Kids Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Kids Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Free Verse Kids poems written by international poets.
the old bones of god
sit on street corners
with their doors unlocked—
not for prayer,
but for the lost electricity
of people trying
to feel something again.
they rent the pews
by the hour now:
yoga mats where knees once bent,
AA circles where confessions
spill easier than psalms,
daycare toys rattling
in the echoes of stained glass.
sometimes a wedding,
two kids promising eternity
under a roof that’s seen
too many broken versions
of forever.
other times it’s silence—
a holy kind—
where only dust believes
in resurrection.
the steeple still watches,
but it doesn’t judge anymore.
it just waits,
the old drunk sentinel,
for someone to stumble in
with a wound
too human for the streets
and too honest
for the bars.
what are churches used for now?
whatever keeps the roof on,
whatever keeps the lights dim,
whatever lets a few souls
sit still long enough
to remember
they’ve got one.
Its a wildlife belt
when the money runs out
A roadside blemish
with knee high grass
Fast food wrappers
and everyday trash
Road markings so faded
Your just taking a good guess
If it rains cats and dogs a boats your best bet
Shops with closed shutters
and there's no businesses left
The Food banks are expanding
And kids dressed in charity shop seconds
A politicians promises just trip off his lips
and float in the air
then disappear like breath
on a cold frosty night.
or when your electricity's ran out.
Of time when thoughts,
Wander to school days
When we were just kids,
Blissfully unaware,
Just fun days.
Worried about monsters
Living under our beds,
Running away from
Nap times.
Now,
Years later, just wishing,
Wanting to go back.
Shadow thoughts,
Clinging, never leaving.
To hunting waking nightmares,
Worried about
Monsters in human skin,
Praying for nighttime
To come faster.
Now, just trying to survive,
Just another day.
Written: November 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by Mystic Rose
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In frosty silence,
silver light laces the sky
Careless time candles
cast a cosmic canvas—
flicker flutters in fathomless fizz!
Kids' laughter rings through wild elixir
as birds capture lost melodies!
The globe is quiet.
Twilight reveals its heartbeat.
Stone cradles murmur of beginnings
not the reign of kings.
A velvety night settles.
Every soul learns.
Hope's sighting.
Here we G O again!
O F F to the Christmas H O U S E…
the tradition at least five years old
and not an official tour spot,
just some ‘hood nearby.
Its bright lights of merry
drew us for the first time.
People would pull over, get out
of their cars, walk on the grass.
We were told the family set it up
to invite all - a home away from
the N O R T H PO L E…
The decoration has changed a bit.
When first we went, the singing flowers
would freak out my grandson - the boy
would want to punch it. There was a Teddy bear
whose arms would hug you and S N O W.
This night, I told my grand I would take his pic.
He says, “No, let me,” and pulls out his phone
to video the eye-popping display.
Kids today! Traditions! I believe!
Even 60 years ago
The world was different
We were different, too
We had our black & white TVs
We were loyal to our three channels
That was mainly all we had
Every night, sometime around midnight
Every station would shut down
And we would get our static
Kids would spend hours looking at it
Waiting to see a face or hear a voice
Maybe it would come from the grave
It might be coming from outer space
We never knew, and it didn’t matter
It was forbidden for us to be doing it
Way too far past our bedtimes
But all that did was add to the fun
We never found out who they were
Or what they said to us
The fact that we saw then was enough
Now I look and cannot find any static
Dawn, I miss being a kid
© Poem – XVIII/XI/MMXXV
LRET
because of loosing you My heart is broken my husband, our kids tears are falling continuely because of not seeing you.it was not my plan to lose you my love, my lost is great and pain so deep,it cuts my soul into million pieces knowing i will not be in your arms again. How do I explain to our children that Dad is gone to rest and soon we will see him again when the master opens deaths doors you smile and burning eyes so captivating and inviting, full of love for me and our precious kids. Soon we will be reunited to walk with carefree strides embracing our adventures. By my lover partner and husbad soon we will meet again but till then i will miss you and hold onto our memories and joy's of Sunshine my lover friend joy and pain I need your embrace and smile to keep me strong but my only consolation is our kids and memories of yesterday with you and me walking full of courageous strides clutching our bundles of joy Tailor and Tarentum. missing you my everything till we meet again good by for now good buy
Welcoming streets full of wishful souls,
small town feel everywhere you look, whispering pines being gently in the wind, coffee shop full of heartfelt strangers looking for a friend.
This place I call home in my heart, my love of my life grew up here in this town of Wadena. Hardworking folks who look into each others souls for solace, a cup of coffee heartfelt laugh.
No cell phones, social media found here, reminders of the good ol days, kids playing laughing at simple joys in their hearts, no worries of impressing others, corporate clowns, no red carpet parties here..
My heart I leave here each time we part ways, Sunnybrook park my solitude, ducks, eagles, deer meets my eyes, fall foliage blankets the grounds, beauty all around…
My hometown is here, my family is here, place where my stressors melt away, I seek it in my heart whenever my heart is hurting, from being rejected by unhearted unkind souls,Wadena Mn is my home, I feel it and see it in my husbands eyes heart each and every day the past 30 wonderful years, God gave me him to bring a smile and a tear to my eyes, HE knew I needed Jesus in my life, My heart right beside me each and every moments my life.
Security
Togetherness
Empowerment
Persevere
A small but mighty food shelf, no big hoopla to feed their mission, just a small town table of plenty, for those who fall through the cracks.. a gallon of milk, loaf of bread..
