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50 poems tagged CHILDREN


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Mar 13, 2023

Daffodils smell sweet. / Your deep dimples bring out my smile with / such ease. / There is joy in knowing your existence is my / peace. / I long to see you, especially the day you run into my arms and / nothing else will matter. / It is only a matter of time till we exchange our embraces. / / This…  sign in to read more »

»I cry for you, my beloved daughter«

by Mduduzi Cedrick Mokoena, Sep 22, 2021

I do not owe my family a thing / For they’ve raised me with affronts / And frowns / When I remember their soft / sweet jargon that impaired my soul / rain drops within my face. / / hated and banished as an outcast / In that midnight winter with wavering / And shivering of my body pleading for / For mercy…  sign in to read more »

»Happy Birthday to dearest love one«

by Jahangir Kashif, Feb 15, 2021

Today is the day when an angel was born. / You, the most precious child of this era. / The person who was so pure and beautiful. / The day you born, known for the day of love ones. / Happy birthday dear. / With your shine and God blessings. / This day and ever after will be fullfiled with happiness for…  sign in to read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 13, 2019

The flower of beauty. / Rare in its shape and color. / Daffodils are adorable. / Roses are cliche. / Lilies are vanity. / The hydra…  sign in to read more »

»The bear«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 13, 2019

Hunting and scavenging the land, / with its paw the landscape is being / re-written. Paving its own path, growling / in anticipation of any threats. / It harnesses the energy of / mother nature as it travels and / grows. Each step, each breathe, / each victory it grows. / / This poem is dedicated to my…  sign in to read more »

»childrens world«

by Wontsuthung Humtsoe Joseph, Jun 7, 2017

deep affection and fondness do we need / encouragement we are to be given / provide us calm and tranquil times / but isolated never let us feel / for we are the children / and the world, the near future / next to nature are we / makes a place better and astonishing / then guide us from all / factors affect…  sign in to read more »

»2016 - This Bitch of Year«

by Dzumbu Mmbara, Oct 6, 2016

It's not a boy's dream / this bitch of a year, boay / to wake up fatherless / longing for the better days / when bitter and better / didn't dwell much further apart / / It's not a father's dream / this bitch of a year, boay / to walk to your daughter's lifeless body / It's no a sleep she is not waking up…  sign in to read more »

»Turn off the lights«

by Maureen Direro, Sep 15, 2016

Turn off the lights, / let's stop the fights, / look in to my eyes, / there is no price... / / Now watch as a word, / turns into a touch... / And a touch turn into a pulse... / / / No need to rush, / we have the whole night, / To bear witness to our love, / its just you and I, / and none of the world... / / Let…  sign in to read more »

»Martha Berry«

by Bo Lanier, Aug 30, 2016

Pretty and privileged young lady of Rome... / Rome Georgia that is didn't see the world / through her rich father's eyes, no she / saw poor mountain folk struggling to / survive and barely getting by when she / could have anything she wanted and / the best education money can buy / but that only made her…  sign in to read more »

»The heavy load«

by Maureen Direro, Aug 7, 2016

I have seen the world, / I have seen cruelty before me, / I have seen cruelty within me. / I have raised a life singlehandedly, / While the father wants a relationship with me / But not his child. / I have cried endless tears, / And I have made grown men cry. / Shunning myself from love, / Avoiding the same…  sign in to read more »

»Children of the Divine«

by Bo Lanier, Dec 28, 2015

Well and I am you and you are me / We are one, one in the same / Breathe deep the spirit of life now / There's no power on Earth like the / Power of us, there's nothing stronger / Than the strength of love and where / There is faith in God there can be no / Fear as he draws us near, as he draws / Us near to…  sign in to read more »

»Kid and life«

by Milad Khk, Sep 17, 2015

I was a little kid. / A kid was full of need. / A need was full of heed. / A heed was full of beet. / A pure feel, a healthy mind. / A little keen, a wealthy rhymed, / there was not money in my little hand. / there was not funny out of land. / A little land, out of other hand. / A little land, found by no…  sign in to read more »

»For Felicia«

by Melissa Reddy, Jul 16, 2015

Her light luminously radiates through tired eyes, her body is refreshed as the / night gives birth to the sun and her soul revitalized by the memory of her Fathers promise: / Hebrews 10:22-24 / / How beautiful this flower that is laid before me, / A precious gift that is bestowed upon me. / How it…  sign in to read more »

»Babes in Arms«

by Maria Sharon Moemise, May 22, 2015

If you were just a little child / In a word resembling the wild / where your parents are the beasts / huge fangs awaiting, you as their feast / / If you were that sleepy little one / Awoken by the sound of a blazing gun / Waking to violent prods and painful poking / Not your mommy's loving, gentle stroking…  sign in to read more »

»Power of words«

by Shylet Noma Clint Mncube, Nov 6, 2014

When I was but a young girl I just loved opposites, then I didn't know they attract. / Defying the odds and always being the odd one out, now I only find out it's what they call gender. / Female, feminine, phenomenal are words I started understanding when I became a young woman. / Pubic, puberty is not…  sign in to read more »

»Save the Children of GAZA«

by Moipone Tsoka, Sep 11, 2014

How can a praying and religious nation be so cruel towards another nation? / You Soldier how dare you point your gun at an innocent child and pull the trigger / How dare you fall on your knees and pray then go and throw your bombs at the innocent people / Somebody save the children of Gaza because it…  sign in to read more »

»The Voice, Guess who?«

by Shylet Noma Clint Mncube, Aug 4, 2014

I love lonely hearts. / I hate faithful partners. / I love married women and men they are my easy target. / Temptation is my trend. / I hate it when people block me. / I love teenagers who are going through adolescence and life challenges. / I hate it when they abstain. / Guess who? / / I lie but who doesn'…  sign in to read more »

