Best Kiddo Poems
Where Are The Words …
I Am Looking For Words …
… That Will Give Meaning
To Meeting You, This Evening
And What Can I Say ? …
What I Long To Say …
Instead of, Good To See You Friend
And Oh, How Have You Been ?
… Such Polite Conversation
Is Safe Presentation
Nothing More … So Much Less
I Need Hunger- Honestness
Packed With A Passion
Full-Out Conflagration
Instead of A Shy, Dulcet Tone
I Wanna Torch-Talk You, To The Bone !
Use Words, To Sear You To Your Soul
Singe, Deep Inside Your Soul
Soft and Husky In Confessions
Words, That Demand Actions
Emotive, Elusive, Essential
Elocution of The Quintessential
Romanticism Expressed …
The Pleasure Of Your Face, Eagerness
In Bold Explorations, Evolved
From Virgin-Feelings of First Love
That Make It Seem … Like Last Night
Invoking Future Visions, So Bright !
Oh, Where Are The Words ? …
I Am At A Loss For Words …
So Many Things, I Want To Let You Know …
Instead of Just Saying … ‘ Hello ’…
For: Ismael Nieves
Who Has Such A Passionate Style To His Poems
(and Also, The Little Joke of Big Words Between Us …
Hope You Enjoy This One Kiddo - Smile)
Categories:
kiddo, introspection, life, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Light Verse
I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Laying there till I become petrified
No one coming to pick me up
They see me as the low of the low
Laying there till I become petrified
Of no value to anyone else
They see me as the low of the low
I lay here alone in the tall grass
Of no value to anyone else
Is this all there is to my existance
I lay here alone in the tall grass
It is time for me to rise to my feet
Is this all there is to my existence
This is not the life of which I dreamed
It is time for me to rise to my feet
Passion for living energizes my life
This is not the life of which I dreamed
No one coming to pick me up
It's time for me to rise to my feet
I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Dedicated to Colleen Bono, she always jokes
that I can write about a Turd in the grass
and make it sound good. This one is for you Kiddo
Categories:
kiddo, emotions,
Form:
Pantoum
Writing my first Sonnet was like a pregnancy.
I knew I wanted to give birth to one
and took on the parental responsibility
knowing it wouldn't... or shouldn't take nine months.
There'd been no morning sickness nausea
but there were times when I wanted to change my mind.
"Too bad, kiddo," I thought. "You gotta see this through.
because you can't put Humpty Dumpty back inside his egg
once the shell has cracked and broken."
Determined not to have yet another unfinished poem
take up space in a notebook, I persevered
spoiling myself with ice cream, chocolate fudge slivers,
a few cherries, and a liberal squirt of caramel sauce.
I indulged myself with a reward after the first verse.
I've never liked dill pickles, so when I couldn't find
the right rhyming word for verse two, I didn't eat those.
Pregnancy or not, I wasn't going to suffer puckered lips
because my muse refused to be pregnant with me.
She'd have made a useless midwife anyway.
Said she'd be back when she got a birth announcement.
I suffered alone and pushed this baby out
with the same force a laborious woman uses to birth a child.
No epidural in the spine, although I did partake
in a bottle of wine during the entire nascence process.
"LOOK," I screamed. "After fourteen hours of labor
it's an eight-pound boy."
Actually, it was more like eight hours of labor
to deliver a fourteen-line Sonnet, and lots of anxiety.
I took comfort knowing this baby wouldn't need breast feeding.
Now that it's here, it will be reread a time or ten...
a line edited here or a tweak somewhere.
It will be mollycoddled, burped, and pampered
but not with the naked butt baby kind.
I'll sing it to sleep when I'm the one needing a lullaby,
and I'll be glad it doesn't cry for a two am bottle.
I won't worry about it getting sick or growing up too quickly
because ten years from now it'll still be my baby.
Birthing a child is difficult work but we both survived the labor.
and my firstborn is not crumpled in a basket, lying on the floor.
Categories:
kiddo, birth, humorous, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.
From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.
