Kids Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These Kids Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse Kids poems written by international poets.
They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
Once again, he dresses himself with flour-puffed face,neck ruffles and oversized shoes ,
all this fanfare for kids wiggling Barney Bailey shrieks :
He juggles coins, flashes a silly mime while blistered thoughts knead in the circus of a mind:
his son lost lying in a bed of snuffed dreams exiting from the ghastly night while clouds dim beneath the marquee...
Giggles flood the rows where laughter drowns a sea of guffaws; a moment when life becomes a lampoon a farce
an illusion :
No one knows the polka dot tears which press inside a clown's leaking heart
as he traces the wild grins of youngsters seeking his presence ,
youngsters like his own lifeless child--
own child he did not watch go the light...
his false laughter turns into silent howls
imploring just an intermission from
the stage.
But the show must go on where the absurdity of man is , once again , enacted.
Children shot down in a school again
It’s the collateral cost of freedom I’m told,
by a labeled unstable son-of-a-gun kin
He had “wild horses roaming free” in his head,
that’s what the county doctors said
As the grief-stricken soul of a community bled
His eighteenth birthday gift was a death wish:
Killing innocent kids was at the top of the list
An unpredictable behavior everybody missed
The government officials declare,
the young man was “emotionally disturbed”
But bullets don’t grey matter care
Forensic fingers paint the crime scene “evil red,”
as automatic revulsion smears their semi-stoic conscience
Cold bloody memories, they just can’t ever shed
And the true metal believers idol-ly say,
the unhinged shooter was “mentally perturbed”
Seems bullets get asylum alter ricochet
05-28-22
Struggling for that freedom
Struggling to fight back
All those years of pain
Kids are mean.
I hold in my hand Mama's old fold-up Kodak
In its steel-blue case shut with a tiny curved silver latch.
I carefully unlatch it, watch the worn-out flaky bellows
Extend like an unwelcome, nonfunctional ********,
Emitting a strange smell I remember from my childhood
Seventy years ago, when Mama sternly warned,
"Don't let me catch you playing with my camera! "
But I did, every chance I got; it beckoned to me
Like the epitome of enticement, the soft furry succulent
Cactus she warned us kids never to touch.
But I did, once … once, believe me, and never after!
And I said her camera was the only thing I wanted
That belonged to her when she was gone.
The cactus wrinkled and died years ago from lack of care.
You love me but, you show no compassion. You deprive me from the world of epicy.
Sweetest Taboo that's what it was
when we first met.
Sweet embrace,
you brought a smile to my face.
And then you begin to scorn me.
You aggravate me to the point,
I want to leave, but the house and kids is keeping your sorry behind upon me.
The streets have taken you, away from me.
When I smile in need, you strip to your knees, thinking, I lust for you!
All this time, in the back of my mind, I am saying, why have you forsaken me.
All this time, our love, can not rewind
for you, to say, you love me.
Light my fire, So I can Inspire, because the world now knows Me!
© 1998 ShErEe
ABORTION PRAYER 2a
Almighty Eternal God
I was 16
Dating a cute boy
We had sex
I got pregnant
My mom helped me figure out how to get an abortion
I am now 52
Have a master’s degree
Have 2 teen kids
Had I not been able to get an abortion when I was 16
where would I be at 52
The curly Blonde baby angel said that the babies are safe in heaven
God wants to give us women a chance/choice to save ourselves
I am not ready in my life yet
I have so many dreams
I want to fulfill so when I’m ready to have my kids
I can be a good mother to them
Please forgive me I have to return the baby
You entrusted to my care in Fr. Christ name
I thank You for Your forgiveness
Amen
06122020
You’re a cake! He says
you let it slide, it’s not in you, to confront
Idiot! He screams
And you let it slide, he is just drunk
You are dumb, he snickers
It’s just words, tomorrow will be better
Poking you hard and blue
You let it slide, it’s not in you, to confront
Pulling you around
And you let it slide, he is just drunk
Choking you around your neck
He won’t hurt me to much, tomorrow it will be better
You’re fcuking family! He shouts
You let it slide, its not in you to confront
Your bloody kids! He yells
And you let it slide, he is just drunk
Now one will have you he snickers
He pulls his gun, there is no tomorrow
So many women I know are freaked out by germs,
And I lay the blame on the advertisers,
Who will do anything to push the product,
With 99% of their tricks not dirt or germ free.
It does not register with them that children,
Are kept off the park,
Because they played on a women's fear,
Do they not think that maybe a healthy immune system
Needs a daily dose of good clean dirt,
Not to mention the fun that goes with the rolling in it.
Hell No,
They even put kids in their adds,
And wonder why the fear is spreading,
Faster than germs ever did.
