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.


The Cheer of the Season

I want to feel the cheer of the season;
I really, really do!
All the kids are waiting for Santa to visit,
Relishing the prospect of new gifts and joy.
Sometimes they receive them, sometimes they don’t;
Sometimes they wish the sleigh would stop by,
And Santa would drop off a small gift of delight.
Some ask for light and warmth, a little glee to share,
Wrapped in a blanket of love and giggles.
Some long to forget hunger and pain, even for just a day.
We give gifts; we choose a child in need,
And try to spread the joy of the season—
But mostly, I feel the cold and the freeze.
Just look around and see—
More kids in need, more kids in pain.
My soul feels almost empty,
But some laughter fills it up.
My heart languishes often,
Longing for the missing piece that I can’t find.
Maybe I am a villain
Who can't embrace the joy.


Premium MemberWolf in sheep's clothing

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



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Winter Blues

They call it winter blues,
But birds steal my sleep at dawn,
The coffee scalds my tongue,
And my showers are ice cold.

They call it winter blues,
But ice-cream paints the sidewalks,
Kids’ laughter clouds the words before me,
And the sun won’t surrender to the moon.

They call it winter blues,
But handshakes are sweaty,
And hugs are cold.

They call it winter blues,
But ain’t the tranquil ocean blue?
The celestial sky?
And the ‘welcome baby boy’ balloons?

They call it winter blues,
But winter’s just a season —
Why does it linger all year long?
© Sarah M.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberThe World So Blue

I soar above the heavens, now,
yet still I feel so sad, somehow.
For as I'm gazing down at earth,
I fear mankind has lost his worth—
 
Our planet looks so blue from here,
the skies are cloudy, dark and unclear.
I'll shed a tear, one single drop,
cover heartaches, pray it will stop.
 
My spirit has left its mortal shell.
I'm bound for heaven, maybe hell?
I won't be here to see the pain,
humanity's crying falls like rain.
 
Kids stay in, they miss so much fun,
before they know it, summer's done,
all that sunshine just gone to waste,
Xbox and Wii are more their tastes.
 
People don't trust strangers anymore,
they cower in fear behind closed doors.
Old man on the road, they'll surely pass.
Assessments have never been so crass.
 
Homeless lie dying and cold in the street,
babies with not enough food to eat,
children with mom, however, no dad...
Where is the happiness we once had?
 
I fly high beside the silvery moon
our world, a tear-filled water balloon,
yes, I'm up here, you're below, 'tis true—
I have never seen the world so blue...

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

Suppression

Were suppressed
The kids are depressed
The scary tango till death
We scream till were out of breath
It’s dangerous
We dance beneath the stars
While covered in scars
We march to the dead beat
Till the death tastes sweet

A Man Was Shot Outside My Suburban Home

Something about the new
Stage behind the red swagger
Green TVs, living that luxury
Almost getting lost with the sullen
Eagles lifted to heaven level
Gray in the garden bed
I’m painted yellow and 
Glowing like a scarecrow 
Angel among the dead heads
Smoked up across America 
Smoked up in back yards, kitchens
Bedrooms, smoked to heaven 
And hell and found a way back
To sleep before work starts
I’m molded in the sealing
Of your bathroom tile watching 
Scum blossom. Lost in the open
Neck draining on park pavement
Only good men chase bad kids 
Everyone knows he was loaded 

Days after, we found bullet holes 
Through the walls, bullets lodged
In the door of our car. I almost 
Thought I’d find a hole through
My heart. Three days past the  
Rude waking and I’d find a bullet 
Still burning some hell through me

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

Madness

All kids count their ABC's 
But this kid could not learn with ease 
Made him frail, made him weak 
Laughed and teased every week 

Day after day week after week 
Taking it all, too afraid to speak 
When he threatened to take it all away 
They laughed and left him to go play 

Filled with anger, filled with sadness 
Why won't anyone listen to his madness? 

