Kids Dizain Poems | Examples
These Kids Dizain poems are examples of Dizain poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Dizain Kids poems written by international poets.
Let's jump for joy, the weekend's here at last,
I must forget my work worries and strife.
We'll head to the beach, I've checked the forecast. -
I can just unwind and enjoy my life,
being with our kids and my lovely wife.
The pressures of work sure can take their toll,
family time truly uplifts my soul.
Building sandcastles, paddling in the sea,
taking time out, an achievable goal.
Precious moments with all the family!
10 syllables per line checked with HMS
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Agendaless Exuberance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
11/26/21
The harvest moon ascends All Hallows Eve,
we get ready for Halloween to come-
One night a year we can dress and deceive,
“I have candy sweet kids! Come and get some!”
My daughter got Snickers, Sweet Tarts and gum.
Creepy clowns, vampires and scary witches-
Skeletons with x-ray bones and stitches,
then there’s that ol’ sharp Edward Scissorhands-
Orange and black lights that always switches.
All year this terrifying night is planned!
DIZAIN:
Ten syllables in each line
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-B/C-C-D-C-D
October 17, 2016
Middle-aged woman puffs a cigarette
right outside the grocery store entrance.
Her dark eyes fall from mine while beads of sweat
trench above furrowed brow. “Spare a few cents?”
she asks under her breath. My muscles tense.
Annoyed, I shake my head; no words are spoken.
I toss a coin in her pail. Still smoking,
She gestures with a nod. The hazy air
hangs, weighted with her stench. As stone eyes glare,
my son begins to cough nearly choking.
Hard days have come to my family; life
has knocked us down. Humiliated, I
beg to survive, you see; even through strife,
we had love but no home. So forgive my
intrusion today as you hurry by.
It’s a nasty habit. You don’t approve.
My kids are gone; last week, the state removed
them. Now, this smoke seems like my only friend.
God took my spouse last year. I can’t pretend
life’s good. Forgive me. I, too, disapprove.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 27, 2012
for You Don't Understand Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)
I was walking home
When I found a little cub,
I was scared to touch it for its mouth could have foam.
But, I decided anyways to give it a little rub
But it ran off after a giving me a little nub.
I decided to keep moving on
Thinking of sounds ever so soothing to listen upon
When out of nowhere my parents gave me a call
And I automatically thought they’d yell going “where are you Ron!”
So I answered and told them I’d be late for while walking, I had a fall.