Child Poems | Examples of Child Poetry

I mend fence for a living, but I ain’t fixed the one that matters. The wire stretches out like a scar across this land, and most days, my hands don’t feel like mine anymore... callused, cracked, barbed wire bit deep across the knuckles, rosebush caught me reachin where I shouldn’t’ve. Still... none of it hurts like the hollowness in my chest where my little girl...

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Creativity comes and goes. That’s what she believes, she named Cho. Cho happens to be a potato. Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows. When Cho the potato gets creative, She eases in with simple watercolor. Creativity starts to be invasive as her mind races for more, oh brother. Oils, dance, pottery, and art,...

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Truant night wind sails--its moon without song I long for rapt, minstrel's tune. My angst wrapped in cocoon Angel child ... gone in June. ...

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A quiet child, with gaze lost in distant horizons, Whispers numbers that float like stars on the infinite sky of night— The outer world dissolves into an unclear and distant dream, But within him, constellations illuminate like hot blood, close and near. He sings an ancient song, born from the silence of the universe, Brings to light springs hidden in...

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Child of the stars, my voice carries you through the cosmic darkness, We speak of sparkling children, burned by the golden light of ambitions, Childhoods scattered among book pages, too wise, too bright, Stars of the neighborhood, shining like gods among mortals, They make you feel divinity flowing through your veins like a river of light, But tell me, do...

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My hair is wild, as wild as can be. It sticks out in all sorts of places, It goes through many fits and stages, You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes! I have curls to a large degree. They won’t listen to my plea. My hair demands to be free....

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My life’s a movie, roll tape, lights, cameras, action Playing every scene with pain as my main attraction The life I live is more like a devilish transaction Said I quit the drugs, but slowly I’m relapsing Time ain’t on my side, I feel my time elapsing Trapped inside my perception like Nathan in a steel...

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I wish I could put into words the love a mother has for her child. It is a depth that no one else can reach. They are my existence; they are my breath. My children illuminate my soul and give my life purpose. It's like seeing the world for the first time. They are so...

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Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?” Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs. When I told you about...

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There’re wars and rumor of wars There’s war going between Israel and Iran There’s war between Russia and Ukraine There’re those who wish to be dictators and kings There’re riots, violence disturbance Uproars, outburst of uncontrollable conditions Going on in this country and around the world There are families and individuals out of control But everything is going to be all...

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I drifted into a reverie, where space time unraveled into a vivid dream. I was a child again, a butterfly. Reveling in the hallucination and visualization only a child's imagination, can twist, into a whimsy fantasy. In a daydream, on a hot lazy afternoon, there I was, holding hands with Alice, of Wonderland fame. She was sipping 'drink me' slurps to re-size...

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Poem written by my little daughter When I go to the park I climb right up to the top of the slide and slither down quick the other side .. I swing up high and then down low whirling round fast as I can go ... I like to hang from the climbing frame and ride in...

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"Custody Blues in C Minor" (Disaster and Love as a Single Father) One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed, And the echo of her "I’m done with you" Still knocking around in my head. She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full...

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My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him – her pet name for Junior was “June Bug” Junior had a beautiful mom Unlike any other Never knew a heart so calm Ever the amazing mother! Blessed by her light, her sacrifice Unending grace beyond a...

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Eyes glassy to the medication messy are the red on wrists I hate those grey heavy doors They carry only misery lore of the souls lost to hospitals And the final breathes A child make wishes. A youth afraid ceases of breathing would suddenly stop one day, with my autism child therapist now I hope it occurs every-day. Slowly a letter in an envelope With words reduced...

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