do a background check, which I know you must
For in the system I put my trust.
One month later, they was living under their roof
For the courts had gotten the proof.
She raised the children like her own
And to the courts it was shown.
Now she can share her heart, and the children
Can have a brand new start.
LOVE AND COMPASSION RULE !
If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.
I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.
Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.
Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.
These abandoned children , create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray.
Children;
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.
No one wins in custody battles,
The children get shuffled back and forth
like cattle,
It's bad enough their family life has come
to a halt,
They have to keep reliving the horrors,
thinking it's their fault,
The feelings of wounds being aggravated by salt,
The partnership of parents may end,
but the children don't have to lose
their stable lives and friends,
All that will happen is they will become
transient people, who shun attachment,
not knowing whether to believe in God or the devil,
It's never a win-win situation when children have to choose,
in the long run everyone looses.....,
They internalize all the hate,
and begin viewing the world as evil........
Some parents just let their children run riot
Then blame it on E numbers in their diet
I myself think that times have now changed
The children nowadays are somewhat deranged
Children are screaming for no apparent reason
When they are off school it’s the screaming season
Children can play parents one against the other
If the dad won’t let them they’ll go ask the mother
The children rule ok and the parents are immune
Someone ought to tell them how to deal with them soon
Children only act as their parents allow them to
Some of these children belong in a secure zoo
Most are lacking manners and don’t know right from wrong
Our future generations just don’t seem to belong
There are no deterrents they just do as they please
Someone should tell them all about the birds and bees
My children were no angels and they sometimes did things wrong
But once I had got wind of it they didn’t do it for long
Respect is what is needed and that has gone away
This isn’t how it was back in my day
My parents were strict and times back then were hard
I was brought up and respected them without a credit card
My mum and dad helped me so much to try and get along
There were always there for me and taught me right from wrong
Green, gargantuan park
Scattered everywhere the tiny tots
PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL GIFTS
OF THE HEART
With their funny antics, woolly babbling, scuff-lings
And in ecstatic bliss they play together
forming one large circle
Where prevails no differentiation
Of colour, caste, class, religion
The tiny tots are the
PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL GIFTS
OF THE HEART
Who fear neither fire nor water
Pain or pleasure
Bondage or separation
Everything appears alike
To the mystic playgroups
Who enhances beauty to the park
And makes it like a praiseworthy piano
Adorable and adored
Loved by one and all
For their foolish wisdom
And snow white pristine innocence
PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL
GIFTS
OF THE HEART
In multifarious garbs
Some can jump, run, walk
Scribble, read, write
Colour, sketch, dance, sing
Play with barbies, balls, cars
Can lap chocolates,cakes ice-creams
BUT...................................................
Many PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL GIFTS
OF THE HEART
Dared not even open their eyes, ears, mouths
Are fettered with myriad manacles
Their petulant childhoods are dismembered
Can't they too wish, aspire, dream?
Like the no blesse oblige?
Why do humans itself deprive the joys?
OF THE
PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL
GIFTS OF THE HEART?
Make them work in hotels and factories
LET THE PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL GIFTS
OF THE HEART
Realise their golden reign
Of care, concern, love, benevolence
They do deserve like the other children
LIVE AND LET LIVE
And merry the world around
With gay children
in multitudes.
Note: I believe that THE PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL GIFTS OF THE HEART ARE CHILDREN
GOD'S GREATEST GIFT.Many couples are childless today. So children are our joys and
happiness. Children of today are our youth and future tomorrow. But there are teeming
children whose childhood are nipped in the bud and are engaged in child labour. Let's not
make children work and better the world !
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
Enjoy your children while they are still small
for when kids grow up, they tend to get tall
and will no longer be able to snuggle up on your lap
or won't need to be rocked for an afternoon nap
They won't want you to read them a story time book
No more counting the toes on their cute, chubby foot
or watching them pretend, engrossed in dress-up play
be it a cowboy or bride, their imagination on display
NOW is the time to cradle them in your arms
and to savor and cherish all their baby charms
To play games of Patty-Cake and Peek-a-boo
while their entire world still revolves around you
True, there will be days when you long for some down time
You'll feel tired and frazzled, but please keep in mind
your small ones will grow up, oh, so very, very fast
Before you know it, their childhood will be a thing of the past
Yes, you'll thank the Lord they grew up healthy and tall
But you'll sometimes wish they were still rather small
Take my advice and enjoy them now, while you can
for your children will never be children again
Two children walking down the street.
Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be.
Looking through the garbage for something to eat.
They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away
This treat would make their day.
They broke it in half , and together they ate
But they had to hurry for it was getting late.
Sooner older kids would be around and they
Knew that they would have to scramble and fight
For every morsel and every bite.
They hurried through the garbage
to see what else they could find.
Then they would have to run and hide.
The older kids would always bully the young
For on the streets this is how it is done.
