Kid Poems | Examples of Kid Poetry

I'll be back before it gets dark after we get tired of playing king of the hill. Sun sets so late in summer against the willows.. sometimes I forget. No, it just isn't so. I don't always choose them over you, 'course I could never tell you that. You're a girl, a special one. But I can't tell you that...

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Reformulation of sin Homeocentrism combatant Sociopathy redefinition Is for Intellect palatable Apparently imposure of sin Kills source collective the bias Care you don't have to bear Of neither the sides of compliance Rules parts of humans invent May not valid be for evaluation Mortal the thus very sin Is imposing your limitation No one you are to demand Sets of your wrongly conditions Thus no naive...

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I know kids should be kids Too many parents will not allow it Be quiet whenever you are around Don’t play too hard or get dirty And above all, never ever smile too big I feel so sorry for kids like that They do not have parents They have wardens and guards I say we should just let a kid be a kid That...

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When just a lad, I thought I was magic, Doing a trick can sometimes be tragic. The bird sang the wrong song, The rabbit was long gone, When they booed, I got very dramatic. ...

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The star-planet is straight above Two kid-adults on a trampoline. Side-by-side they watch the sky At one a.m. on the months eve Quietly, they're waiting, staring As time tosses and turns between The adult-kids who prep like vets For the other kid-adult to leave They lay solemn side-by-side Distanced by a lack of sleep They make their vows on satellites Shooting stars, and falling wings Today-tomorrow,...

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I’m thinking of a person Who is strong and resilient. Big in personality but size is small. When mad, they turn a green pigment. All is lost when anger worsens. Tantrums raging, escalating. Tired now, limbs in a sprawl. I’m talking about toddler phasing, A daily battle of exertion....

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When cooking something hot, The oven mitts you grab. Pulling them on, you think, “Am I a wanna-be crab?”...

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In the hush of night’s embrace, so wide, Where silence floats and dreams reside, There lies a sea, not made of seas— But stars that whisper through the breeze. A galaxy, both near and far, Each flicker shines—a silent scar Of wishes cast and hopes once made, That glimmer bright but never fade. Each star, a story, fierce and true, Of ancient light that...

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Big Boy Pants On I don’t want to hear it. You're in denial. You're on your own. Put your big boy pants on. No complaining. No whining. These are the choices you make. Don’t ask me for money. You lowered the bar. You can only go up from here. No more excuses. Don’t pretend. I’m...

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You Have All Of The Answers You never listened to me. I’m not blind you see. You acted like I was dumb, And stupid. Like I have no life experience. Another brick wall. You took everything for granted. Never appreciated. You're so young. You have all of the answers. I guess I’m just old. I...

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A voice recorded, soft but clear, Echoes pain we failed to hear. Hannah spoke from shadows deep, Of secrets buried none should keep. A hallway's whisper, locker stares, Unseen wounds and empty chairs. A photo passed, a cruel slight, Each reason dimmed another light. Justin's love turned into blame, Jessica’s tears, the haunting shame. Bryce’s smirk, a predator’s grin, The silence loud—it let him win. Clay rewinds...

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Brick Wall Have you ever talked to a brick wall? Someone’s always headed for the fall. They never listen to advice. They argue with the old all the time. They're always in denial standing in quicksand. Never open minded but sad. Always going in circles. Arrogant and not humble. The young vs the old. There...

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Tinkering with red and green bricks Older than legos, redoubtable fun Yesteryear’s rudimentary dream house ...

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If you strain your ears you could hear daycare man’s blond-haired pig-tailed little girl shattering her xylophone. How straitlaced can a place of rainbows and sugar highs be, you remember asking before you took the job. You can’t take it, the little girl always bothers your lunchtime, hearing her playacting rottenly. Pink-eyed, you look nothing like your parents, you told her; she ripped her hair out and cried. The background...

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There are places that I have got to go. I’ve got my tunes cranked on the radio Playing “Wild Thing” while the kids all sing along. It may not be a “Magic Carpet Ride” But it will comfortably seat eight inside. Well, to heck with what the culture says, I am right where I belong… I’m the epitome of...

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