For Children Poems - Poems about For Children

Charlie Doots was a curly-haired boy He always played with his favorite toy All the boys and girls would always laugh Because Charlie always played with his blue giraffe One day he brought his blue giraffe to school And his teacher said- Charlie, we have a rule There are no toys allowed in our class...

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Children will always remember the void, They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them. They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings, And the darkness that invades their slumber. They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a helper. Yet, children can sometimes bloom out of...

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The crops grows from the tears of the enslaved The ground quakes from the harsh sound of the whip Their calloused hands evidence of a life of painful labour Wounds etched their skin A twisted reminder of what happens when you don't comply Their bones crushed under the weight of exhaustion Their eyes burned by the harsh sun Despite...

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Karma that patient gangster Very slow in action But never fails to repay Creeps into your life Paying in double all your deeds After replaying all your acts Karma is just like a seed well planted in a good soil, it always germinates. Karma the avenger Rewarding your deeds accordingly Either good or bad The seeds you sowed That's...

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It’s too high, far too high, I cannot look down at the floor’ Said the bird who realised she suffered from vertigo ‘But it’s only a bird bath’ this really is too silly Said her impatient friend, who by now was rather chilly. ‘Why me, why me? I can’t believe it’s happened to me!’ Said the bird to her friend,...

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The doors to yesterday are shut tight and locked. Only windows allow quick glimpses... you, face red and angry, eyes shut tight, refusing to accept reality away from your warm, slushy world of heart beats and distant voices. Alas, we are all thrust out into bright lights,...

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[Verse 1] Dust on my boots, heat in the air We pulled off the highway to nowhere Two shacks, red clay, nothin’ growin’ No clean water, just pain showin’ [Verse 2] Kids in the dirt, no one cryin’ Too young to know they should be tryin’ No toys, no shoes, just tired eyes Waitin’ for someone to recognize [Chorus] “Are you my daddy?” — he whispered...

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Who am I, anyway? I wear the mask of many faces. I speak, read, and understand— sometimes with words, sometimes telepathy. My voice changes with my face. I just need a witness. Attuned to me, I become every language you know, but I do not know the geography of my own soul. I dare not look at my face. It is a drama mask— sometimes surgical,...

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TO THE VINING CHILDREN…VIBING… (Apropos Of A Scriptural Inspiration) Let us be as the Vines Of The Gardener; Let us who have been pruned With love and awareness, Have branches sharing fruits Of Truth, Peace, and Love:- Indeed, may our branches Never ever be void Of His divine wisdom’s guidance; For we are poets of the tree of life: Rooted, trunked, branched, leaved, And fruited with the...

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Limericks X This is a more serious limerick: The Abandoned Child’s Complaint by Michael R. Burch I hoped you might have loved me, but you pushed me out to sea like Moses, for some other strange Egyptian mother: Isis, Nefertiti. Keywords/Tags: limerick, child. childhood, children, child abuse, baby, abandonment, unloved, love, unwanted, mother...

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I came upon a windup toy. He danced a jig to bring me joy because I was feeling low. My name is Pinocchio. I'm no ordinary boy. I told him I was made of wood, He said that he understood. The pleasure he could bring radiated from a spring. Soon, I was feeling good. The sadness that his jig belies, which I detected in...

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This limerick is about a clown, who when shopping in a nearby town. A mother with small boys, said his giant shoe made too much noise. Shoeless he shopped while tip toeing around. ...

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May we be blessed to understand across this planet on which we dwell… there is reason for the way old people and children always get along so well It’s in what they share with each other despite one being more in the past…and the other more in the future tense because old people with the children share their wisdom… while...

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If Not For Love by Michael R. Burch, circa age 18 The little child who cries, brushing sleep from startled eyes, might not have awakened from her dreams to fill the night with plaintive screams if not for love. The little collie pup who tore the sofa up and pleads here in a mournful crouch, might not have ripped apart the couch if not for love. And...

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Title: Children of Broken Promises (25 Lines) They signed their names in ink made of blood, A treaty scrawled on the bones of the poor. They shook hands under marble skies, While cities burned in silent uproar. Children played with bullets for toys, Lullabies hummed in the throat of a drone. A mother stitched hope into her shawl, But war tore the thread and...

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