They found a cup which still had soda and ice
And a small bags of fries
and with that they could get by.
They ran to an abandoned building where they slept
This is where they sat and wept
On a dirty torn mattress, and rags to use as a pillow.
And the sounds of rats in the rafters.
They huddled next to each other, and they began to pray.
This is what their mother showed them before she passed away.
They didn’t have any relatives that they knew of
But they prayed to the one above
For his guidance and his love.
Oh GOD ! We are your children, why do we suffer so?
My sister and I have done nothing wrong.
This is not where we belong.
Mom told us that you watch over all your children
And all we see is poverty and misery.
The older children know how to survive
But we are younger, and we’ll continue to try.
I saw a church just the other day
Which isn’t too far away.
Children playing and having fun
In the sprinklers and away from the sun.
Why can’t we be there?
Maybe some of the toys with us they could share.
This is my prayer for my sister and I
On these streets we do not want to die.
Their prayer had been answered on the same day
When a preacher who had been passing by that way.
He took them in and Fed them, cleansed them
and gave them clothes to wear
And with the other children some toys to share
The brother and sister went to the church
And got down on their knees , and thanked
Their mother who had given them hope
When there was none to be found.
And for telling them that GOD is always near
And listens to every word and every prayer.
HOPE IS THE KEY IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
Kids Stuff
Children will believe anything
In talking animals
And moons made of cheese
Fairy castles
With shinning knights
And magic doors
Secret gardens
Dwarfs and Trolls
Evil kings and Evil Queens
Snow White dreams
Arabian Princesses
Warlocks and Witches
Yes children will believe in anything
Mermaids and cities beneath the sea
Great monsters
Unicorns and Dragons
Kids are so easily lied to
And led astray
The advertising of the latest craze
The fried slop burger meal
That taste so great
The necessity of cardboard box crunchy
Mass produced
Plastic child
Of Pokemon desirability
Yup kids will believe in anything
The mulching gargling abuse of an industry
Little consumer-ites
Hooked on the sweet and salty
The cartoon world
Of their resale-ability
Video games of make up
Fashion they need to be
In the general acceptance
Of peer pressure conformity
Children will believe anything
In plastic knives
And rubber weapons
In invincible soldiers
And righteous wars
The marketable idioms
Sell them violence
Convince them they have already grown
Play their games
On the fad gadget mobile phone
Little innocent targets
To blackmail parents with
Into parting with their hard earned cash
Give in
Stop the tantrums and the tears
Happy little children
See how we feed them
See what we teach them
About adults
Yup! Kids will believe anything
In star reaching swings
And daisy chains
In the realistic rattle of toy machine guns
In the great and grand promise of heaven
In a designer label
In the miniature worlds of Lilliputians
In what ever is fed to their imagination
With the chocolate goo flavored ketchup sauce
Of this crude ever pleasing entertain me culture
Yup! Children will believe anything
Amazing
What we teach them about adults
i can't stop a child from crying
although it breaks my heart in two
children will cry
over a broken toy
over a wrong done to them
i can try for a moment to distract them
until tears well up again
and, like a gushing waterfall,
streak towards earth in blinding speed-
our children are our world
each beating heart
holding unfathomable potential to make changes
on and in our earth
our children are our future
each tiny hand
capable of holding firm the reins of the future
while straddling the past and present into
something that is important and real-
our children
lovely and innocent
are born to us
helpless and dependent
only wanting our
truest love and
tenderness.
They're up in the tree again
Making the boughs bounce and swing,
Those daredevil children outside
Who aren't afraid of a thing.
They shout and squeal with glee
Enjoying what's left of the day.
It's wonderful to see them outside,
The way children used to play.
They remind me of my childhood,
Climbing trees and having fun.
Playing with friends, making up games,
Until the day is done.
They bring a smile to my face.
Joy is contagious I think.
I hope they have many more days like this
Because childhood is gone in a blink.
In the beginning.......,
before the children went off to school,
They played companions to their parents,
going everywhere with them,
Sharing their thoughts and feelings,
They were young innocent spirits,
Then, they matriculated among their peers,
and the children who used to be so dear
turn into shells of their former selves,
Loud and boisterous, or,
withdrawn and secretive,
timid to emote about the lives
they live,
The general population can rob
the young ones of their youth,
teaching them words that are uncouth,
exposing them to all sorts of drugs,
Nothing keeps them calm or soothed,
Somehow, they always are in a lousy mood,
The medicinal value of parents' hugs
get watered down,
because they would rather "hang" in the company
that makes them act like clowns.......
I’d like to recall them
The songs I sung for them
When my three children were small.
I made up the lyrics
Sometimes in hysterics
We’d laugh at the fun of it all.
They’d cuddle in bed then
After prayers and the Amen
Their daddy would come down the hall.
We’d give hugs and kisses
To our son and young misses
When our three children were small.
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