Kids Sad Poems | Examples
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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
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
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
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
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.
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...
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.
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
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.
I promised to be home by Christmas
To see my kid and be with my family
But i didn't know the journey ahead
Would be my last
I thought i'd eat those fresh buns by morning
Now its noon and i've not arrived
And my phone has gone cold
I'm out of service
I hoped i could beat the traffic
by overtaking the traffic ahead
only to veer off the road
As i was avoiding to hit a kid crossing
I couldn't let myself hit the kid
I couldn't brake in time either
The kid looked terrified
and in that moment i saw my own kids
It's evening and still no sign
Everyone must be worried by now
Its gone dark on my side
and there's no way to ever come home
If you get to hear me now
Its sad i never got one last time
To say goodbye to you
Not a day goes by without thinking of you all
The PO£T
When your kids are grown your just a mom,
They call you to be their calm.
You’re not allowed to have advice,
Unless it’s about how to remove mice.
A friend sometimes you just want to be,
But as for feelings of the heart, you are only to agree.
The ache of them being no more a child,
With the tears of the past, you are allowed only a smile.
And with great satisfaction,
That you raised them right, and they get nothing more than an infraction.
Into pieces your heart breaks,
As tears fall into your morning cornflakes.
And you spend your day listening for a phone call,
That slowly fades into a night of listening to the sad and lonely rainfall.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2023
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.
She claims that when she was a child,
all that she craved mocked and beguiled.
The cool kids wouldn't play with her;
the others--she did not prefer.
In school and college, praise she'd earned
all went to others; she was spurned.
Then working days were just as grim.
Her chances to excel were slim.
The higher-ups all failed to see
how great an asset she could be.
Her colleagues' efforts to befriend
fell short, and she would never bend.
Her love relationships went sour,
each leaving her depressed and dour.
She hoped in her retirement years
that friendship would assuage her fears.
As time wore on, no neighbors came.
She cries and feels they are to blame.
This gray-haired hermit sits and groans.
"The world defeated me," she moans.
May 11, 2023
Contest Name: Anatomy of Melancholy
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Tatters, a tall funny clown
Is so famous in town
Always at a birthday party
Making kids extremely happy
But every trick or joke he makes
A disguise of his heartaches
Brought by his painful past
Grown at streets, feeling outcast
Parents died when he was ten
Adopted, abused and maltreated
He left home and went astray
His life went miserable everyday
Trying to cover up his sadness
Works at carnivals for madness
Entertaining people at parties
Loud laughter conceals
Within his bright costume
Are tattered clothes and soul
Struggling to hide his gloom
While trying to cheer us all
Jan 11, 2023 8.05am
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SECOND CHANCE
Contest Judged: 1/18/2023 1:39:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Place: 8 ( order 1,3,5,8,10, HM in multi-w)