My Children Poems | Examples of My Children Poetry

Being teased is a horrible fate, Children do this all the time without a quake. Not realizing the pain they cause, ...Read the rest...

Parades police tape Shots fired active shooter Nearby children play ...Read the rest...

Green eggs and ham or was that snot? Little people get sick a lot!!...Read the rest...

There is no match for the strawberry patch When my girls and I go to pickin! We look for the big, red luscious delights And joyfully smile when they come into sight. “I got one, oh look there are...Read the rest...

Brush off your ant bites. Blind eye the hornets sting. Gone so long with ways of violence. Creatures having done nothing wrong. But it’s fine “they aren’t important”. Legs or wings or hair you just can’t bare. Squash and flush because...Read the rest...

Today I’m thankful for children and for John F. Kennedy.. Who said: Children are the messages we send to a time we will not see. ...Read the rest...

The other night at work I had mellow ’60’s music playing in the store when a couple carrying their young son entered through the door. Guessing someone’s age the more I age is harder and harder for...Read the rest...

23 April 2024 8:57 PM Suffer the little children to come unto me Today was a passover Yeshua would have made a top memory A great log house alive with goats and fowl Two little dogs playing...Read the rest...

The little boy had cried He's all watery-eyed He should not have lied His sister really knew Her eyes black and blue Her brother threw the shoe She, feeling sad Went and told dad But thought...Read the rest...

Nights that smell of dew, days that smell of fresh grass, flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time, leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant. Slippery days missed somewhere...Read the rest...

They were bigger than me! Couldn't get free. Circled around, Until I fell on the ground! ...Read the rest...

What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly playing, a paring knife in my hand? It gives...Read the rest...

We have a choice, On how many children will turn out, And by throwing the parents under a bus, For the Wolves and Jackals to fight over, The outcome for the children will always be the same. When we we...Read the rest...

The older I grow…the longer I’m on this spot I think our understanding about guardian angels needs to be re-thought. We tend to think of our guardian angels as sprits who, without making a fuss, are always...Read the rest...

Shattered Can people not see the shattered soul inside of me The silent cries and the...Read the rest...