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Another daughter, another day.
Another daughter another day
At 6 her life was taken away.
Another day another daughter,
from her there will be no more laughter.
Her mother’s addiction is no fiction.
She chose a life of drugs and living with thugs.
She sold her daughter.
From Joshlin there will be no more laughter
Her big beautiful green eyes will never blink again.
Her mother sold her so she can buy drugs again.
She was so young and adorable.
Yet so young and vulnerable
She has been robbed of a life,
Her mother has sold her like honey in a hive.
Never will she grow up and have kids
Her mother has sealed her lips.
In memory of Joshlin Smith
Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard since nineteen forty-one.
We kids always begged to decorate it for Halloween and Christmas.
Aunt Dorothy said this idea was despicable.
It would not be honorable.
The donkey would not like it.
She died three weeks ago.
Two days before Halloween, so we decorated the donkey.
He was now a purple peril, and I think he loved it.
After we left, he walked down to the graveyard to show her.
And there he sits, all pretty, next to her grave.
Most parents don't know that giving
their children everything they want:
is the easiest way to spoil them;
I grew up differently and understood
how hard they worked to ask
for anything and the only time
I got something to be thrilled about
was on Christmas and on birthdays!
Look at the other kids
who got everything:
they got drunk, stole and did
drugs; they also skipped school,
and some of them went to jail!
I'll be always grateful to my parents
not to have spoiled me, but disciplined me
and taught me how to fear and love God;
if these hands never took a thing which wasn't
mine or I was never disrespectful to others:
I praise them highly for their wisdom!
We are all kids at heart
It all started from the beginning at the very start
Tom who loved Greyhound buses
This was always a childhood must
Tom was given a scale toy model Blue Prevost Greyhound bus
It was Tom’s dream being full of pluses
Happy with no fuss
While Tom fell asleep all nestled for the night
There was going to be a surprise and it will be a sight
The scale toy model Greyhound bus blue had come to life
The bus horn woke Tom up
The Greyhound Driver told Tom to get up as we are going for a ride
Well up Tom went and the travel being the stride
A ride going around the block
The Greyhound Driver told Tom, recline in his seat and put up his feet
You are in for a treat
As Tom leaned back in the comfortable blue bus seat, he suddenly fell asleep
He dreamed of that bus moment
When the next morning came, the scale model toy blue bus was back on the mantle in the exact same place
But will this dream ever be erased?
The blue bus Prevost only knows
A child’s inspiring heart that showed
Captivation, the blue bus will never tell
Good day into the night with all being well.
Our mommy always complains
About mess that we created
But I’m thinking: ‘We are kids!’
And give advice to all the mommies:
‘Stop screaming, hollering and crying
We will clean up, I promise!
Next Thursday!’
porcelain has a sensation -
But that doormat is septic!
I try to reach out to anyone who will listen, who will take my beaten up, tired, hand,
All I get is a turned back, dirty old looks, a hurtful laugh, I can't hold my tears back.
All I get is self doubt, self hatred, and poor hatred for those who love me but I don't believe them.
All I keep hearing is, "everyone has their own lives, kids, jobs, to deal with, well you know what? So do I, one has autism for God sakes. All my life I have been alone, nobody cares I guess, oh well never mind I'm done.
I just want to ask one more question, do you mind?
Can I GO AWAY too? Because I'm done fighting, I've got Nothing Left!!
TV on - outside cars rushing by
quckly on the
FDR drive
Another evening on the Lower East Side
The place radiates nostalgia
My grandparents now in eternity
came here for a better life
I see the murals, the House of Sages
the Foward building
I read the Hebrew letters
which say House of Study
Kids playing in schoolyards
Hasidim with furry hats
People walking dogs
Spanish people playing dominoes
The mailman comes by
hopefully bringing
more published poetry
Day morphs into night
Switch on T.V., meditation CD
A heavy sense of peace
descends on me
here in thsi most urban of neighborhoods
Fabled LES
Your Braille Writer
I’ll write from right to left
while you read me from left to right
our hearts meet and we’ll never say goodbye
you are my precious gem in this world of change
remember, I am your hope and strength whatever happens
I’ll show you the light
a great assurance
that you’ll be alright,
like a bright lamp
just carry me
I’ll show you the path
giving you lovingly
the desire of your heart
just touch the dots
like switching me on
then I’ll show you that life is good and the world is so beautiful.
