Kids Inspirational Poems | Examples
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Microbes surround us
too tiny to see
On ocean floors
fish thrive incredibly
Out in the cosmos
galaxies unending
Past the ‘Great Beyond’
Time’s even bending
‘Course, our kids keep saying
“Nowhere to go, nothing to do”
So tonight I told them
“Here’s what for you"
A microscope for
the ‘miniverse’ you can’t ignore
A telescope for
the 'maxiverse' you’ll want to explore
Marvel at the lives of the infinitesimal
~ Observe an exoplanet festival
I imagine that somewhere... exists---
(I'm not sure, but my theory persists)
Moms who read --what their kids read-- from school
Then... :-) they book-club about it -- how cool!!! :-D
Armed by protective sensibility
I offer my warming security
Around loving protective certainty
Insured with comfortable serenity.
I’m your mittens, full of vibrant beauty
Ready to fulfill my granted duty
Prepared by orphanage authority
To guard kids from infectious germs so dirty.
I serve as your gloves of identity
With embroidered names, daintily pretty
Assuring compassion*’s tenacity
Marked by kindness midst gentle purity.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Personification in monorhyme
January 19, 2023
Honorable Mention, "UPTO YOU" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian; judged on 2/10/2023.
I was dirty I was wash in the blood
I was ignore, abandon and hated, Jesus gave me love
Ridiculed ripped and torn
Humanity haters made me wish I was not born
O' but yes there is
Oh! Bless there be
A better for me always
I was poor monetarily,
No place to lay down my head no really
Birth burst into this dad gone abandoned us
He had many, many other girls, adulterous adulterer
Other kids had full-time stay at home dads where's mine
O but where is mine
My Father in heaven
And now mine better here and now, always
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
9/14/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 9/14/ 2022
Every drop of water counts ... since there is a scarcity,
the world appears to be out of bounds and parity.
What if ... water and meals are at the verge of paucity?
suddenly ... the equilibrium steadiness is exhausted,
proceed to battle and let our kids starve comported.
Written: June 26, 2022
Bite Size Poem No48 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
I am a young woman
I've knocked on hells door
and been returned
I've given up on my life
so my kids may live
and enjoy theirs
I've given unto my husband
so he may lead the
family as the head
Yet i've forgotten
exactly who i am
I use to be
young and full of emotion
I cry at sad movies
laugh at comedies
drink morning coffee
put my pants on
one leg at a time
eat sleep work
the American dream
live one day at a time
waiting on something
better to come along
disappointed at life's
hand that's dealt
because i got the
raw end of the stick again
so i burn the candle at
both ends
feeling the heat as
it takes over my body
with pain
causing another hurdle in life
I am strong
I keep pressing on
head held high
no regrets,
only the courage for
what comes next
What an unusual pragmatism conundrum.
We drum in our kids a sense of quantum.
Then, a few days later, we express our pain,
When we gaze on persons with the same stain.
We maintain tabs on the culprits responsible,
Similar views of the notion that we never boggle.
They also discuss the necessity for integrity.
Possibility of enduring unbearable agony.
Amidst all, we will mainly overlook the peculiarity.
There is a true cure for all our zealotry idiocy,
Our exquisite was driven to beauty, God's grace.
Over halcyon deeds, people in need, and peace.
We view a frail side within; it's a sort of plague.
There is no particular heal; thus, care is vague.
Written: November 25, 2021
A humble tribute to a favorite movie
a tall story by director Jim Henson
who later created the Muppets
While most people struggle to create
and save their best works for last
this was not the case for this superstar
On the surface maybe a movie for kids
but no one is fooled by this masterpiece
young and old there are layers for all
Hansen's movie is pure genius
and touched me to my very core
in a haunting surreal way
It deals with innocence in the midst of
the balance of good and evil in the world
definitely a must see movie
This classic dates back to 1982
but its subtle spiritual aspects
stayed with me through life
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
I write upon so many things- but memories,
at rest within, oft surface neath veneers-
and happily, I've earned my share-
now in my eighth decade.
So from down deep, I reap emotions they still hold-
transform them into worded imagery.
With treasured feelings, sharing each fond memory,
I've written poems that I pray unfold
the loving-kindness so displayed
within my parents' care.
My captured thoughts of growing up during those years
do rise and flow as verbal melodies.
And too, my poetry brings forth dear reveries
of my own family; each member steers
the inner thoughts that help me bare
my gratefulness portrayed.
So I, for spouse and kids, grandkids, great-grand- remold
memories- shaped by words- so lovingly.
'JACK the DAW' (In Lancashire Dialect)
Struttin’ and Puffin’ his big chest out,
The streets all clear, when he’s about.
Inside all’doors, waitin’ for’ thump
Families quake and animals jump!
Mam goes to’ door, money in hand
Shakin’ as she stares at his black neck band,
She dares’nt look in his blue black eyes
They say there’s murder an’ spent-up lies.
We just hear his voice, raucous and loud
“Your rent, your rent!” he shouts out proud
An’ all the street kids play
An’ all the street kids say,
Jack the Daw walks down the street
Jack the Daw with his great big feet
Jack the Daw, if he looks your way
Run away, run away, run away, run away!
Into our classroom she flowed
Habit forming a sweeping swirl
And rosily did her face glow beneath her wimple
Pink and shining as though wafted straight from heaven
Leaving us small kids of seven entranced
By this gift of God who
through our midst shone
No sharp tones fixed us to our seats
Just the sweet,soft sounds
Of dear Sister Dorothea
To us her words were the milk and honey
Which into our minds poured
And there have stayed even unto old age
We had all fallen in love with her gentle radiance
Holding us in its bright and kind embrace
How much dismay to me did her passing bring,
The final redemptive comfort
That she had humbly earned her heavenly reward
As the gift of God for her earthly dedication
Christmas Cookies Cut like Ice
You brought presents for the kids.
They hesitated at the door, I watched.
I had to ask myself, why?
I could not help it.
(…)
You brought a broken doll in a fancy dress,
A train without track.
Thank you.
Leave.
You wanted to talk, you always do.
You left your calling card behind,
only after I pressed “9” (11).
A black eye, not so bad,
I am not sad.
Gone.
My children laugh and sing in the other room.
The popcorn is popping.
We are going to watch TV.
Together.
Me, and them.
Family.
Meadows of Green
In these meadows of green,
The flowers so bright.
The kids are a joy,
They're playing, and this is a delight.
We walk in the pasture,
With thoughts being right.
We stop for a hug,
But it sure feels right we're a sight.
We talk with each other,
We cover our fears.
Our hearts are together,
Love is having some tears.
We talk with each other,
All the day long.
Holding hands with the flowers,
Making life, being strong.
Our love never fades,
Our hearts are so true.
Oh, how I love you,
How can it turn blue?
In those Meadows of Green,
That we used to walk through.
R.I.P., Shannon, I love you!
Updated 4/21/2023
When a teacher is kind, the students mind
When she's too stern, they just can't learn
When a father explains, happiness reigns
If he loses his cool, his kids think him cruel
When the boss lends an ear, the employees hear
If they're turned away, there's a price to pay
When a judge shows mercy, he limits controversy
If he rules too strictly, he seems mean and prickly
When former enemies unite, it's a wonderful sight,
If one is forgiving, both their lives are worth living
Sitting at a table
by himself
glancing at the menu
feeling lonely
reminiscing about
his wife and
how she passed
he lingered a while
On his way out
discretely he left enough
to cover the meal
for the scruffy young couple
with the two kids
celebrating Mother’s Day
AP: Honorable Mention 2020