Best Socialchild Poems
There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land
there are no flowers
there are no trees
where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game
where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent
where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave
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Unseen, unheard, unmentioned,
man of the street,
a lone cry,
'Big Issue' but no-one stops to buy.
Cardboard cities come alive each night
while riches sit back watching HD TV.
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Invisble families saying grace,
giving gratitudes over grey crusts of yesterday's bread,
not a dime to spare for a pair of shoes
and Nikes adorn the riches feet
while on their plate a salad of virtue.
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Empty promises from nations before their bombs
and another child grasps the hand of his mother;
the lifeless hand, his only hope in the rubble.
Invisible child destined to be
another unseen man.
Does perfection equal beauty?
I believe not,
For those once youthful flowers that all seemed to rot,
Their dry crumbled petals I almost forgot,
Now dwell in my fragrant potpourri pot,
They are flawed, beautiful.
Perfection equals beauty,
If you think this is so,
Reflect on how the pure white snow,
We hope will make our holiday glow,
Has killed many a seed to grow,
It is flawed, beautiful.
Perfection equals beauty,
If you hold this to be true,
Reminisce about a child that you once knew,
Their innocence corrupted by the world’s ugly view,
That innocent child was once you,
You are flawed, beautiful.
Perfection equals beauty,
If this is all I see,
When I look at myself, I’ll never see me,
Only defects and ugliness, instead of what could be,
My perfectly ugly thoughts, I now set them free,
I am flawed, beautiful.
Her bright brown eyes stared...
They stared into a world of lightness.
It was a world known only to her mind.
A world where dreams came true
But it was only a world of fantasy to the eyes of others,
A world of fun and games, and not reality to the ones with experienced eyes.
But to her eyes, it was the only reality,
The only reality she had ever known.
They called her a baby and a coward,
But if the child had really known the true reality of the experienced eyes,
She may never want to open her eyes,
Or awaken and see what they all saw...a world of darkness.
Who could blame her for being naive and ignorant?
A child who would be traumatized if she saw half the things they saw.
She had seen enough of what she should know.
A child should only know but so much.
Who could say they've seen it all?
Who could say this as a child?
Who could blame her for her innocence?
For who would want to be a child in reality?
A world of burning purpose
A life of freezing rain
Safe within our shadow
And dead within its game
A ghost that buries fortune
A corpse that digs for gold
Between this endless cycle
There’s nothing to behold
A thousand different faces
A faceless child stares
Each a mask I’ve crafted
From everything I’ve heard
The screaming of your nightmares
The whisper of your dreams
Strangers in the distance
I know what crawls beneath
A million different people
A faceless child cries
An infinite collection
Of souls for my disguise
Welcome to survival
This social masquerade
Our stolen features dancing
To the death within this game