All kids sing there 1 2 3's 
But this kid could not learn with ease 
Going home to tell his mom 
Of how they threatened to strap him to a bomb 
But she told him to get out of her face 
For she has a liquor bottle in his place 

Filled with anger, filled with sadness 
why won't anyone listen to his madness 

Kids all learn to run and swing 
And this kid, too, could learn to swing 
He swung from a rope 
Made out of a coat 
Face drained of color 
For his mom to discover 

Filled with relief, finally ok 
All his madness finally drew him insane.
© truly lost  Create an image from this poem.

You and Me

Do you remember when we were kids 
The pledge we made together 
You and me against the world 
You and me forever 

And when we vowed to always be true 
To love, till death do us part 
When you placed the ring on my finger
To you, I gave my whole heart 

So how did it go from such happiness 
To a heart that constantly aches 
Tears running down my face every night 
Showing your greatest mistakes 

You were the meaning to my life 
You were my sun and my glory 
But you played around with our love 
And wrote the ending to our story 

They say that time will dry your tears 
Your broken heart will be freed 
That time will heal your wounds and scars 
So why do mine still bleed 

How did I not see it coming...I guess 
Some things I never will know  
When did your heart stop loving me
When did your heart let me go 

So with pen in hand, you sign your name 
But this time it set you free 
This time it’s left me alone 
And gone forever, is you and me 

Will I be able to move on from here 
When you're all that I ever knew 
Will I ever smile and be happy again 
When my everything always was you...

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.

Too Many Chances You've Been Granted

I'm a heartless bit-- you say
Getting my way every day
But I do not call this livin'
With the chances you were givin'
How many times did I hear
I am sorry with a tear
In your eyes so I don't leave
Always making me believe
You will try and do more
So I don't leave out the door
I beg and plead, saying please
Open up and talk to me
But your silent and emotions
Stay inside while my devotion
Starts to fade less when you lie
Saying you'll get help and try
To respect, listen and do
More for helping me and you
Make this relationship last longer
But something is really wrong here
With each week and year that passes
I'm seeing through X-Ray glasses
The hollowness in your heart
That is tearing us apart
When I ask you what is wrong
You say nothing's going on
And everything is just fine
Lines I've heard too many times
I want truth and honesty
That's the only way I'll be
Willing to give in and bend
One more chance, but in the end
I will be heartless and cruel
If you use me like a fool
You'll see then my way I'll get
When I take the kids and let
You be alone with no one
While I'm enjoying life and fun

Meeting

Here a woman and man sit on a bench.
The man beside her holding her hand
The woman weeps. The man is praying,
So it seems - we do not stare, although
They are both loving souls, it’s plain.

See the flowers lit with sunset glow.

It’s evening in the park at summer time.
Earlier in the day there was a band,
But now there is no music playing.
Parents have taken younger children home.
The evening’s fine. It will not rain.

Older kids on bikes buzz to and fro.

Here a woman and man sit on a bench.
The man beside her holding her hand
They’ve done all the talking they can do.
And they’ve finished all their crying too.
And now the time comes round again.

They release their hands. It’s time to go.
© John Blake  Create an image from this poem.

An Apology To All the Messed Up Kids

To all the kids that had it rough 
That when you were behind your home's walls, things got tough 
Hearing your parent's screams bounce off the walls.
Listening through the cracks, their spiteful words making you fall 


To all the kids that love the most 
Even though they weren't given an example at home 
Seeing shattered plates and broken bones 
You couldn't tell anyone, you were so alone 


To all the oldest siblings that had to be strong
and shield your younger siblings from the terrors on your home turf 
You didn't even get to be a child 
At a young age, you were no longer naive and in denial 


To all the kids that remembered everything 
All the scars inflicted and all the tears shed 
All your screams and cries are muffled by the pillow in your bed.
All the words you wanted to shout out but were left unsaid.


I am so sorry for what you went through you didn't deserve it the least.
You were only a child supposed to have good memories within reach 
But what was exposed to our fragile bodies and mind 
Might haunt you till the end of time.

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