Sad Children Poems | Examples
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So long ago
It was a far different world
It was safe to be a child
You could attend school
Go to your church
Or just play outside
You would feel perfectly safe
No one decided when it was time to die
Now you cannot do these things
Not without worrying if you would get home
It is a sad world when there are daily death counts
Telling how many died, where, and when
Almost like getting sports scores
One thing, it all has to stop
Kids should not have to think of death
And may they never have to see it
© Poem – XXVIII/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
Dedicated to the lost and wounded
of Annunciation Catholic Church
in Minneapolis on August 27th, 2025
and all of the children murdered so often
What should be an atmosphere of excitement
Becomes something more deadly - more violent
A child's first sound should be heard
Instead silence echoes
Even before life began
A black baby understands
That in order to survive the world outside
Their cries should be kept on the inside
How painfully sad
That before it's existence
It inherited generational silence
Ones whispered through the branches of their ancestry
The unspoken rules that come with the guide of how to survive -
Being black and alive
There are way scarier things then the dark
Like the clothes on your chair, something innocent
Becomes dark and twisted
Once the lights are off
Morphing into shadows
Worse than any nightmare your mind to conjure
If you don't understand this metaphor
I'm talking about the performative actions of the modern day oppressors
How messed up
That we live in a world
That claims that us black people are the 'monsters'
Yet before our children are even born
You've forced
Our sons and daughters
Into a life dictated by silence
Time has went by and now we've switched roles
Having me at 16 and dealing with life's blows
To me there was no problem you couldn't solve
Through my growing up you were always involved
Now you're getting older and i must take care of you
You've always had an independent point of view
There's nothing wrong with me paying you back
This is the story of our lives so sit back and relax
A baby cant help the fact that their dependant
Now the tables have turned dont be offended
This is a time for me to show my appreciation
You fed me and made sure i got my education
I dont remember going to bed with any worries
You taught us to pray and to read our bible stories
Anything you need i will try to provide for you
Im by your side with anything you may go through
Cooking,laundry and etc is what you did for me
Ill love to do for you as well, even financially
You cant burden me anymore than i burden you
With you mother I'm just trying to apply the golden rule
You were the best mother a child could have ever had
Seeing you grow older isnt easy it makes me sad
Aging from a baby to an adult back to a child
To be able to care for you mom makes me very proud
Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.
It’s sad to know the errors I’ve made, the times my choices were wrong,
The love I’ve felt but couldn’t show, for I had waited too long.
The times I couldn’t be where they wanted me to be,
The pain and suffering they couldn’t see,
They didn’t know the authentic me.
I wish them all, love, peace, and joy, in the lives that they are living,
And hope someday they’ll learn to forgive as they have been forgiven.
I hope they’ll know in their heart of hearts and deep within their soul,
How much I love and pray for them, as all of us grow old.
None of us can truly know how other’s lives will unfold.
If intent and actions
are cause and effect
and influence the future
what you give is what you get
and yet
what about children
caught in the crossfire
when very young
murdered in man's mire
they have not yet begun
to live
and love is all they have to give
so much for karma
symbolised by the lotus flower
but whereabouts is it
in their most needed hour
forsaken by fortune
they answered fate's call
tho' no reason not to do good
our own sad destiny awaits us all
They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles shedding
the moment I've been dreading
limp lonely forgotten neglected
not long before I'm ejected
and two weeks later here am I
a sad and sorry sight to behold
enough to make one cry
discarded by the side of the road
wasting away out in the cold
alas this is the fate awaits us
to make the children smile
here today gone tomorrow
born to sparkle but for a while
It is a dawn, my love did call
as misty rain on fields did fall
l wept for thee, they didn't see
it wasn't meant to be
it is a night, the light burnt bright
but shadows , on walls , did write
l sang my love, across hills above
to echo's, of my, true love
It is the morn, l fear the storm
as valley waters grows
l called for thee, they didn't hear
l wrapped my arms, in fear
it is the day, that l did pray
a watcher at the gate
my love could see, was not to be
across the heather , flee
my heart did ache, my soul did take
no one to rescue me
remember me, oh remember me
stone walls, surrounding thee.
it is a dawn, my love did call
as misty rain, on fields did fall
l wept for thee, they didn't see
it wasn't, meant to be
in memory of all the children and all the loved ones, :(
In my few quiet moments, I always say grace,
a mother first, trying to find my place,
my eyes are tired, every single day,
I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way.
