Best Childs Poems
when all is a tangle of alphabet
voiceless, unwound and looming
what bits of sky shall we replace
falling into place like forgotten speech
puzzles of the mind
the deepest fragments of blue
cannot be numbered or spoken
they have no number or symbol
but themselves alone
as I am alone approaching
as a stranger approaches
the song too lovely for the dance
and though I as air should speak
passing between your lips
to digest the sun your eyes have given
with the mathematics of stars
I am measureless within you
as time before the heartbeat of clocks
I am a word alone without paper
misspelled
a child's letters on scattered blocks
laid bare and inert
formless as a scribble
Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock,
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray,
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed.
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray,
And that you would show me the way.
Well God I don't understand.
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand,
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son.
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy,
Would be happier with mommy.
Cause daddy talks to her,
And mommy's not even there.
God can you please,
Give my mommy wings,
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean,
And God I know,
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs,
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings,
She could hug me and daddy.
Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen,
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her,
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God,
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen,
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.
I was still on my knees,
Beside my little girls bed,
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss,
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room,
And kissed my wife's picture,
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray,
I said God, We need to talk.
She smiled up at me
The sadness simply faded
Angelic wisdom
Eyes full of love so gentle
Smile, "The worlds best medicine"
If I
were
a fish,
I'd tell
all my
friends,
that worms
come on
hooks
with sharp
pointy
ends.
A child’s paradise
Is a winter wonderland
Gleaming with laughter and snow
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.17.2014
Just for fun.
A child, I remember the door decorated by a fir circle,
Circle that it was, it always was fresh and new.
New as the season, new to accent this place.
Place now the wreath, the circle of green,
Green to remind us of a coming Spring.
Spring, when the snow is swept away by water,
Water which proclaims our baptism in the Lord.
Lord of All, Bethlehem's wreath of promise...brought to us by A Child.
Dear Lord, we gather this day to give thanks for what we’ve got,
For the blessings that you’ve granted us whether realized or not.
For the blessings of family love and our feelings for each other,
Even though I will confess to you that I can’t stand my little brother.
He never does his fair share when there’s work around here to do,
I’ll get back to that situation later and fill the details in for you.
I love you Lord for all the gifts; excuse me if I should gush,
I’m only asking for a bicycle today to avoid the Christmas rush.
I’d like to add a special thanks for giving me a second chance,
For softening up my teacher’s heart, I’m thanking you in advance.
And dear Lord if you don’t mind as long as I have you on the line,
I’m sure that you’ll forgive me Lord because I know that you’re divine.
I’d like to ask for one thing more before I let you of the hook,
Next year before Thanksgiving comes, could you teach my mom to cook?
Because her gravy is too lumpy and the turkey is way too dry,
And the only dessert that we have today is store bought pumpkin pie.
It would be nice if later we didn’t have to hear my grandpa snore,
And keep grandma from drinking wine until she can’t get up from the floor.
And watch over my big sis when she’s out with her boyfriend,
Dad is sure that they’re doing it so why should we pretend?
I guess that’s all I have right now so Lord please be on your way,
And when you’re at the neighbor’s house don’t believe a word they say.
In case you don’t hear from me again if I should disappear without a trace,
I want to say just what a privilege it was to offer up Thanksgiving Grace.
A Childs Eyes
A little boy in underwear,
he's only eight years old.
Hiding there behind the chair
he can't feel the cold.
Hiding from the monster
in the corner on the floor.
Wishing he would go away
and not come here no more.
He's not dreaming mommy's screaming
he begins to beg.
Filled with fears still it's not tears
that's running down his leg.
Hiding there words fill the air
he hears his mommies cries.
Memories of yesterdays
seen through a childs eyes.
Just a little while ago
they're sitting there just eating.
Then the monster came again
to dish out one more beating.
Looking back her eyes both black,
her friends say it's a shame.
If they just knew bad dreams come true
as she calls out his name.
Frozen in the fear he feels
love is all just lies.
