Child Death Poems | Examples
These Child Death poems are examples of Death poems about Child. These are the best examples of Death Child poems written by international poets.
A little girl in her bright red hat.
About five, or something like that.
Runs to her dad, playing cowboy on a horse.
And the skittish horse bucks, of course.
Oh, the little time that tragedy requires.
The just-bought gun accidentally fires.
The little girl falls, grasping her bright red hat.
Imagine that.
Categories:
child, dark, death, father,
Children of the Gaza,
How do you strive to survive?
Children of the Gaza,
Why aren't your struggles amplified?
Children of the Gaza,
Can you hear my voice?
Children of the Gaza,
Tell me, are you still alive?
Young souls, being killed everyday,
"Babies aren't meant to be here", they say,
There's a horrifying, terrified sound 2 year olds make,
Hearing the sound of planes.
Being fed water instead of milk,
Where has your baby formula been?
Being thrown bombs over your heads,
Is this how months olds are supposed to be fed?
Voices struck in their throats,
Bloody and hoarse,
Lost in the noise of destruction,
Panic attacks and starved stomachs.
What did they do to deserve,
To be born in the middle of the war?
Categories:
death, 11th grade, age, angst,
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
Categories:
children, death, murder,
a shriek,
a high-pitched scream echoed against the walls,
lightning flashed,
thunder rumbled deep and hard into my chest.
pain,
tightness,
ache,
sorrow.
it cannot be real, this is not happening, I cannot believe it.
to never again see,
talk,
hug,
love on,
joke,
dance.
our son was –
our only boy was –
our eldest child was –
our headache was –
our heart was –
our angel is –
forever 26.
Categories:
angel, death, heartbreak, mother
over a thousand pieces
to complete my puzzle
a picture of me, my heart
piecing it together my whole life
fitting in a new piece
filling in the frame
never quite complete
pieces break off
pieces fall away
leaving holes where others should be
pieces are lost
pieces are found
it will never truly be complete
on the day I lost you
the largest piece vanished
leaving my puzzle broken forever
Categories:
angel, death, farewell, in
I thought of you today when I heard a song –
A pop star using “ima” like you used to do.
The memories flooding my mind were strong,
Despite it all I put on a smile and sang along.
Reminders of correcting your English for you.
I thought of you today when I heard a song.
A rap star’s lyrics that are never wrong.
Words so perfect they will see me through.
The memories flooding my mind were strong.
A diva’s voice helps put you where you belong
Forever young wearing your halo in skies so blue
I thought of you today when I heard a song.
A song about a love lasting many years long.
For a thousand years I will love you.
The memories flooding my mind were strong.
Too many songs about losing someone so young.
Too many songs that are perfect and true.
I thought of you today when I heard a song.
The memories flooding my mind were strong.
Categories:
angel, child, death, dedication,
Dedicated to George Stinney Jr
The mind of a child
Is one supposed to be filled with innocence
But his was clouded with fear
Barely out of the womb
And already he would be buried in a tomb
He barely had time to start life
Barely had time to love and be loved
He barely had time to be a son
He would make history
Just not how he would've imagined
He would become the youngest person on death row
Youngest person to be executed on death row
A black boy who never got to be a boy
His last thoughts were a prayer
To be saved, to be seen, to be given a chance
'Are you there God, its me george'
Unfortunately God's grace doesn't extend to his black 'children'
Unfortunately his life was cut short
Unfortunately he wouldn't get to grow old
Apparently he wasn't deemed worthy enough for 'God's love'
Justice was never served
Even after 81 years
Categories:
child, death, discrimination, god,
Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt
Buy she knew this was the right decision
She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her child's next life
I'm the early morn before the rising of the sun
She sung lullabies from her mother She learned
Before giving her only child a tender kiss on her forehead
Then ending her last moment with a hug
Her child's cries drowned out by the silence of freedom
Her child sunk to her watery grave
Protected from ever becoming a slave
She was born to be free
And that all her mother ever wanted her to be
Her love for her daughter transcended time
She felt a hole in her chest
As if she had been hit with a bullet
But she would do it again if it protected her daughter from enslavement
Even if it meant the loss of her child would break her
But a mother love is selfless
It's why her daughter kanoa had to be let go
Her name important, her name meant the 'free one'
Her daughter the epitome of freedom
Categories:
baby, child, cry, death,
spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
the sun rises instead to the shade of the apple trees
Hello nuke in the sky, its an experience to say Hi,
cracking my last case of beer until ashes I'll die.......