A co-worker's friendship is definitely great,
I work so hard, yet my bills are still late.
Im trying to juggle the roles, of being both mom and dad,
sometimes crying in bathroom, not wanting the kids to see me sad.
For them I work long hours, trying to make it all alright,
hiding the struggles that haunt me at night.
I want to be enough,
Why is this life so tough?
As a daughter, I wanted to make them proud,
but I suffer the burden of them humiliating me in front of a crowd.
A true love with someone I hope to share,
someone who means it when they say they’ll always be there.
For all that I strive to give, for all that I try,
here comes my racing thoughts,
asking myself why?
I dream of a moment where love holds the key,
to the genuine heart I have for them all,
something I fear they will never see.
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 machine guns and shrapnel
In the forgotten stain of crushed mosquito on a trigger, blood of the innocent forgotten like oil spills at sea.
broken mothers in search of missing body parts,
even a finger will comfort their tears.
Children of collapsed cities are orphans for a way to go home is death.
The ground beneath innocent soles are graves, play grounds are possible gravesites, children of wounded fathers are missing siblings who will never be found.
NO search part, nothing just ruin and rabble.
children of war, I have seen your smiles with flowers in your hands
BUT received flowers on your unmarked grave, its sad.
Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,
here silence speaks of a world no more.
An unbreakable bond just turned to dust,
betrayal’s darkness, detached trust.
Bearing the burdens of which, alone
the weight bowed down , yet sorely known.
Shadows guard a silent gate,
destined for a somber fate.
Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,
a shadowed wound I’ll always keep.
Not for the pain that won’t depart,
but for the love that awaits despite the dark.
A million precious memories
Each A grain of sand
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But it's slipping through my hand
For every laugh and smile
And every shout or tear
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But I cannot hold it here
A flawed yet perfect jigsaw
Of nights that turn to day
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But I cannot make it stay
A million precious memories
Each A grain of sand
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But you're slipping through my hand
My children this is dad, whenever you are sad,
Talk to God, he will listen to you.
Think of something to say, to Him everyday.
At this age, that's what I try to do.
I can say this is true, He keeps his word to me and you,
Throughout my life he always did.
He spoke to my mind, every night at bedtime,
When I was a little kid.
You won't have a clue, when He's speaking to you,
His who, what, why, where, and when's.
When you spend so little time with Him on your mind,
But all day you'll it's your phone and your friends.
The One who took clay, to make humans one day,
Then gave us His lifegiving air.
But we choose to repay, by watching TV everyday,
To our Creator, we hardly even care.
The older you get, each day you will regret,
That you didn't give Him much of a try.
That question will haunt you, again and again,
As you lay awaiting to die.
I use to serve trays at the Bay Pines VA,
For some patients I was the last person they'd see.
They had regrets for the God whom they neglect
Saying, I hope he has forgiven me.
Family is important, so are people and friends.
You might not see God now.
But you will when your life ends.
Love Dad...
Dear PoetrySoup
To my best nine days
50 poems sent
fifteen and fragile,
I carry storms in my chest
no one asks about.
You'd be wrong to assume it just affects only male
And even more wrong to overlook women's plight
Cause just like men, they too experience it
It's just sad that they'd been left behind
Maybe because it kinda feels like the usual periods
Just a little heavier, going on for more days
And for most women, they go undiagnosed
Cause they're just considered different
Maybe because they just bleed more after childbirth
When bringing forth life can mean life and death
Cause when undiagnosed, it would make people spiral
As they wrack their brains on what's happening
Maybe because all we've known are the boys
That seems to go through more episodes
And the focus had always been on them
And it was already taking a toll just managing them
You'd be wrong to assume it just affects the male
Cause I've clearly seen how women suffer too
And they suffer more in silence
That's why this year we are highlighting their plight
The PO£T