The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable
The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable
(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo
Mistress MoonBee
Categories:
kiddo, adventure, allegory, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Ode
"Daddy, when are we going to the woods to find a Christmas tree? You promised I could help pick the most prettiest one."
"Yes, my darling, Ellie. I didn't forget."
"Can we go now, Daddy? Can we, P L E A S E?"
"Hmmmm. We'd better see if Mommy is ok with us going without her and your new baby brother. It'll be too cold in the forest for them. Go and ask her if that's ok."
"Ok, Daddy, but don't leave without me. Promise?"
"I promise to stay right here until you get back. You sure make a lot of demands for a six-year-old, kiddo. Now scoot!"
"MOMMY! MOMMY! Can me and Daddy cut down our Christmas tree?"
"Ellie, I said 'go' and ask her, not scream it down the hall."
"I'm sorry Daddy. She didn't answer me, so maybe she and Davey are sleeping, soooooo... can we go now?"
"Yes, little Miss Impatient. Put on your coat and boots while I write a note to let Mommy know where we are."
"K. Can we get a big tree? One way bigger than you? I think last year's tree was too short. Not much bigger than me!"
"Hmmmm, we'll decide that when we get there. If we get one much bigger, we'll need more ornaments to make it look pretty."
"Oh, Daddy. We're gonna need more of lots of stuff. I know how to make popcorn, but can you and Mommy help me, cuz I don't know how to put it on strings? And I think we're gonna need more tinsel cuz that makes it looks all shiny. And...."
"Whoa there, kiddo. One thing at a time. We have to find a tree first. Next year the four of us will go on a hunt for the perfect tree. Does that sound like fun?"
"Yeah, but will Davey know how to walk and talk by then?" He's awful little."
"If he's anything like you, he'll be talking plenty. Your baby brother will need your help with lots of things, but before you know it, he'll be running in the snow with you."
"I can teach him how to run, but he's gotta learn how to walk first. Now, let's stop talking and get in the truck so we can show Mommy how good we are at picking out the perfect tree. Come on, Daddy. Let's go!"
Categories:
kiddo, child, christmas, tree,
Form:
Free verse
It's a new month
November 1st
My sister's birthday
Ofejiro Joy Obaroyeregbe
To be specific
A new era, another level.
She's so amiable
Amicable communicator
She does for me what no one does
Very determined and courageous
She's absolutely gorgeous.
I'm wishing you longevity
I pray God bless you
Beyond the imagination of humans
From my heart to you
A masterpiece I writ
In regards of your special day
Happy womb escape day kiddo.
Categories:
kiddo, birthday, blessing, celebration, growth,
Form:
Epic
Is it I or is it me?
I’m a little confused you see!
I can be part of us, or they,
Or we, who’s to say?
I can be referred to as one,
Not much fun!
What about thee?
Is that still me?
Then again, thou,
Not right somehow.
Some refer to I as dude,
That’s just crude
Or even mate,
Not great.
If you’re a girl then it’s gal,
For a boy it’s pal.
In certain cases, Miss or Mister,
That could just be sinister!
Some say, ‘hey you,’
Luckily only a few.
For some it’s ‘what’s a name’?
Such a shame.
Some terms are not so nice,
Might come at a price!
Some say darling or love,
Heaven’s above.
Worse still chuck,
That’s bad luck.
I’ve even heard blue or slim,
Blimey that’s grim.
If it’s kiddo,
Then you’ve yet to grow.
Some say he or she,
That’s obviously not me.
I it has to be,
Then for sure I know it’s me.
Categories:
kiddo, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Words are far from true.
They disguise.
Wise stain eyes until real is all you need, free from salty cries.
This language spoken, only speed bumps the weak for weeks.
Years multiply by division of fear postulating theorems we could never speak.
WE, the freaks, magical, lucid and fragile.
Agile.
And they say, "Yeah kid, ya' really figured it all out this time, haven't ya'?
Peddling your flocking art through highway streets intergalactic! Tough **** eh...
Pandering, shove it in, push it down, sandpaper hard. Oh yeah, yeah, yes kiddo of the hour, stacked and flaccid at the same god damned time. Look at your rhyme big guy, talk of the town, pull my finger, wear the crown, funky clown!"
