Best Orphans Poems
When tomorrow's door is knocked upon.
To make you face that dreaded dawn.
Where can you turn to face the day.
When the love you've known has gone away.
Morning shadows cast new found light.
Leave you drifting like a cut loose kite.
To pick up the pieces all caught up in the wires.
The weary child chasing the wind till he tires.
Give me the potion to help calm my fears.
In life's after math of childhood years.
Now that all the fantasy's have died.
Soaking wet from the tears that you've cried.
We sojourn on till our day comes.
With beating heart's and turned up thumb's.
To breath in all life's air that's left.
To appease the past that's now bereft.
Orphans
One day a poet
took all his poems : complete, in complete, written & unwritten too
put them in his bag and went to her.
He emptied his bag & dispersed all his poems in front of her
and said –
“see, all these poems are your kids
I have given them birth,
after a agonizing labor pain of several years”
“You may not realize all this
as it all happened after you departed
for you, it might be just a dream to forget …”
“You may be thinking that it may be my another effort
to re-connect with you, which is as true as your love?”
“But now, see these little innocent kids
are growing slowly
and they are asking me their father’s name
whose name they should carry & tell others?”
“You very well know that
how the kids without father survive in our society?”
“I can’t see my poems growing as orphans … please own them”
By Santosh Kadam (+968 95213364)
as seeing millions
of orphans at the boundaries
of African lakes,
some foreign wars
and genocides planners
continue to plan about the mass
killings of millions of other parents.
my hands are not getting tired
to write about the killings
of innocent voiceless
African men
and women
in different parts
of African territories.
Yoh!
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy?
Killing silently
at one hand
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad,
Very sad to see the augmentation
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity?
Why continue killing innocent people?
What did they do to you
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh!
So sad
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
singing
" love "
by their mouths
to gain what
they always want...
But their hearts
fill with all sort of Evil.
Whilst she amazes
Seasonal changes can turn
Traumatically ~*~
Some species succumb
Amongst them are Bald Eagles
Her Winter's orphans ~*~
When the oceans
Swallowing some orphans
And
Vomit them
At the boundaries.
Yoh!
Don't laugh
Loud.
Because they can
Still be alive
By the miracles
Of Yahweh God.
Their parents were innoncently killed ,
went to rest in peace with God.
Yoh!
This world ?
Number of orphans encrease rapidly
As many parents continue to be killed
In some parts of this planet earth.
In dells and great glens groups of happy orphan children run and pick bunches of flowers,
They smell them, weave them into posies and garlands, they are blessed by angels in heaven,
And all these children are where they are, because a catastrophe has ruined their sad little lives,
Each kneel by their beds at night and they pray to God for someone to love and take them home,
To have real families and to know love not sorrow, to sleep in peace and not fear tomorrow.
Trees are bright green and the grass is long and warm the children run fast over the glens,
They whip their legs or graze their knees but say nothing, they may be told to sit in the bus,
Little girls making daisy chains under a June sun with their red rosy cheeks and red gingham frocks,
The boys fly past pretending to be airplanes, all have grey shirts, grey trousers and grey socks,
All are happy, but their happiness is never complete, as later it's back to the children's home.
It's picnic time they sit in deep green grass each is given a neat folded brown paper parcel,
There's apples and oranges, some bread and cheese and a few penny sweets in a twisted bag,
Nobody speaks, they hold tight to their parcel as they eat lunch and they must eat all the crusts,
Then the lady in charge reads the register and shouts out names each say 'yes miss' then carry on,
But the very best of all is munching on Black Jacks and the fruit salad chews, what a great day,
The angels watch these sad little people and kneel with them at night saying their prayers,
They kneel by each child in the rows of beds and listen to the tiny sobs and see the tears,
Some speak to Jesus asking for a mum and dad, maybe their best friend could come along too,
And as the sobs quieten and tears dry on small faces the angels smile and hold their hands,
Falling into a deep sleep they dream the dream of dreams a new mum kissing away their pain.
Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans
Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding
Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Since father died none takes charge of farm
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm
Since father died none takes charge of farm
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm
Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans
(My mother's mother was left a widow with five children ages 12 years to 6 months. Mother's
father
was bitten by a rabid dog. The doctor sent for medicine to treat the illness and gave him the
meds. The doctor told him that he needed to rest stay out of the heat but he felt that he had
to
move the saw mill to another location so that they could start work and this was a fatal
mistake.)
WIDOWS AND ORPHANS OF WAR
In all the wars the world has known
There's come the grief of a broken home
A home where love had once been shown
But now a family is all alone
The father and husband gave his life
And left behind his children and wife
To face a life without the one
That brought them joy – happiness – fun
Where did he go ne'er to return?
To fight a war, that we might earn
The freedom to live out of harm's way
In this marvelous land called the USA
But what of the family he left behind
The children, the wife – where will they find
The comfort and love he once gave
While he lies buried in an unmarked grave
It's up to us to fill the role
To carry on for this departed soul
And be sure that we will always care for
The widows and orphans caused by war
Curtis Moorman
21 March 1995
A dozen children
Look at me
With hollow eyes
Seeming envious
They have
No mother
No father
No homes to go to
War took them away
A question bubbles up
Inside me
Why do I have mother
Standing next to me
But not them?
Innocently shocked, they surveyed their new abode
midst warm welcome of strangers introducing themselves
sweetly assuring, “We are your family --- starting today.”
Such captivating look would soon grip my heart
when they candidly confronted me with this question I found it hard to explain
to kids, aged six and four… “Why are you now our Mommy?
With truth I prayed to impart, my soul reached out to them
cognizant of their status as siblings among our orphanage residents...
I let them feel my care, and that of my fellow staff along our reverberating: “We love you; yet God loves you so much to bring you here.”
Their understanding vis-à-vis home verities has been enlightened
through bits of life realities along Scriptural precepts:
their exposure to joyous relationships as well as delight for togetherness
bonded with the Lord’s compassion beyond blood and gene’s kinship…
Such enabled them not to be ignorant about family* essence.
*Psalm 68:6 God setteth the solitary in families…
October 2, 2020
3rd place, "The Unexplained" Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 10/2/2020.
Where are our parents?
Where is the womb of our flesh?
Where are the graves to testify
We had parents?
Why do lamentations salute us?
The sentiment of this world is confusing.
Having food is like hell,
What more about buying a slipper!
Day and night,
The dumpsites are our shopping centers,
As wrecks are our best suits.
After covering miles,
Some bath us with dishes water,
As others cherish us with sour food.
Why only the orphans?
Why agony and solitude defined us?
We prayed all night,
When shall our prayers
Be the building block of life?
Why our faces are the mother's deal of sorrow?
When shall joy welcome us?
O, God! Wipe the affliction off our faces.
Drought Orphans
Homeless clouds,
Orphans of drought,
Tattered
Wispy shreds of
Misty tapestries -
Infertile,
Rain spent
Vagabonds -
Solstice
Silent sighs,
Dry foundlings
Drifting aimlessly -
Stray itinerant waif
Clouds
Float on tuneless airs
12-8-22
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uranus in aries
moon in aquarius
her hand s in mine
two large quincux
between celestial bodies
mercury and jupiter conjunct
in virgo yod configuration
we are waiting for our
karmic missions new
inner level of awareness
astounding layers of ignorance
we are blissful orphans
Oh Jesus,oh Jesus,high in the sky,
Please won't you let this heart of mine die.
I get sad at all the things that I see,
When no other children play their games with me.
You let this happen when I was just three,
Now that I'm older, it's harder for me.
My legs are all burnt,my face is a mess,
I wouldn't feel pretty, even in a new dress.
So why did you let this happen to me?
What had I done at the tender age of three?
You have taken my mommy,my daddy as well
On that cold winter night,I remember so well.
So if you are listening,please grant me my wish.
To come up to heaven,
So I have mommy and daddy to kiss.
orphans’ endorphins stop
when we opt to adopt
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H/T to Gershon Wolf’s Orphans