wisdom dictates I'll be lost to the flesh as a fact,
among all the memorial moments as I pass away.
Inner child, wake up to heaven or hell in a new cell,
I bid my old young self bumping heads a wishing well...
but the coin spark flames will ring Purgatory's bell..
Categories:
dark, death, introspection, poems,
My son lies teetering
On the edge of the abyss
And tears rivulet.
God, I beg you, please.
End this suffering, I beg,
I die as he breathes.
I love him, dammit,
But if he suffers for me,
I'm a poor father.
So decide. Heal him
Or quiet his pain. Mercy,
I beg of you, God.
Was not once enough?
I yield. Take my dreams, my love,
But please, spare my son.
Your house is great, God.
Let him know true love, mercy,
Kindness. Take him home.
Else heal him, Father,
He is too weak, as am I,
He should not suffer.
Not like this limbo,
Do not purgate him alive
But heal, or relieve.
Take my every tear
as payment. Soften your heart.
Miracle child mine.
Categories:
bereavement, child, death, father,
There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
Categories:
baby, conflict, death, discrimination,
O’ withered orchid; once
A blooming child devoid
Of weary, standing ‘midst
The evening sun, beneath
Its golden smile–now
Thy leaves of deathly bronze
Decay, sinking coarsely
Beneath the frail hemlocks
Who weep with hollowed bones.
“O’ withered orchid…
We miss thee, withered orchid…”
Categories:
death, beauty, loss,
It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia,
Its memories are as fragile as a vase
The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time
And it's something that no one forgets.
With a child snatched from his mother,
Begging her to pray for his soul
As fear ascends like a dark cloud
Standing in line and awaitng the bullet of death.
Why does it always hurt us much?
Hatred with all in the name of religion,
We deserve to live as equals
And always pledge to "Never Again."
Categories:
death, history, war,
MY ADDED VERSUS:
Bows on solemn flower blooms
and scented layers of flared perfume
flow down rows of headstones and tombs.
I've looked at death that way.
But now I tend to ask God why
people visit and freshly cry.
We all know when loved ones die
they rise on His stairway.
I've looked at death from both sides now
from heart to soul and creased my brow.
It's cemeteries I recall.
I really don't know death at all.
Babes and Moms know love far beyond
the reasons seasoning their bond.
Loving a child is blessing dawned.
I've looked at fair that way.
But I live with maternal pain.
My childhood baby dreams met stain.
Now I'm thunder in my son's rain.
Won't give my sadness sway.
I've looked at fair from both sides now
from deep held faith and still somehow
it's his special needs I recall.
I really don't know fair at all.
Categories:
baby, cry, death, emotions,
"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet
The day came in with a great start
but is going out with a broken part.
With a child's loving and young heart,
it must take a very painful dart.
today I lost my furry best friend,
in life guess some things have to end.
Her soft cream and tan colored fur,
would make me really want to purr.
The day we got her from the pound,
was all smiles and never a frown.
My little heart filled with smiles and love,
I knew she was from heaven above.
A saved rescue pet she would be,
wearing a halo for all to see.
Mommy made car riding so real,
it was always a big fun deal.
Night time we would drift off to sleep,
morning from the bed we would leap.
For a child death is always so cold,
our good times I will forever behold.
Now Angel is gone to heaven to wait,
rainbow bridge crossing has no date.
Categories:
death, child, friend, love, mom,