I say:
"WHO IS THEM ANYWAY ANY DAY? Wear your prose go man, even if it dampens their day. WHO IS THEM? WHO IS THEY? Keep on that art, words down, write 'em if ya' gottem', and when they don't understand, comprehend, two middle fingers, watch 'em fly sky high, watch 'em pretend, see 'em bend...get yir' gleam, enjoy that grin. Let them do them man, you do you! Art is pure, Art is true, Art is YOU!"
One more tid-bit of truth...
If skimming through someone's poetry is yir' game,
ta' get plays,
cop-a-feel
steal love for your reel...
I say:
"Peace out! Keep the grease out!
Shift gears, peel.
Do something real, or...disappear... like David Copperfield."
Categories:
kiddo, art, baptism, beautiful, journey,
Form:
Carpe Diem
I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !
They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?
… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :
Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow! Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
- to Bow-Wow
and it’s Alright Now
Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…
Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”
… Bow-Wow!
Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow! Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
to Bow-Wow
and it’s Alright Now
Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”
… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love to Hear ! …
Bow-Wow! Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow! Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow! This is My Growler
Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !
Bow-Wow… Wuff Wuff Wuff
Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
Hope You Enjoy It….
MoonBee
Categories:
kiddo, allegory, angst, animals, funny,
Form:
Narrative
In a full swing car, On an empty road,
Where I used to walk down the lane few years before..
Those premises Reminded me my college days..with full on live concert on red fm(Radio_music),
Playing my favourite sequences one by one,
Those musical beats resonating guitar string with 120 km/hr car's speed,
Am I gone insane, Yes I am!!
Feels like..
Life please bring back my bachelorette guys :( , crazy bug :)
Friendship is such a sweet thing, Will go mad if its not there,
Life has gone so bitter without you people!!Miss you guys!!
Life has given me so much but,
No money can give my past days back,
No time can give those instances back,
Those friends, Those moments ,
Every fragments in Engineering day's has been shattered keeping memories forever :(
Off course turning into new point by god grace my little kiddo..my love !!This is what we call as Life!!
Getting emotional..lolz..
Categories:
kiddo, beautiful, blessing, crazy, desire,
Form:
Ballade
Opps! must be dead,
looks like the pearly gates,
Rough guy levitates towards me,
think I know his face,
St Peter, I need some help
trying to get into this place,
I’ll let you enter kiddo,
but my identity you mistake,
I’m Lemmy from Motorhead,
and these are rocknroll gates.
What! where the hell am I,
bet my drink got laced,
Musical heaven my friend,
come on let’s get spaced,
Sure thing, have you got
any weed, also love a pint,
Hey that’s my middle name,
I’ve just rolled a hardcore joint,
Guess who’s on tonight,
Jimi Hendrix tops the bill,
His new girlfriends, a foxy lady,
he’s even covering my overkill,
Hows Bon Scott, haven’t
heard from him in a while,
Drinking vodka in the bar,
hitting highway to hell in style,
I’d love to see Cobane,
that guy could really write a song,
Yeah still in rehab, his will is good,
be out before too long,
This is some kickass place,
when was it conjured up,
Jagger came up with the idea,
wanted his own club,
No way! he’s definitely alive,
I seen the stones last year,
afraid overdosed on brown sugar,
Devil had sympathy, let him reappear,
Wow this black cannabis stuff,
is really kicking in,
Can we go see a show,
but please not that infernal din,
Oh ignore him, Conway Twitty,
turning this place into a zoo,
Just hangs around the gates,
heaven banned him too,
Mercury, Bowie, George michael
did they make the cut,
I’ll let you in on a secret
we don’t see them very much,
Well Freddie didn’t settle,
said he wanted to break free,
Ziggy’s here ok, all time low,
after splitting from gene genie
And for George, lost his faith,
normally stays around the loo,
Watch out for Jim Morrison,
lighting fires, gets roadhouse blues
Wow I’m wasted Lemmy,
how come your not allowed on stage,
What! oh the straight jacket,
don’t get me into a rage,
That nasty war stuff I collected,
got me sent to hell,
My noisy music drove satan crazy,
left me here for a spell,
Well nice meeting you Lemmy,
I’m off to see the show,
God was never on your side,
better off down below.
