Short My Kids Poems
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I bought myself four yogurts
by morn they were all eaten
Bought my kids four more
~ unsweetened
they are my joy
have girl and a boy
they are my life
for them i do right
so much i won't do
i tell you
I LOVE MY KIDS TOO
The zoo
Is so crowded
Aquarium I choose
That is so nice
Fine, then.
My kids love it.
Fish are lovely creatures
We will have fun.
Form:
my kids once called me
the walking problem solver
~ I am the problem
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win
Today I tried and fell astray
With students I tried to convey
With my Kids I pleaded
A degree is needed
Tomorrow is another day
they love that stuff
slide and bust
and fall make snow balls
snow man fiil there cans
like the wind to blow
MY
KIDS
LOVE THE SNOW
I never yell at my kids. I lean in very close and then whisper.
I've found this method to be more effective and a hell of a lot more scarier.
riding down
listen to the sounds
on a hiway
i must say
i did with my kids
we got start
and didn't have time to park
DRIVING IN THE DARK
I apologize not for sleeping all day
in this home where my kids put me away
if I wanted to be awake, I would be
I hate being here said sad lonely me
I first learned to dance when I was four
But my kids won't let me do it no more
They say I look like a perv
The way I wiggle a swerve
They say I even embarrass the floor
So much on my mind,
So much to do,
So little time,
Can't wait to unwind,
sit back that time,
And know that all of these trials,
Will be worth our wild.
I love my kids..
After so many years working remotely
For the sake of my kids and family
It is glorious to know
Of my expertise I can crow
And our cash flow has increased most radically!
SAMWAIN
There was something about Halloween
Maybe even more than had ever been
Wearing that old scary stuff
With all the dirt in that fluff
I’m just trying to keep my kids clean
Tearful scared face sobs
Implosion of mute whispers
Two reflection pools
Host ghostly towers of light
I see my kids bring flowers...
for Carolyn Devonshire's Contest " Remembering 9/11"
the child is father of the man
...got that right
...my kids taught me how to become one
We will survive
Put a hot soup to table
No jobs to find yet still hope
We will survive
Get me a job
Save my kids
We will survive
Poverty will become history
Our shame to work on
You, my friend make me a child again
Unlocking the silliness I hide in my brain
No dirty jokes, I tell my kids
With eyes firm under the lids
But laughing at your poop jokes, I can’t restrain
My kids are always crying.
I’ve tried trains and games and Lego Sets
But I don’t know what they like.
Exhausted, I turn on the TV
All is quiet. Together,
we sip apple juice and watch cartoons
driving home
for Christmas
in the snow
my kids wait -
their faces
surely glow
white blinds me -
too slowly
I must go
Dec. 11, 2018 for charles' messina's Charlieku 3-3-3 Poetry Contest
I first worked as guard
Slept in the cold like a dog
With a degree in therapy
rotting in my hut, never was I happy
But when my kids saw me
They saw a father
Coming from work with candies and cookies
I'm going to have dessert and put up my feet
At nine o'clock myself is who I'm going to treat
Nine o'clock is my favorite time of the day
It's 8:59 get out of my way
nine o'clock is when my kids go to sleep
to me you see
theyer my pride and joy
i have girl and a boy
i try to rasie the right
theyer or my light
to a better day
i have no time to play
also i wear a wig
to save money honey
i do this for
MY KIDS
my deepest regret,
is not one for forgiveness;
i gave up to be,
their first heartbroken mess.
how did leaving my kids,
become a choice I made?
they deserve more than love!
i deserve worse than hate!
Feeling so broken hearted
Over wanting them near
We should never have parted
They should be right here
To continue what we started
Our first days I hold so dear
In my heart, broken hearted
Until together, forever near.
Form:
(tune of Jingle Bells)
Getting old
Feeling old
Hair is going grey
I’m so old
So I’ve been told
It’s what my kids all say
Hey
Looking old
Acting old
Why is it this way?
I’m so old
So I was told
By my teen today