Torn apart a broken heart
seen through a childs eyes.
9-1-2015
I am a grown woman
Yet sometimes I don’t feel that way
At times I still feel like that little girl
Who just wants her mum here today
The kindness and reassurance I felt as your child
Compares to none
You showed pure unconditional love
How I miss that now my sweet mum
You held my hand ,stroked my face
Told me it would be ok
You made me feel completely safe and secure
My little girl fears faded away
I miss the feel of your small soft hands
Which held mine so lovingly
That little girl still needs her mum
A yearning that will always be….
Why do people smoke tobacco, is it good for you,
Cowboys have tobacco that they sit and chew,
They look so very grown up, sending smoke into the air.
It does not really smell nice, but they don`t seem to care.
I wonder why they shout at me when I say can I try,
No way! can you smoke, it will make you die.
Grown ups are odd, as they say we are only looking after you.
So WHY do they smoke? IS it good for you?
lips and cheek will meet
a child's tear is wiped away
back to play, with clay
They say years make you wise
Though wisdom is seen through children’s eyes
Life viewed simply with less complication
Friendships formed without evaluation
No judgement on where you come from or what you possess
Face value and whether they like you is the way children assess
No preconceived ideas based on how you live or what you do
Acceptance and equality solely based on how they view….You!
So perhaps we grownups are not so wise
Maybe we should view life through children’s eyes!
Irony bit its lip, as the blood of tears....
Seventeen years of age and but a child still; lost amid the daze; haze?!
Standing in front of the silver glass, this somewhat handsome young lad
Popular, athletic, surrounded by girls whom adored; with razor blade in hand
The perfect night towards days tale, of the telling of two lives....
Longing to be loved yet, destroying it upon its very way; dusk to dawn
And back again; a posters child for the psychologically raped and maimed!?
Jekyll and Hyde only in the sense of the world outside, these broken windows
Wintery gust permeating his red rooms often, place in time; mind....
Traveling down the steepest mountain sides, amid the blackness of starless skies
Beauty, just another slash within the malignant corpse of his walking dead?!
As hearts became casualties strewn with his very own alongst this, foraged path
Facing the daunting beast while as quickly becoming its mangled image; in like....
Peering back into these mirrored eyes afore such crimsons reflections
Always taunting and mocking and gnawing upon every life of which it can!?
Destined in turn for a season passing suicidals asylums; temps revolving doors
But even there the shadows of poisoned lingered to be fed; insatiable their thirst
Bled, in the wake of locomotions spellbound overdrive; this macabre....
Fast forward now as the decades journeyed to impart; mirrors, images, conceptions
Ironies muse; and not so innocent anymore nor helpless, hopeless or naive?!
Instead of a razors slicing edge at hand tis but that of a flaming sword; given
Beyound the valley in the taste of death anointed; into, this fiery fire formed....
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...."A Childs Tears of Clay" ~
A wafting thunder down deep with lost fragments of heart
Ponderous and measuring, abandoned deep in the dark
Nourishment degraded decaying love forever lost
Damaged limb from limb life’s lonely bitter cost
Taken by chase, a dragon’s breath allure
Once innocent and sweet but no longer pure
Absent loyalty unseats, the flame now takes hold
This deadly flash of the tail, presently big and so bold
Knowledge and wisdom now consumed by the beast
A child yearning for freedom and life’s final feast
Overlooked and neglected this youth now confined
Silently lost in the shuffle, a writ left unsigned
August 11, 2020
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
A Childs Voice
A child needs so much from a parent
If only their voices were heard more apparent
Maybe it would go something like this
Mommy & Daddy, there are things I truely miss
Put down your cell phone or laptop for just a bit
Equal time would be nice, request I submit
Read me a book, maybe one or two
Hugs and kisses I have so many for you
Shouldn't I be more important than that tv you view
Sunshine outside good for me and you
I don't ask for much, just more of you time
Love and smiles I will trade you in this rhyme
Poem written by: Debra Falgout
December 8th, 2012