Clothes upon their backs, groceries in their cupboards, a hand to hold, a sense of security in thus often cruel world. People who care about helping others with no slap on the back, just a place of HOPE..
A woman with kids in tow, looking for housing, a job to make a honest living, no big spotlight feeds their mission, just a big heart to help others, we were once in their spot, we’ve never forgot..
STEP is GODS mission, to hold every person up in prayer, simple yet meaningful, my mission to help this who need it the most, STEP is our cities anchor, a place to go if you are struggling, with friendly faces to greet you.
God looks upon the heart of those who need help, without a big Blow up on social media…
"Some places are pitch black"
Deserted by other children
The darkened playroom confronts The Kid
"I must be supervised"
By which he means
Protected from the powers of darkness
The would-be supervisor
In turn is confronted
With tight tunnels and tiny staircases
And an accumulated coating
Of kiddy grime
Which doesn't bother the Kid.
He is unamused by pulling of scary faces
From within the labyrinth's cramped atrium
But instead requires illumination for his explorings
From a torch he has handy.
Disappointed that he must proceed alone
For reasons of size and stature
Exhorting "Try! Try!"
Yet he goes bravely forward.
Crawling through intestinal convolutions
Lit up as much as possible by the torchlight
Up into the high reaches of the system
Sliding finally down a long tube and out
Through a slippery exit passage
This is a prototype
Of a non-living carnivore
With which we can peacefully coexist
Relatively unscathed
Conceived through a moment of love, unbeknownst to her, one life shouldn’t have been made..
Two eggs split,
only one life matters, it wasn’t me.. to
be told I wasn’t known about, over and over again, when she ever quiet down..
I didn’t ask to be conceived, twins wasn’t in the books, God did you know I was that “surprise?” The child who was ignored, grew up in admit chaos, drinking a single mother already had 7 kids, the one who everyone didn’t want..
I was the mistake, even now with our mom in heaven, family’s gone their separate ways, longing for someone to hold her tight, to be honest with, no white lies..but this world is cruel empty no sounds of love compassion, just hungry souls who are unseen in others eyes, I will be here in the darkened world to sit, oh how sometimes I wish that egg hadn’t spilt..
Im a mom, wife, did GOD make a mistake, my purpose in thus uncertain world, I may never know, much like the Unknown Surprise….
Today, I watched
From the bus garage
As you came outside
And casually brushed the snow
From the car,
Preparing to drive the kids
Away from me
And in that moment
I broke down and cried,
Remembering how long it's been
Since we were together
As a family
In that moment,
I wanted to embrace you,
And I wanted to help you
Like I always have
Over the years
In that moment,
I wanted to hear
The familiar chaos of little voices
Loudly protesting
As they are unceremoniously pulled
Away from the warm glow
Of electronics,
And forced to march
Into the cold November snow
In that moment,
I wanted to tell you that
Everything will be okay,
And that the truth will soon shine
Through the fog of his lies,
Like a beacon in the night
I wanted to tell you
That our love for our children
Will burn through the blackness
Of fear and hatred,
Forever destroying the evil
That tries to keep us apart.
when we are young
we want to be older
be independent
be able to do what the big kids do
when we hit that independent age you want to be a kid again
but what really changes
you still have to follow rules
you get freedom but not as much freedom as you thought
growing up mistakes are made
forgive but do we forget
growing up means more responsibilities
you cant just buy whatever you want
man i wish i was a kid again
back then i could let my imagination run wild
but now its childish and i need to grow up
back then i hated taking naps
now thats all i need
kids want to be adults but adults want to be children again
i wouldn't change one thing
what if i didn't do that project
what if i got into that fight
what if everything was different
would i be here today
man i wish i was a kid again
to feel the joy
to be home
to be young
to not worry
to imagine
man i wish i was a child again
Maybe I will never be happy again
Fall will never smell like it used to
The swing set will stay squeaky and rusty, and I will always be too tall
My feet will graze the mulch, and I kick my toes under it
As I have my fortune read
By the only other 4th grader on this side of the soccer field
I won’t marry a man named James
I won’t have three children and an orange cat
I will always be afraid of wasps
And feelings
And whispering
I will always be the kid who won’t swim in the ocean
Or read in front of the class
I will always look across the water to the happier kids
And long to be there as well
And think
“Maybe there will come a day where I will be with them”
Or perhaps I will stay on the shore
Still building my sandcastles
And trying not to think about happiness
And the stars fall and I never met him
And I think that’s what I’m really scared of.
Jennifer, was a kind loving soul, who gave of her life to those whom she cared deeply for, but nobody heard, seen, cared for her soul because she was born from an unholy family.
Drugs, alcohol were her toys, yelling, screaming, fighting was their free time activity. She was burn to a single mom who bore 8 kids, she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.
She is survived by 5 brothers, one sister, two kids who grew up together to become wonderful humans. Numerous family members who didn’t bother to get to know her existence, said she was too needy, insensitive, uneducated in life’s daily struggles.
No big accomplishments to brag about, just a high school diploma all while trying to survive Hell. She was treated like a invilent, .. she wrote Amateur poetry nobody read.
She was followed in death by her mom, brother David. Please don’t stand at my grave and weep, for while I was on this earth, no invites to parties, coffee meetups did she receive, if you couldn’t love me on thus earth, please don’t cry fake tears, the time has come for you to like me, disappear..