With Child(P) Poems - Poems about With Child(P)

The Void

I look over at my family
Laughing and smiling
Not paying attention to me
Or the deep void within my heart
Do they ever wondering what its like?
To wake up each morning, consumed by the gaping hole in your chest.

My dog and me

My dog and me

Nobody noticed the hole deep within my heart
Only visible to me
Only felt by me
16- The teenage dream and yet I had never felt more alone
The childlike wonder had disappeared
Completely gone
My innocence taken from me by the cruelty of time
I began to question what had happened
What had gone so wrong?
I then realised this

Toy full days

A jet-racing,
etch-a-sketches
the clean shook sky.
Scripting in exhausted letters,
that are to tired
to stay.

Untitled

We were young,
no accident,
brittle are branches
snapping
of fragility.
They say,
there's blood
in a tree's bark...
And the pain comes,
with chopping
of the wood.
We can't be blamed
for loss of innocence
to the grey swirly
of constant clouds,
watching us
since we were
knee hide,
delivering
fore-boding
nightmares.....

BEACH

BEACH
water
sandy shore


picking up seashells
making big sand castles
playing in the blue water


"lasting beach dreams of childhood days"

What was his problem??

What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.

What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense of commitment.

What was his problem?
Looking at every possible thing in life
and trying to enjoy it,
even when he was suffering deep inside.

What was his problem?
When he was told he should be

Bitter truths for tiny forks

food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest

nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which could be poison
like veggies appear to be
to a child with veg decree

one bite - that's the pact
then child can eat another
food morsel they like
each taste an invitation
to get braver by

Thought of the day

when was the last time we danced in the rain ~
oh, how we wish to be a child again

The Child

Entertain a child,  
And their minds will be with you.  
Sing a song to a child,  
And their focus stays on you.  
Teach a child,  
And you'll unlock the door to their imagination.  
Read to a child,  
And you’ll pave the way for their minds to wander and

Epilogue

  This child
once collected
cute
little buttons
and
stamps.
Innocence
gets replaced
once
we become
adults
and its sad
like a loss
of simple
of joy,
like collecting
the shells
and hearing
waves simmer
in their place
of birth.
I wish
we could have
stayed
as children
as they didn't
destroy
just played
with toys
and dolls.
Amused.....  

A black mothers sacrifice

Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion 
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt 
Buy she knew this was the right decision 

She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her

ink's strange health effects

Hegseth’s hateful inked tattoos stink
Women all know he's rinky-dink
As his antidote
He’ll rescind girl’s vote
But undressed now Peter does shrink

X1: Memory: Child-hood

The voices i have,
screaming
in the middle
of my dreams,
The xmas trees
mean
nothing
to me,
The spirit
is not here
No joy,
plastic plates
and the deli meats
and salads
we ordered.
The food,
was premium,
succulent
was the chicken
and turkey
and the ham and
beetroot,
but empty
of his
bellow laughs
and my mother's
complaining.
Sad as never sober
on xmas day
I wish
the whole
family
was here
together.

Reflection

Reflection. What is it to you?
Reflection. What is it to me?

To me, it is a look back into yesterday
In search of ancestral wisdom.

To me, it is a beneath the surface consideration
Of my present situation in hope of obtaining
Gratification and a measure of growth herein.

To me, it is a hopeful and visual anticipation
Of a better tomorrow.

To

To the mother they stole

To my mama they stole,

I dont blame you for what was done
You sacrificed your life for my childhood
You fought for my right of innocence 
You spoke so I could have freedom

It's not your fault
You were just born black
I'm not old enough to understand why
But i do understand your love
I feel it even in your absence

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