My Child Poems | Examples of My Child Poetry

Bitter truths for tiny forks

food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest

nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which could be poison
like veggies appear to be
to a child with veg decree

one bite - that's the pact
then child can eat another
food morsel they like
each taste an invitation
to get braver by

Thought of the day

when was the last time we danced in the rain ~
oh, how we wish to be a child again

The Child

Entertain a child,  
And their minds will be with you.  
Sing a song to a child,  
And their focus stays on you.  
Teach a child,  
And you'll unlock the door to their imagination.  
Read to a child,  
And you’ll pave the way for their minds to wander and

Epilogue

  This child
once collected
cute
little buttons
and
stamps.
Innocence
gets replaced
once
we become
adults
and its sad
like a loss
of simple
of joy,
like collecting
the shells
and hearing
waves simmer
in their place
of birth.
I wish
we could have
stayed
as children
as they didn't
destroy
just played
with toys
and dolls.
Amused.....  

A black mothers sacrifice

Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion 
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt 
Buy she knew this was the right decision 

She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her

ink's strange health effects

Hegseth’s hateful inked tattoos stink
Women all know he's rinky-dink
As his antidote
He’ll rescind girl’s vote
But undressed now Peter does shrink

X1: Memory: Child-hood

The voices i have,
screaming
in the middle
of my dreams,
The xmas trees
mean
nothing
to me,
The spirit
is not here
No joy,
plastic plates
and the deli meats
and salads
we ordered.
The food,
was premium,
succulent
was the chicken
and turkey
and the ham and
beetroot,
but empty
of his
bellow laughs
and my mother's
complaining.
Sad as never sober
on xmas day
I wish
the whole
family
was here
together.

Reflection

Reflection. What is it to you?
Reflection. What is it to me?

To me, it is a look back into yesterday
In search of ancestral wisdom.

To me, it is a beneath the surface consideration
Of my present situation in hope of obtaining
Gratification and a measure of growth herein.

To me, it is a hopeful and visual anticipation
Of a better tomorrow.

To

To the mother they stole

To my mama they stole,

I dont blame you for what was done
You sacrificed your life for my childhood
You fought for my right of innocence 
You spoke so I could have freedom

It's not your fault
You were just born black
I'm not old enough to understand why
But i do understand your love
I feel it even in your absence

When they failed black kids without homes

Her hair stood out
Reaching for the skies
Wishing on every star at night
Someone would hear her cries
Her need to have a life she doesn't just have to survive 

The chaos of hair confused
Unsure how to keep it or what to do
She is the only one in the room
That had hair that flew 
Just a child without

The eyes of a child

Look at a ladybug 
happily frolicking
on a plant
Count all her 
little black dots 
and let her crawl 
onto your hand

Keep watching as she
spreads her wings 
and carefully picks 
her moment to fly 
Watch how her red
catches the sunlight 
as if seeing this
for the very first time

Look through the eyes 
of a child, amazed 
because you

Heart

Heart 
encourages 
to look with 
a child's eye

Dear dad,

Dear dad,

Why could you have been like other dads, who play with their kids and not mess with heads at such a young age. You put me in this fake situation that how you were raising me was ideal and the right way, but after years of finally know that’s not true. Me raising you

Why Dad?

Why Dad?

Why did you have to go

Why did you leave me

Why did you pretend something never happened 

Why did you put me in this situation 

Why did you yell at me

Why did you tell me you still loved my mom

Why did you leave me with trauma 

Why did you lie to me

Why did you overdose

The breeze gently laughs at my window, with the innocence of a child who knows no evil

The breeze gently laughs at my window, with the innocence of a child who knows no evil,
Carrying dust and rain, gently laying them in front of the window that leads to dreams,
There were days when I took my canvas into the garden, where the flowers knew my secret,
I would stretch my arms and mix colors

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