By
David Kavanagh.
Categories:
kiddo, celebrity, death, drink, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified
They cried, they blamed and they lazed,
Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage
They pass by a very dignified teen-age.
Out from the custody of cynosure
Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty,
Few were classed and few remained united
The formers became edified and rests were unidentified.
A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha
The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous –
A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed
At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time.
Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized
Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified,
Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary
The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely.
Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications
Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully,
Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth
They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life.
Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage
Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight.
Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity
Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy.
Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life
One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life.
They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization
Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration.
Dated: 18/01/2010
Categories:
kiddo, friendshiptime, together,
Form:
Narrative
Linda Marie … You Are Good For The Soup
Your Words, How Wisely They Troup
Across The Written Page, We Read
Knowing Each Word, is Heartfelt, Indeed
So Original The Thoughts, from Your Head
They’re Tasty, like Jam On Light Buttered-Bread
So Sincere, We Cannot Help, But Hear
I Am Glad, That You Alighted, Right Here
You’ve Got A Breath Of Mountain-Mist About You
And Your Unique, Technique, Talks So True
All In All, Linda Marie, You Have A Loving Soul
And It Shows, In Your Discerning Words of Gold
Your Poems, Share Sweetness and Grace
Your Voice, Has Definitely Found A Place
At The Table Here, Keep Serving Soup
A Warm Dish and Wishes, Added To The Group
For: Linda Marie, Tho’ You’re Still Sorta New Kiddo
Welcome To The Block-Busters (Mental-Blocks, That Is) - smile …
(I Really Do Enjoy Your Writes)
Your Poet-Sis,
MoonBee
Categories:
kiddo, dedication, friendship, introspection, life,
Form:
Light Verse
WEEPY
Most healthy,active baby in the ward,
No sign of illness from any angle,
Was a charm in the kiddo squad,
Mom's pride of bubbliness in her triangle.
Injection led him to unconsciousness,
Operation theatre became his last place
Forever, vanished all his cheerfulness,
All shocked in grief,unexpected case.
In ICU he was still,baby baby I scream,
Where did I go wrong,you leave,
Tears flood into a stream,
No!No! I console myself ,not to believe.
Treasured are two years with my chubby,
Missing you,depression seeps to moisten my face,
Open arms to hug you are empty,
My cherub,in heaven to you I 'll embrace.
Rhyme scheme-AB AB (Quatrain)
Contest-Weepy.
Sponsor-Laura Loo
Date-22 may 2016
Categories:
kiddo, baby, childhood, children, cute
Form:
Quatrain
Even though the world outside shines bright,
inside me, there is still night.
those melancholy thoughts are like long fights,
but this is not only my plight
is this even right?
under that strengthening light.
The sudden outbursts of Cries,
and you left out your sighs.
it feels like life just defies,
as your unable to look in your own eyes.
Remember The Falling of your head,
for getting sleep on the bed.
but you stay awake instead,
which guilt do you plead.
and who do you try to defend,
or I might have misread.
dropping down of tears,
When you try to compare .
your life with others spares,
does it scare?
The burden of the hard rock you bear,
on your chest and your unaware.
about the despair,
Is this your biggest fear?
It's just a small phase of life.
Although it might seem like walking on a knife,
but there is still the glimpse of happiness that alive.
there is no need to disguise,
No matter how much tragic the event is the sun still arise.
this is a long marathon to run,
So kiddo let's have a little break and some fun.
let go of the sorrow once ,
so that the flow of the time can begin.
your inner self might take some time to heal,
but I promise it could be good to feel .
don't keep your emotions concealed,
share them with someone who might be your family friends, doctor, or a person whom you believe.
so today let's make out to deal,
this day onward we would never put ourselves under any ordeal.
as it's true that life is a gift,
and God has its plan even in the hardest rift.
the moments flow with the swift,
so always put the happy memories uplift.
Categories:
kiddo, anxiety, depression, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme