Beautiful Child Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Child poems are examples of Child poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Child Beautiful poems written by international poets.
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A child is a
gift from God
They foster love,
compassion and empathy
Bring more joy
than can be put into words
Teach how not
to be selfish
How to think
of others first
Are a precious
beautiful miracle
Elevate your mood
to highest heights
Are a Blessing
that provides you
With wealth that
is incalculable
There's no way
to put a value
On what they give you
Take my name!
It’s twisted connotations left me long ago.
Take my clothes!
They move on my body like tides of the moon
hanging in hollow spots filled by promises forgotten long ago.
Take my money!
The dirtiest thing man has ever invented! Paper bills touched by power and sickness all at once.
Take my time!
Filthy hours strung together like christmas lights held by wires of illusion and illumination.
Take my freedom!
Thorny vines break the skin with tendrils of relief and quiet thorns that tell me my mom really did love me.
Just dont take my high.
Our Effervescence
A
child
with eyes
of summer
sky, and hair of
a strawberry blond,
a tiny, vibrant sunbeam on the bed,
a quiet, bubbling joy that fills the whole room,
our hearts are full as we watch you simply exist,
a beautiful and perfect form of such pure delight.
Cosy lights and small toy cars.
Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars.
Creating people and places and crimes.
Creating heros and villains with no pennies or dimes.
Finding beauty that you cannot find the words to describe.
Sunlight through tree shadow cut by a bird taking flight.
Mist like magic under the dawn of a new day.
Fields of miles to explore and conquer in the innocence of play.
Dreams that weren’t broken by the reality of life.
Eyes wide with wonder in soft faces of warm light.
Laughter and joy chasing the sun.
The days when we could dream of being anything or anyone.
It seems so long since I've seen his face,
This is no longer a home, it's just a place.
If you could catch it, share it,
This one's inner light, it might light the sky
On Earth's darkest of nights.
It might save all of us,
I believe this will happen,
And lighten and brighten,
God's beautiful canvas.
It may be a beacon to guide us to something,
The us that are walking head down into nothing.
I dream of people all gathered around him,
But for now he is he ,
Fighting all of earths demons.
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Blue-eyed baby.
Eyes as blue as the ocean.
Hair as blonde as the sand at the shore.
Blue-eyed baby, how you’ve changed my world.
Blue-eyed boy, how you’ve grown.
How I love you more than all the shells in the sea.
Shine, my beautiful blue-eyed boy, may you brighten the day of everyone you meet as you have brightened my whole world.
My blue-eyed boy.
Wandering in the corridors of my heart
Somewhere in a mystical part
I came across a curious door
But It felt like the life's core
It was decorated with joyful lights
Which had brighten my dark sight
On opening the door, the new world emerge
I entered it as my heart urge
After entering I felt untroubled
Suddenly my happiness is doubled
It has a world where everyone cheers
As if in the world there is no fear
Everyone lives the life without thinking
The time passed as fast as I was blinking
The world was full of curiosity
No one has any animosity
Here comes the beautiful and crucial memory
Which is actually a priceless treasury
Moments shared with our childhood friends
Even in a complicated trouble , the fun never ends
They were partners in our crimes
Those friends are like our hearts's rhymes
They were our life's shadows
Whose effect follows us to every meadows
Those days are unforgettable
And the memories are truly incridible
The door was of our recollection
The childhood memories are really a priceless affection !!!
Crown of gold curls in rainbow wrappers.
Girly-girl, at two, favored to be beautiful.
Eyelids delight to be painted baby-girl green.
Dolly’s lascivious lashes soaked in black ink.
Innocent strawberries dot baby-blue sleeveless top.
Soon, she’ll be strapless, primping at the vanity.
For now, she holds a mirror with her eyes closed;
her reflection not quite perfected; a natural blush
of lips, cherub-cheeks and baby-fat skin. Shedding
the green, pink, yellow rollers with angel hair bouncing
off her shoulders, and rolling out the hourglass figure
with a perfect pout and hips that shout ‘look at me.’
Indeed, at two years old, she looks in the mirror,
smiles, as her mother approves, and daddy sits
in his easy chair, not knowing to be bothered by
the impending storm of unsuitable guys at the door.
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 price
Glory to God for love so nice!
I levitated from the lions den
I rose to the sky with a golden crown
covered in emeralds and diamonds on my head
Now it's time to take back what's mine ! I said with fury
Another beautiful day! everything that could've killed me
I overcame, I am proud to still be standing
Grateful for every second and hour of my 24
because in a tale as old as time there was an eight year old girl
who fought depression, bullying and Life itself
that was as bright as Star, with the might! of a demigod
written in legend, she was the prophecy of the doom of once was called order.
She was a rude awakening to mankind, she had an eye of a tiger.
Sweet Child O Mine
You're beautiful like the blue sky.
Our first date was wild I have to say.
With so many memories.
We can write our own story.
You bring the best out of me.
If I was wrong, I wanted to say sorry.
Can’t live without you.
We always have tomorrow.
Together under the sunset.
I want to remain dedicated.
This is our journey.
No place I would rather be.
Your radiant smile.
Stay with you for the long mile.
We can share coffee in the morning.
Take long walks in the evening.
A wonderful day to be next to you.
You make me laugh when I am blue.
You are true to your word.
I would give you the world.
Will you grow old with me?
Hand in hand, never leave.
The wind through your hair.
A life I want to share.
Children
imagine,
but their imagination
is still not enough.
Many images
are preparing to enter the children.
Children
cannot read books with just words.
Without beautiful pictures,
they cannot enter the stories.
Without fun pictures,
the stories cannot enter the children.
Without books,
children cannot enter the world.
Without children,
the world cannot enter the future.
The world will not become
what children imagine.
What is beauty?
Can I sing to it?
Can I bathe it in
Honeydew lotion
and read it ancient
love poems
as it fights the
gravity of sleep?
Can I feed it
pureed applesauce
and wipe its
dripping face clean?
Can I hold it in my arms
and feel the weight
of infinite potentials
I will carry on my
shoulders until it
finds place for them
on its own?
Can I grasp it
in the enchanting
gaze of a
Beautiful newborn?
i wonder- when the people you’ve seen once upon a distant memory ask how i am, what do you say?
do you say we don’t talk?
do you say the truth?
do you admit to your sins like a devil in the church-
do you feel a charcoal burn on your soul when you see soul in the wind?
the charred burn on my soul remains forever.
a battle scar of your anger- our great war.
i like to think we’re biblical,
like my soul was the great garden you terminated with your unholiness,
bugs crawling our of my beautiful garden of a soul- with the chemical burns of a thousand souls from your extermination.