Date Written: Sept. 18,2012 by Leonora Galinta
Note: I lovingly composed this poem dedicated to exceptional kids especially the V.I. or visually impaired ones . I tried to make a lamp shade shaped poem as I was inspired by the manual braille writer I have here. I used this when I learned braille writing for V.I.
Second Place
Contest: Impress Me with a small Poem IV
Judged: 3/14/14
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio A. V.
I am lost and confused, I don't know what to do
I wander when I will find out who I really am
I heard my parents fighting all the time when I was younger
I saw my little puppy go up stairs and hide from all the fighting
I want to see my biological family and not have them fight all the time
my dad is passed and my mom doesn't have her rights to have us kids anymore
I am lost and confused
I pretend that I live with my big happy biological family
I feel like we are still together even though we are not
I do everything i can to try and find my biological mother
I worry that I won't ever get to see her again
I cry when I think of my parents being split and being deceased
I am lost and confused
I understand that I can't see them but I live with the perfect family now
I say that I will always be loved by them
I dream of living with my mom once more
I try to get a hold of her but she never answers her phone
I hope that one day I get to see and talk to her again
I am lost and confused
By: Stormi Skaggs
Concrete jungle; a game preserve
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Muffled echoes drift unheard
Sentient shadows shift not seen
Vivid colors in perfusion splayed
Across the white castle walls
Nutritional content is zero
Please step up to the drive through
The other windows are closed
So who do you blame
For a culture's erosion
Just ask the victims of yesterday
And tomorrow
The answer goes like this
"I blame society and the man
Who made me as a bastard"
Yet in an embraced ignorant state
The cycle of pain and destruction
Goes on and on
Sound and light in unison
Its over, payday twenty two dollars
That lady had three young kids
And they were fatherless too!
Oh well, it seems remorse is absent
In your oh so limited vocabulary
It's much easier to pull a trigger
Than to punch a time clock
The garbage ridden streets
Of a bloody naked city
Abandoned by reason
Swell and erupt every minute with rage
The twilight of night is pierced
By scream's of predator's and prey
Turmoil and malicious strife
Becomes heart breaking reality
On a polluted mudball called earth
Insanity reaches a boiling point
And hell is burstg at its seams.
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`Sorry but it's time for me to go
My intuition told me to back off
You cheated on me
verbally and physically abused me
The sick thing is I still Love you
I'm realizing the has alot to do with forgiveness
It's to bad cuz we were best friends
for years we couldn't be together
but always seemed to find each other
then the day came last year
where we got the chance most
people aren't so lucky to be blessed in a life time
we had a miracle baby
they said you couldn't have kids
I was 37 and had one miscarriage
got married then lust and drugs
took over your brain and you destroyed it
so it's time for me to say
GOODBYE
maybe in the next lifetime
we'll think twice before we speak
lash out
I've said enough
Savin me and far away
you know what I'm talking about
I hope it was worth it
My intuition told
I miss you my brothers where did you go
You were my world don't you know
Alone in this world you left me to cry
But I wont forget you I'll love you till I die
Im left with one question that wonders my mind
Why did you leave me alone and beside
I miss you my brothers where did you go
My memories of you are now growing cold
But dim as they may I'll never forget the way we
Were when we were kids having fun outside
The words of a girl with a family riped apart
The unspoken words of a broken heart
I miss you my brothers where are you now
I will find you it's just a matter of when or how
I don't belive in forever but I still have faith
That we will be together somehow somewhere someday
I miss you my brothers is all I can say
As I cry myself to sleep thinking of a better world
With you by my side would'ent that be a wonder full day
Brothers
I miss you my brothers where did you go
You were my world don't you know
Alone in this world you left me to cry
But I wont forget you I'll love you till I die
Im left with one question that wonders my mind
Why did you leave me alone and be hide
I miss you my brothers where did you go
My memories of you are now growing cold
But dim as they may I'll never forget the way we
Were when we were kids having fun outside
The words of a girl with a family riped apart
The unspoken words of a broken heart
I miss you my brothers where are you now
I will find you it's just a matter of when or how
I don't belive in forever but I still have faith
That we will be together somehow somewhere someday
I miss you my brothers is all I can say
As I cry myself to sleep thinking of a better world
With you by my side would'ent that be a wonderful day
By. Viola KinKaid