Kids Prose Poetry Poems

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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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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Today is going to be super easy for some
And yet incredibly difficult for others
Easy because it is the last day before winter break
Which used to...

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My mother had the energy of a five-ring circus
She refused to walk with slow people
unless they let her run circles around them while she walked

She...

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Sugar Lily did not know her grandma well
But she recognized her smile as friendly
Her parents were excited to be off on their own
They acted like...

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I can hear the screams of happy children a block away from the square
It is the fourth of July, the only day we have a...

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CRT calculating - I saw this from the beginning as one of my husband’s kin-in-laws began to ask questions or inquire as wanting to pick,...

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The other kids were being snapped up in buckets taken to new homes.
The last one in the orphanage after a while, LeeAnn renamed herself.
I am...

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Trixie was a wild woman at six; she ran not only all over the neighborhood
She was undisciplined, a pirate, an Amazon woman, a leader among...

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I was taught to be shy, demure, sweet, God-fearing, quiet.
It was not my real self, but it is what was drummed into me.
I was too...

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