Kids Prose Poetry Poems

We used to celebrate the fourth of July with our cousins.
Barbecuing food, and attending the parade up town on the square.
Sometimes we decorated our bikes...

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I felt tears trickling down. After so many years. All persevering truce is a magnificent allegory , measuring minuscule salt portions with a grandiose precaution....

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it comes  at winter time
its white   and can shine
some comes down light
to me it s out of sight
as kids we play snow...

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In a far off place in a cold cold land there lived a man called Mr. Mack. The place he lived in was called Kirkland...

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drove for thirty minutes to the subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, and reached Queen's Park....

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My wife and I enter a restaurant across the street from the airport, our kids in tow. There is quite a crowd with little room...

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Deep in dust
Lost in the swamp
Drowned by the heavy wind
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch

Then who?

Molded and melted in...

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Willie was a boy astronaut
the first one allowed in outer space
Not a commander, but a commander-in-training
Every night, he was on another adventure

Can he ever just...

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Let’s have some barbeque, Ma.
It isn’t the fourth yet, Pa.
Close enough. Let’s paint stars.
On the fence? Why not?
We are patriots, aren’t we?

The stars got painted...

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Fall in love with your new brothers and sisters said the Mom.
So, they did their best, and it was not always easy.
This was the family...

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Lester’s parents decided to homeschool him.
Mommy and Daddy had both been bullied when they were kids.
Kids are horrible, they told Lester.
We will not have any...

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Howling winds of Kansas made us cry out that August
We felt threatened.
Sounded like a train 
Then deadly quiet
Tornado was here

Someone yelled “get the kids!”
We survived...

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I see why kids want to be sent to the office
The office is a “happening place” – I mean truly busy 
Every second someone is...

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Anger whisked herself into a gray frenzy of clouds, bordering on black.
A snow blizzard might be on her way; the wind picked up. I looked...

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I
Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day
Through this time here, I must turn senses away
From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes"
And even ears from...

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