Of course, the politicians should be sharing the blame,
As they gave the advertising agencies free licence,
To create carnage and tell lies with impunity,
And let women wrap their kids in cotton wool,
And spend more money on being germ free,
Than on eating healthy.
I live in hope the day is not too far away,
When someone brings a law suit against the advertisers,
For encouraging the fear,
Before men too want to be germ free,
And there is nothing left in the garden,
But weeds.
(My first Horror poem)
celibate cauldron awaiting lechery
eager flames taunting the big pot
succumbing woods severing their sanity
enclosure of trio cornerstones sans flaws
drifting wind tarried draped in its aroma, away carried
trio Hags before a nagging cave
trickled steps as they sang and raved
round the big pot, invoking the craved
straying shavers sans dread
blew their joy, tossing heads
till fate bought them to sell
blown joy met severed zeal
trio Hags baked trio kids.
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Nowhere now to hide,
Fearing for their hide,
Every time they go for a ride.
Few doors to hide behind,
As open plan puts them one step behind
While governments and councils close their doors and their mind.
Not the right food to get to get them out of the starting block,
For a run around the block,
Should come as no shock.
Have we forgotten that open spaces used to be all outside?
And most windows had trees outside,
With mostly enough hiding places inside.
When our parents had calmed down,
Their frowns turned upside down,
No longer in danger of wearing a set of handcuffs downtown.
Why then are we hot on removing hiding places,
As even big faces sometimes need hiding places,
So we can all live to see other smiling faces.
just the same ring
with a round of row zees
awash manicured lawns
with generic grass seed
that doth spring
to life with synthesized,
(yet deadly) chemicals meant
to guarantee wrest
ting control might and subdue
so nature forced
to become nsync from in vest
ment plot purchase
as proving grounds to test
a money bagged well paid
laborer at leisure time
sprawled asleep in comfy hammock
a much needed self deserved rest
whereat successful proof
evinces "American dream"
no matter quest
necessitates becoming linkedin
with fast paced lifestyle
attendant ulcer inducing "pest"
keeping up appearances,
where younglings nest
scolding woe begotten kith
if flawless grounds get messed
by clod hopping kids and/or smart pets
upsetting calculus figuring formula
determining trigonometric
landscaping tangential
to maintaining perfectly
squared off turf especially lest
the neighbors cease becoming hospitable
and stop offering gold plated invitations
to such honorable humble guest.
We live in a world of so many ethnic divides
The future is in trying to unite
Healing the damage trying to make things right,
The colour of your skin or your belief
Makes you in no way different from me,
It's nothing we see when we are kids
It's something our parents and peer group taught,
To fear anything you don't understand
But I for one think if we all join hands,
We can connect in every land
And work on a new manifesting plan,
Where as ordinary people we cast away the hate
Sing with one voice and cast discrimination away,
Build societies in better stronger displays,
Where all lives matter and we are all colour blind
It's not that any longer that defines,
Just the kindness and compassion
That flows through your heart,
Is it not about time we give love, peace and unity a chance
And rediscover the humanity in you,
People are all unique and individual
And that the honest truth,
So we are all different in our own little ways
But let's not make this be a cause for discriminatory hate.
The hour is early. The night is cold. The flashlights flicker.
The tone; cold broken clarity with owl call.
Darkness is so much more than night.
Where evil roams, t'was here this night!
Listening to the rain, watching the water glisten and roll over the cars body parts.
Waiting for the man to let the body pass.
A stretcher is waiting, a body bag!
Notebook contains initial facts in a pocket on me with a cold hand.
Sometimes I wonder if I really care!
I get to know them after seeing their dead stare!
I have to dig in places much more worse than mud.
I go to places where few would go.
In all the madness I need to know.
I promise to them that I'll do all that I can.
Each case weighs heavy on this mortal man.
I look back on my life. I have no kids, I have no wife!
Killers and rapists, thieves and villains.
I hunt, I forage, I seek, I find.
My childhood detective hero made me my mind.
I sometimes ask him what he thinks.
I hear his voice say this to me of all things:
ENDEAVOUR.
Be quiet, be quiet kids
We don’t want to make daddy mad
We know how gets, he hits me
Then we are all sad
Sometimes he hits you guys too
And there is nothing I can do
He has threatened to kill us all
If we leave if I try to protect you
Be quiet kids, do what he says
But wait what did you tell your teacher
He touched you where?
Bad enough he hits us but he didn’t have to go there
Break the silence kids, don’t protect him
I’m leaving for a while and you’ll stay with granny
I said stay silent when he hit you guys but now he’s upped the ante
Thank you kids for calling the cops
Before I had a chance to commit a crime
And I promise you next guy I get will be good
If not speak up no more silence not next time.