Child Poems | Examples of Child Poetry

My son lies teetering On the edge of the abyss And tears rivulet. God, I beg you, please. End this suffering, I beg, I die as he breathes. I love him, dammit, But if he suffers for me, I'm a poor father. So decide. Heal him Or quiet his pain. Mercy, I beg of you, God. Was not once enough? I yield. Take my dreams,...

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Dead Babies You know where silence is complicity insidious war crimes dance in this vile air Holocaust encore ...

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with less words risen are the river's current melody in minnow's swimming hollow that's able to hallow climax of a cliche film xerophile for desert's scene...

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uncertainty— killer of the mind or maybe just mine you weren't there when I begged to know answers to my silent questions please dont turn me into a fool you cant say goodbye when I still remember your hello ...

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down on the floor hands and feet would lift me ~ i was a plane blew up balloons she made me animals ~ i was dazzled taught me stitches loved skilled embroidery ~ i was craft sown drew paper dolls sketched with clothes to cut out ~ i was prized fun read tales aloud fueled my fantasies ~ i was book hooked spent time with me shared skills and joys with...

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A child kicks a can, and it becomes a church bell for ants underground....

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I accepted being the third wheel But now the fifth? It's like I'm made out of steel I became a myth Still can't believe it's real I can feel everything in my pith I wake up everyday Hoping it won't ever be the same I want to stay At the same time, I want to erase my name Feel like I have to pay Cuz' I...

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Some keep a blanket or an item of sentiment Which holds deeper purpose than what was meant. On the surface you are a soft brown dog With a gentle face and floppy ears. But you are much more to her than a soft toy. You were a friend in her earlier years. To her you were living, listening and real As she...

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Do you remember that day when the blanket wasn’t blue but it was pink, Do you remember that girl playing with toy guns, and getting dirty like the little boys do, Do you remember the little girl not wearing pink or purple like the little girls did, I do, Do you remember that spiraling football, your little girl...

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What is it they say to chase demons away? When scars inside ache, what words can placate? What meaning is found crawling on ground? When you feel you’re nothing to see. When you see what they think of thee! Barriers form and walls are built to shield a heart from the pain in the mind force fed through aged, outside...

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Do not get carried away with a man testifying about you The fleeting and lying world will dump you soon and leave you cold Hard to explain your loyalty when your eyes are closed Folly game they play, holding to unconfessed sins to do Well, a judgment day will end them anyway One thing is for sure, evil has...

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In the early Winter morn, in the Seargent's footsteps, They followed on the burned, barren earth, A place so strange, but so familiar, he looked around, A sign lies, on the naked land, "St. George Vill.", it read, In a frenzy, he wondered at the town that made him, Now buried in its own grave, While his Comrades rested their tired...

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A boy all alone, with Binky in tow In search of that place where the wild things grow No compass in hand to say where to go An innocent child would already know He traveled by day and traveled by night By the sun's red glow and the full moon's light Bravely forged ahead with untrammeled sight The sheer...

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I didn’t choose to be this way. I didn’t make myself this way. I don’t know when it moved in, making me the enemy. Now fighting tooth and nail for the body I once had. Now wishing I saw a different body in the mirror. You can do it, it’s not hard, they say. Just...

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The Funhouse Mirror's Truth The air was sweet with cotton candy, bright and pink, a whirlwind of laughter before I could even think. My little brother's eyes were wide with pure delight, My twin sister's hand was wrapped so very tight. My mother's gentle smile, my father's hand in line, all in a world I could no longer call mine. We...

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