Kids Sad Poems | Examples
These Kids Sad poems are examples of Sad poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Sad Kids poems written by international poets.
See
me here
in this yard
of tangled weeds
where I sit far back
and watch the passers-by
with a sinking feeling as
I settle into ground. Kids throw
rocks, smashing my windows, then run off
crying out I’m haunted. They’ve dimmed my eyes.
My painted skin, once pretty, is peeling.
My fixtures are broken; my floors cracked.
I smell decay all around me.
Old letters cram my mail box.
No longer a home with
the soothing sounds of
family, I
am just the
bones of
one.
We were kids
That took the low road
Growing up
On the edge
Of the sword
Bullying other school kids
And breaking the rules
It was dark
Cold-hearted pursuit
To cause pain
To these kids
Stealing their lunchtime monies
Homework, clothes, and shoes
Like puppets
Stripped of dignity
Their strings pulled
And life's tugged
They followed that lowest road
Throughout that sixth grade
They shoplift
Stole fishing hooks for the hood
Rods and reels
Food and snacks
And condoms just for practice
Their faces were sad
Years later
Gray, old, and dusty
I ask why
What reason
Was there to tear on their youth
And leave this world scarred
connie pachecho
3/17/26
Are you sad?
Nothing but fake news
Slow and steady
Drags me down
Kids will be kids
AP: Honorable Mnetion 2025
Killick Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
The weight of his dog on his mind
There were no makeups, makeovers
… there was a makeshift as death was calling
One sacrifice that could save his family
Out of reach, out of breath, out of gas
The boat rocked with the crashing waves
With the regular anchor broken
He said his Hail Marys and passed
The rocky shoreline begged for prayer
It was low tide in the most figurative way
As the white crest of waves fought the jagged rocks
Father, mother, and three kids kneeled at the altar
As the family pet that stood vigilant earlier
... now gone along with a lifetime of tears
About 100 yards from doom, the dog came to rest
Seagulls flying above are disappointed
Happiness is never being alone, or having to frown
Happiness to me is being a funny clown
Kids laugh and smile making life worth while
Yes, that's happiness to me. my funny clown
I go through life with a bright cheery smile
Making kids laugh for miles and miles
When the makeup comes off and I begin to frown
I think of those kids and my frown turns upside down
Loneliness is sad, it gets me down
So I hide my loneliness behind my clown
Adults are alright, and sometimes make me smile
But my clown and kids laughter make my life worth while
Got married
settled down
Bought a house
heart o’ town
Three kids later
left my job
Wife lost faith
ceaseless sobs
Bitter divorce
lost my shirt
Five human beings’
feelings hurt
Is there a way to
hold onto each other
For now I reside in ~
the garage of my brother
He hated airports
Hated the check-ins
The waiting
The food
Hated the boarding pleasantries
Really hated children sitting beside him
Women, men
Hated flying
Hated anything he couldn’t control
Hated the final destination
Dollars in passport
Hated the drive
The uncertainty
No protection
Hated thinking back
Life in general
His failings
Hated civilians
Mortgage, talk
Kids, relationships
Memories
Finally
The briefing
The nod to old friends
The familiar touch of metal
He surveyed his surroundings
The task ahead
The ultimate failure of his life
Life itself.
Hiz fingrs they did be tray him
koudn't keep tim to, uh, a beats
Hiz toz about awkwordlee the same
All left foots, Joe, of sadly sez, wur
Wer iz hop, wen kids kant reed or rit
An if they kant dants, they be to wit
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This is a composite of what I was dealing
with as a tutor, pre-COVID, by the way.
The kid who wrote this is now a high
school honors student... And if you be-
lieve that, I sell leak-proof cabins in the
African Rain Forest you might be inter-
ested in. ...
I close my eyes
so tired from the day's work
it takes everything out of me
when i get home i just don't
feel i can give 100% to my kids
I keep pushing myself
till i can't go any further
so i close my eyes,
because i'm tired
Idiots, idiots everywhere.
Don’t wear a mask because they just don’t care.
Don’t care if they pass this disease on to you.
Don’t care about your kids or your parents too.
Idiots, idiots running all around
Their knuckles must hurt - this is solid, constructed ground!
Idiots, idiots don’t listen to the word of scientific advice - they ‘fink’ it all absurd!
They don’t have a working mind!
Idiots, idiots who think Johnson tells no lies!
Will be idiots, idiots and idiots until the day they die.
It’s Christmas Eve, fire
lovers by the hearth, others
unanimous flee
Camp Pendleton, soldiers, spouse,
kids presently forfeit gifts
a fire warms the heart, the Christmas tree — bonds true lovers in ecstasy
a fire lights up morphed lives — creek fire sends smiles, rosy cheeks into cruel night
12/24/2020
Tanka and two monokus
*A sad fire on Christmas Eve. Camp Pendleton-area evacuates around 7,000 in the early morning hours. The wildfire is dubbed the Creek Fire.
Holes fill up every part of her soul,
Holes complete her void,
They fill the gaps between her dreams,
The gaps that once were joined,
And she has no idea of the love that once grew,
Grew from inside her soul,
The warmth that had been every part of her life,
Had become the emptiest cold,
Still, she walks in this yard alone every day,
Not smelling the flowers of spring,
Walking blind to the feeling of life,
The life she had been involved in,
And sits on a bench with no feeling, nothing,
No feeling from her broken down heart,
Beside the graves of all of her kids,
Her kids who’d been blown apart.
Violence on TV seems a big part of each show
Cartoons educate kids with a half hour of blows
Us humans are obsessed
With violence, my guess
Are love and compassion no longer in vogue
She wakens from a dream. The phone just rang!
The dream about her kids now flees her head.
They’re gone - her nest of children! And that bird
who’d built a nest with her has snuck from bed.
She treads the hall, then hears his lowered voice.
He’s saying, “Dear, I’m sorry we’re apart.”
She knows the time has come to make the choice-
to stay or go. . . and faster pounds her heart.
She takes two bags she’d packed two weeks ago
and places underneath the tree a note,
the one she wrote the day there came first snow
of winter when she’d run without a coat
and screamed into a night that streamed white tears.
A plane awaits; she leaves her shackling fears.
Dec. 8, 2018 for
Dear Heart's A Sad Christmas - December 2018 Writing Challenge - Poetry Contest
I’m the swing that swung and now I’m still,
Never to sail again,
Never to hear the sound of laugh,
I remember the days of when
The kids would float and kick and laugh,
Each kid wanting to fly,
All believing the dream of defeating the ground,
And nobody asking why
They could reach so high without a care,
In the air it was them that flew,
Not fearing about any possible hurt,
Not troubled one bit about who
Would come to their aid, would fix every scratch,
They didn’t need to care,
About adult stuff, writing or spelling,
This was the only place where
They could be a kid, but now they’ve grown
And left me lying around,
Left me hanging here broken down and sad,
Alone in this quiet playground.