My Child Poems | Examples of My Child Poetry

Not sure when it started at 6 staying out of a brutally violent household taking to the unforgiving streets. The streets became my teacher and family albeit dangerous life lessons learned from a merciless source. Spiritual and corporal sorrow from father’s beatings, his cruel degradation too much to bear, as everyone stood by watching me bleed. At 13, befriending teens from troubled homes,...

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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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When their years then approach teenage In manual work they must engage So they’re sent out to earn a wage Some are sent to work in the pit A filthy world that’s candle lit To help owner make huge profit The collier men there hack and hack With pick axes they break the rock To win those tons of precious black Those colliers are...

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i remember being a child longing for someone to hear my scream a scream i never screamed a cry i never cried feeling like i was the only one with eyes wishing someone was wise enough to see what was happening begging someone to realize how broken my lonely heart really was...

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was it really that big of a deal if we were both just kids our minds snapped shut like lids brainwashed by whats bad and good too scared to come out with the truth nothing ever came smooth these thoughts these anxieties they only get worse i needed someone to soothe me im just a little girl please stop touching me like that i dont like it im...

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My twin was delusional, he thought he was a star He told me people recognized him, near and far Strangers gave him thumbs up, pretty women smiled Within him they saw the soul of a child. I said "Jerry, no offense, you are poor at conversation People yawn, go away, for the dialog duration You lack warmth, enthusiasm, any vital spark You're...

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Demilade Ayomiposi Malia Joseph by Adejola Joseph an award winning poet. Author of Cracks On The Walls . Demilade Spring out of ocean Water in the desert My sweetest princess You are the epitome of beauty Virtuous than all the glamours of rubies My daughter My pearl I love you so much I love you....

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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...

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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I slowly make my way, eyeing the perfect place to perch— the bench sitting in the full sun, caressing my face with its rays. I’m drawn to the light and shy away from the shade. It gives me a reason to be alive as I watch the children run around. So many years spent at the park; now I am here with my greats, wishing...

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I’m losing a battle I did not choose to fight in, I have waited nearly fourteen years for freedom. There is still no stopping him. I lay next to someone I adore and He still clogs my thoughts like hair in drainage. I glance at my love as they sleep, Peaceful and snoring softly, And I wish I could...

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I was born in absence— not just of a father, but of the myth of one. Raised by silence, I searched for manhood in shadows and wounds. My name is Oedipus rewritten— not in fate, but in affection never given. My sister wears men like seasons, because no one taught her what protection felt like. A home is soul-architecture: a mother to nurture, a father to protect. Remove one— the child...

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Comeback-Shirley, starting early, I'm the sparkle that teases night. Worship, the Madonna baby! Comeback-Shirley Foam hair curlers set loose coils tight. Strawberry cheeks, fans wish to see. Appearances, tilt the glass right. Put your sugar bowl out, missy. The world shall call you its sunlight. Stolen cradle, aren't you in glee? Comeback-Shirley...

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I'm learning to have the nurture of a woman because of you I thank my sister for bringing a vibrant flower into this world I see more color start to hue. Having a little sidekick, another little sister You're silly and ready to go You act like you can take over the world Violet, I hope you see...

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I'm secretly a genius, trouble is, I'm the only one who knows about it. I'm much too shy to show it, and I'm much too mad to keep it constant. I'm either busy laying in my bed, missing out. Or overworking myself to the point of exhaustion. There's no in-between. And that, my friends, is...

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