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.


Premium MemberA Forgotten Home

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.


Premium MemberThe Sixth Grade Bully Lost



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

Premium MemberWolf in sheep's clothing

Are you sad?
Nothing but fake news
Slow and steady
Drags me down
Kids will be kids



AP: Honorable Mnetion 2025

Premium MemberMahem Mayday Machiavellian

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

Premium MemberHappiness

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


Premium MemberMarriage Disparaged

 


  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

Premium MemberLife

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.
© Paul Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberComposition Class, 2019

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   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



   _________________________________
   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. ...

Premium MemberTired

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
kid

Premium MemberIdiots, Idiots, Idiots

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.

Premium MemberChristmas Eve By the Fire

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.

Premium MemberPolitics: American Bullet Holes

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.

Premium MemberViolence On Tv

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

Premium MemberA Sad Christmas

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

Premium MemberA Broken Swing

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.

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