Best Childlike Poems
These childlike eyes will make you smile...
Lift your heart up to the sky,if only for a while...
These childlike eyes can steal your pain...
Raise up your dreams and keep you sane...
These childlike eyes have a different view...
The colors are bright and the words remain true...
These childlike eyes do cry at times...
But they disappear on paper with my rhymes...
I am the ultimate fabricated furious me
Hiding my weathered, worn, wonderful sides
Pulling out the slow downs, hoe downs and stops
Dropping myself cleverly into convenience paths
Of newness and wise women truths
I am readily unafraid to reveal my whole self to others
Insane? Of course, I am, in many directions.
But in the ways that matter, I am quintessentially sane.
Normal? What is that? I scoff and throw back my head.
Do not tamper my enthusiasm and exuberance.
I am childlike, not childish. The guidelines I give myself are used often.
I am full of wonder and joy. Don’t let my physical appearance fool you.
The wonder of a childlike kind helps keep the person younger and empowers him with the sensation of excitement that is essential to survive difficult circumstances. In addition to this, it infuses their surroundings with vitality, joy, and enthusiasm on a consistent basis, so serving as a powerful reminder that there is promise and trust.
a childish impress
refresh the atmosphere's vibe~
swell the bliss uptake
Written: July 18, 2022
what do you say when there’s a gulp in your throat
the days float
i memorize the ebbs and flows
the wild turquoise blue
the sparkle that’s you
i become like a child
my voice squeaking out, “mommy…”
I didn’t know as you parent your parents
you become more childlike too…
10/7/2020
Out
of the
mouths
of babes
come words of
logic
and
guileless
innocence.
Simplicity
of thought that
takes us
by
surprise
causing us
to long
for
childlike
faith.
10/16/15
Entered into SKAT's Best October Poem contest
8th place
Faith of a child is great in God’s sight
Since it reveals sincere trust in its purest height
Showcasing genuine reliance to the Sovereign’s might
Devoid of doubt and unbelief along uncertainty-blight.
Child-like faith was exemplified by virtuous Bible characters
Who in their young age could be considered as heroic masters
In subduing evil and vanquishing the bad that perilously deters
While fully depending on the omnipotent Lord for triumphant encounters.
There was David… fighting as a child, full of courage and valor
Crashing the Philistines’ dominance by ending Goliath’s ruthless vigor.
Samuel was just a boy when he responded to the Creator’s call with honor
To serve sincerely as a prophet, proclaiming truth midst good tidings’ clamor.
The Chronicles spoke of King Josiah who at eight years old was Judah’s head
Instructed by God’s wisdom, with faith in his advisors… he led;
Then we can never forget the lad who willingly shared his fish and bread
Which Jesus Christ multiplied to feed the multitudes in their hunger-dread.
Indeed, child-like faith* wins God’s heart
He even said that having such can open heaven, away from hell’s dart.
Now, my dear Son, let your faith in the Lord increase toward service-rampart;
Always seek His favour before victorious quests you start.
*2Timothy 3:15 And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.
November 6, 2018
7th place, "Tell Me A Story 2"
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri; judged on 11/8/2018.
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. Then my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 12 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that I’m a contrite and lowly spirit,
with innate hopes as a child of God that His
eyes will only see a gentle and broken spirit.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to
severe childhood trauma, and as such, it is
necessary to speak to me as if I were a Child!
I confess to praying most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word:
“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to
sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung
around his neck and he were thrown into the sea.” Mark 9:42.
My innocence
Sometimes
Turns me to stone
When in the wanted
Comfort of your crying eyes
I have longed to see your heart
Turn itself inside out
To see it all disjointed
Like a new born
A jigsaw for my trying
I wanted this
Yet in the midsts
Of broken pieces
I struggle
To make the picture perfect
For you
You send me a postcard
I read it well
Take your hand
And make a playful
Gesture
My childlike attendance
Doesn't seem to tender
It is not what you need
It is not want you hoped for
I have let you down
Have I been too warn down?
By tragedy and pain
Has my emotion
Gone so far back on itself
I know longer understand when I am needed...
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to severe
childhood trauma and domestic violence, and as such,
it is necessary to speak to me as if I'm a Child!
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 13 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. And my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that my broken spirit sought fairness and
kindness from everyone who I crossed paths with
but instead I found solitary condemnation.
I confess to pleading most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word!
Children dream of Christmas Day with presents around a tree
Their birthday is a favorite day for the presents it will bring
A life with little problems full of joy to spread around
How soon it quickly fades away as adulthood breaks the ground
Life soon starts to escalate and problems once minuscule
Bring about unhappy times in a world once full of joy
All the hopes and dreams once shared now just fond memories
Wishing that what was back then was still society
Dreams replaced with troubles and fear, a life now not their own
Trained now to assume the worse, as life moves swiftly on
A parent’s heart will ache within for what life has become
Now blame is placed for time erase the damage they think they have done
We all know life is not simple and at times can be plain hard
Moments pass us by each day we feel no use to go on
But instilled in each and every soul is a promise made long ago
That through it all both good and bad God will protect each soul
So if today you face a trial, let’s face it, we all do
Find that inner child inside, you will find out what to do
Sometimes a little childlike faith mixed in our hopes and dreams
Will bring about a blessing and answer, just try it and you will see
MY DEAR CHILDREN
KNOW LOVE HIDDEN
I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish
I can act foolish
But I deserve
To be treated right
I’m proud of myself
For preserving my
My child innocence
I can be naïve
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains
I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits
I can be mature
But who cares...I’m
Happy-go-lucky
We are wearing pajamas today.
We are super heroes, butterflies, unicorns, and mice.
We have slippers with long rat tails.
Mine are gorillas with red light-up eyes.
One or two have tails.
My zebra suit has lost his tail.
Pulled off long ago,
But do not worry. I am wearing matching underwear.
It is pajama day! Pajama day! Pajama Day!
I sing loudly and proudly, showing off my P.J.s
In throes of ecstasy.
The principal comes to a screeching halt when she sees me.
This was supposed to be for kids.
Yes, I know, I tell her.
Kids like me!
She smiles, and I know all is exactly as it should be.
Somewhere along the way we lose our childlikeness. We must always keep in mind that Jesus said, “[Let] the little children come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such are the kingdom of heaven.” This makes me believe that we must inculcate the quality of childlikeness if we are going to be worthy of entering into the kingdom of God. Children pretend but are not pretentious. Children see life as it really is, not as they wish it could be. Children are happy with what they have, not greedy for more. Children know the meaning of unconditional love without being taught.
Lord, to be childlike
to see You as life’s treasure
always seeking grace
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 5, 2022
Submitted to "Like a Child" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Cry over spilled milk
Laugh and dance the next moment
Childlike emotions observed
Like a Child Poetry ‘contest
Jun 28, 2022