Children. Poems - Poems about Children.

There was a beautiful Fairy name Ming Who somehow Lost one wing But then she starts To sing Until she heard A bling Ming somehow had Grew back her wing...

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I’m thinking of a person Who is strong and resilient. Big in personality but size is small. When mad, they turn a green pigment. All is lost when anger worsens. Tantrums raging, escalating. Tired now, limbs in a sprawl. I’m talking about toddler phasing, A daily battle of exertion....

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Midnight prayers, don't work. Yesterday's lies Made happiness cry. Today without that mistake, some of us wouldn't be here today. Thats life ...

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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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I see hands reaching My muscles tensed I sharpen my claw...

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When the lines are blurred How can we tell who we are anymore How do we know when innocence begins and when it ends Or if it ever really happened At all This was not everyone's experience But it was black children's For a black boy who had to be a man Before he could be a child...

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Goldilocks and the three bears, The story is a classic. But one idea came to mind, What if she was made of plastic? With lips so swollen And cheeks so bloated She was red and shiny And was very coated. The bears that came saw the porridge, They searched and found Goldilocks. Screaming and fearful,...

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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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A beast named Gavin Godzilla Liked a girl named Priscilla. The issue was that he was a klutz And it drove everyone nuts. He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla. He broke everything that he touched And accidentally smutched. He tripped on his feet And tried to retreat Because he felt ashamed and blushed. Gavin came...

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The night came with horrors Children of Palestine, those whose youth came to an end at bomb blast. Names forgotten on a trigger of a gun, WHOSE sons will never see the sun? Children of Gaza who ran after drones thinking they are toys Sounds of terror leaving limbs scattered like graffiti on burnt walls. children of Yemen, whose smiles faced...

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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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Yesterday, I was writing poems about small things— how small beings dwell, how they endure, the quiet life we don't notice. A spider spinning a web in a corner. A bird singing at dawn. They teach us to slow down. To enjoy the little things. To survive softly. But today— I woke up to war. I don’t know who to notice first. The children in Gaza, who are so...

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Creatures of the sea, all beautiful and fair. A thought comes to mind, what if they swam in the air? Would we swat fish away as we do with bugs Or tentacle arms always giving hugs? Whales would want nicknames, Sardines playing hopscotch games, Lion-fish need to be tamed, Crabs at cafes sipping coffee...

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When cooking something hot, The oven mitts you grab. Pulling them on, you think, “Am I a wanna-be crab?”...

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Why did the teeny, tiny mouse, With the gigantic size cheese, Grow as big as a house And the cheese, smaller than bees?...

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