Child Lonely Poems | Examples
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It’s been eighteen years since I was born.
I grew up chasing a lie called love.
Just a child in third grade,
When Broom’s metal broke me... tore me apart.
A lone piece left on the plate—
Still, it was him you'd nominate.
A pen or a diary—he’d get one.
‘These are his,’ you’d declare,
And I learned... I believed—
Maybe I didn’t deserve to speak.
I was cute, I was adoring—
Yet somehow, you found me embarrassing.
"Just listen, don’t talk," you'd say.
But you'd love my brother from the very first day.
I suffered. I cried.
Still, it’s me who must
Love you without a choice.
But love—
Love isn’t brought by force.
It’s an emotion...
If you’d feel it, pure and true.
You have your life, your thoughts,
Your ways of seeing the world.
But the way you’ve tortured me—
That...
Can never be justified.
porch swing
raining
no scares
free air
small girl
unfurl
back, forth
ghosts storm
lightning
blending
lost flash
backlash
time meant
ringlets
rocking,
rocking
One step away
from waves that play.
In that fresh light,
he let go that night.
I thought back then,
that was all it had been.
I stayed to see
each wave hit me.
With heart shut tight,
no stars in sight.
My hands let go,
they moved so slow.
Each night I'd fall
inside the call—
the thoughts so loud,
the cries unbowed.
Maybe it's me
who made him flee…
But how could blame
belong to shame—
a lifeless fish
without a wish,
inside a bowl
with no control?
The water’s gone,
his life moved on.
He stood too near—
the waves pulled clear.
He lost the fight.
He stopped the light.
Too late to mend—
his hands did bend...
but still—
that fish
met no
new end.
the orphaned child gazed at the moon
consoled not by love from afar
he sat alone, holding a spoon
stark solitude was his soul’s scar
the lamp in the sky has its moods
the orphaned child gazed the moon
when it is pitch dark, his heart broods
callous too seems, the sun at noon
“if God’s real, grant me love’s boon
that tender touch of mother’s kiss”
the orphaned child gazed the moon
“get me out of this dark abyss”
choosing to take all life along
with God he began to commune
his spirit then sang a love song
the orphaned child gazed at the moon
Oh, my Lord! I'm quite a lonely lamb;
I know not which womb I've come from!
What I speak and do creates hostility.
I know not the difference between
Good and bad, as l learnt it not as a child
Resting my head in my mother's lap!
Having no parent to guide me rightly,
I request you to be by my side always,
And teach me the ways of the world!
Show me the right track to travel on;
Give me the wisdom to be righteous
In my outward expressions, while I speak,
And in my inward reflections, while I think!
Save me from becoming the laughing stock,
And set me to be the apple of people’s eye;
For I crave to taste the bliss of true love!
To be a strong man is a lesson to learn
We must deal with heartache after we are born
No sorrow, no remorse for any man
It must begin in childhood when your mind can ascend
Be tough with reality to see things as they are
To get beat over and over until you can't take no more
Fall down on your knees because your heart is weak
Try not to cry when you're trying to speak
We just get back up with standards and pride
Putting one foot in front of the other and don't break a stride
A smile on our face hides the hurt and pain
Distinguishing ourselves from a weak man of shame
No one to comfort us because we won't let you
Looking straight forward is the mindset we have to go through
It's a dangerous world if a man let it be
Because the man is an endangered species only if you could see
Caught in the in between
So cold there now
This time the pain rains down
So lonely now
So scared of what may never come
In a trance blinded by all I fear
How do I grow out side the datk
How do reach for something so far
So close to an end
I have not begun
Time is the enemy
Myself the casulity of in grained thoughts
A product of simply misconception
That I do not deserve anymore then what has been given
There is no consensus way to starting over in love
When all I see is my mistakes
I live with all this regret
A poster child for a failed marriage
What words I branded into everyone
Still burn today
Can't look into the reflection I see no depth
I feel remorse but have no belief
In me to look past and forgive myself
To move forward to state I will not repeat
But there is no guarantee that love will forgive again.
You don't text me anymore.
I don't blame you.
I gave you my number, but didn't save yours too.
You didn't wish me a happy New Year.
No fault of yours; I hold no fear.
I waited for a text, but stared at the blue,
Wondering why, but knowing what to do.
You don't text me anymore.
It's something I can't get out of my mind.
I told you I had a child;
you took it as something so mild.
You don't text me anymore.
It's sad but true:
you wanted everything I couldn't give you.
You don't text me anymore.
In silence, I grieve
because we had so much in common.
We could have been besties.
It can't be called "temptation" if you don't give in.
Telling me about every horrible thing
you've ever seen
I fell for your poetry,
but not you.
I thought I made that obvious;
unfortunately, you never had the slightest clue.
I'm not mad, but glad
that I got a chance to meet someone like you.
And I hope you'll realize that soon.
Please Sir
I have very little left
No brothers or sisters
No mother or father
I live in the streets
All alone
I beg for food when I can
But food doesn’t exist either
Please, Sir, I do have favor to ask
If you have even a single bomb left
Drop it on this innocent child
For I do not want to live any longer
Not in a world that does not exist
© Poem – IX/XXIII/MMXXIV
LRET
AFTER I finish my statement
as confessed I, my fear:
if you should ever leave me
i know we love each other very dearly
,more
than tears from clouds and how they
need sunbeams and then they make
Mayflowers in Spring
my breath of gentle touch
how the heavy Moon is twilights'first
thrushes may awake a pleasant country
and awake some world)selves
.La. da. Da Da Dada da
(how i would live without you in madness
or in mere death or both who is la guerre)
you could simply me. darling
how precious this point
of creative never known
how unspoken words were feeling
before words before the moon
before God wished Himself into a Father
and then even<
we love and crave smiles and hugs
and immemorial of whos and hows
and whens )
before
how each Soul and heartbeat touches me
which I kiss.
:: 06.05.2024 ::
To what does she owes this?
She asked in her grief
A little girl left with no belief
Of what it means to be a child
She yearns for love as
All other girls does
The lunch pack in the bag
The good night kiss on the head; the pat on the back
Yet, there she was
Sexually serving her father
Doing exactly what her mother does
Not willingly but met with force.
The drops of her tears falls nonchalantly
As an August sky parting a sigh.
The pain she harbors speak louder in silence
In her self talk lies the evidence.
snot
prissy child
stays aloof and alone
doesn’t socialize with others
must have her own way every single time
always hides feelings from herself
remains sad and lonely
acts uppity
snot
?????
Sing the songs of an angel.
Luminous blinding light at night.
Perpetual faith consumes the sight.
The woes of a crying child.
Pains my ears every night.
Slaughtered heart.
Venomous blood.
All I knew was pain.
Trusting my gut.
Begging for help.
Yet the pains are kept.
?????
You look lonely
Surrounded by hard plastic and
Lying under artificial yellow lights that reflect oddly off your pink newborn skin
Tiny fingers
Tiny toes
Synthetic oxygen mask
You’ve arrived a bit early little one
You’re exhausted mama’s arms have yet to joy in your gentle embrace
So, you’re daddy will stand guard for now
You’re not alone child
You’ll never be alone
So much on my mind
Too much to hold in
I try to share stories
But shut down again
Time after time
Beginning to end
Nobody listens
Unless.... about them
So I Write
My mind is in wonder
It thinks of the past
Little girl locked inside
Wants freedom at last
So what now?
The world's still spinnin'
Everyone seems scattered
Little girls become smitten
Lost in a maze
Running about
Stuck in a pattern
To find no way out
So I Wait....