»Our Cultures Forgotten«

by Sibusiso Blessing Ntsaluba, Jun 25, 2014

Our Cultures Forgotten, / Mother Tong Never Spoken, / Equality never shared and Friendship never cherished. / / We are lost by our fathers, abandoned by our mothers / laughed at by our neighbors, taken grant-age by our friends / and even killed by our loved ones. / / Our Souls are no more treasured, Money…  sign in to read more »

»The love of my mother«

by Suman Malekani, Jun 25, 2014

They laughed at my hair / She played with my braids / / They picked on my clothes / She called me a princess / / They asked me not to scream / She tickled me when I was quiet / / They stalked on me everyday / She held my hand very tight / / I was never & never will be / The same girl that I used to be / A…  sign in to read more »

»Late At Night (Sleepless Am I)«

by I Am Myself, Nov 3, 2013

It is late at night, / Sleepless am I. / I'm getting annoyed, / So I let out a sigh. / / I've tried the sheep, / The glass of water, too. / I've tried all the old tricks, / But I'm still awake, so pooh! / / I've listened to silence, / And music as well. / It doesn't appear to be working, / 'Cause I'm still…  sign in to read more »

»We Need Another«

by Tshililo Khanari, Jul 6, 2013

We've come so far yet the past seems so close. Yesterday & today look like twins from the same umbilical cord. Young & old, they all seek one more peace accord. / / Their blood was shed then, but its smell lingers on to this day. But its life; never to be recouped again. / / That June 16, 1976 was…  sign in to read more »

»Tall Tale«

by Richard Thomas, Apr 18, 2013

I feel an urge to dance and cheer, / To shout for all the world to hear. / Today I stood against the wall / And found I measure five feet tall! / / My nose is farther from the floor. / My clothes don't fit me anymore. / I'm medium instead of small / Now that I've grown to five feet tall. / / No more can…  sign in to read more »

»Woman you beauty!«

by Kgomotso J Kgopa, Mar 1, 2013

She holds the blade on its sharpest tip! / Woman the matriarch! / So soft and fragile on the outside / Yet so tough like a Lonsdaleite stone on the inside / Her stories and sufferings are often untold! / / Early she rises before the sun / Her children know her and call her by name! / Her descendants feel…  sign in to read more »

»Gone too soon«

by Ryan Gordon Penn, Jun 29, 2012

Oh what joy / it is to create / Another life, from love / to grow within / / Oh how tiny you are / barely an inch / But what a big / change you bring to me / / If only you could listen / maybe you do / If only I could speak / to my adorable you / / I am committed to protect / you from this strange world / I…  sign in to read more »

»Off the Hook«

by Edward Iacona, Apr 15, 2012

My kids don't like fish very mu…  sign in to read more »

»Afridi Is king«

by Rabi Ul Islam, Mar 8, 2012

He holds his bat with all his might, / The bowlers bowl with full of fright. / He is the man, he is the king, / He smashes every ball out of the ring. / / Once he entered the pitch by chance, / And changed the game in a single glance. / He is the man depended on hard times, / For he is the king of all the…  sign in to read more »

»In my mind«

by Leo Long, Jan 6, 2012

In my mind I see them, children of the land, / Black as darkest Africa, standing with an outstretched hand. / I see their stomach's bloated, signs of despair, / Yet on I go with my life and couldn't even care. / / I smell the stench of flesh as vultures have their meal, / Yet my heart's turned hard...…  sign in to read more »

»Think of the little children«

by Leo Long, Jan 2, 2012

So many times we've decided, "It's time we split up!", / But then we find we just can't give up. / It's not for each other; it's for the children we care, / On them it's unfair, / They stand in the corner helpless and bare. / / There's so much to remember my daughter, my son, / But all I can think of is…  sign in to read more »

»Daddy won't be coming home tonight«

by Leo Long, Dec 14, 2011

The steam that rises from the shell / Mists up the scope lens / A steady hand etches a heart / Through which the other bleeds / / A tattered pass absorbs the flood / Inches from the silent hand / That reached beneath his thread bare coat / A white flag not received / / The towel-head becomes another scratch…  sign in to read more »

»The Discovery of Magic«

by Paul Gerard Day, Jul 19, 2011

Light the sparklers / Twirl them round / Watch the sparkles flicker / Listen to the sound / / Pop the poppers / Hold them high / Listen to the happy pop / Watch the streamers fly / / This is party magic / Made for girls and boys / Soak it up and love it / Unwrap birthday toys / / Listen to the giggling / Of…  sign in to read more »

»The Singing Beetle«

by Paul Gerard Day, Jul 18, 2011

Once upon a window sill / A little beetle lands / So soft and sweet and soothing / His little song he sang / / Each night at sunset we gathered / To hear his happy tune / Which was the very loudest / Upon each bright full Moon / / Such a plain and ugly little bug / With its black and shiny skin / So clumsy…  sign in to read more »

»Do You Wander Wandering?«

by Paul Gerard Day, Jul 1, 2011

Do you wonder wandering / Along the mountain stream? / / Do you linger longer / Inside a fairy dream? / / Do you dance with dandelions / As you watch the children play? / / Do you bound along the boundaries / Until the end of day? / / Do you jump to Jupiter / Amidst the summer stars? / / Do you rickety rocket…  sign in to read more »

»Up Yonder«

by Taahir Chagan, May 17, 2011

I'm taking to the road / I'm going home / Up yonder / Far up yonder / / The dust-ridden sandy trail / Is lined with reddish orange leaves / That fall gracefully from the big tall oak trees / Which parallel the long winding way / / I'm welcomed by the lively Sunday market / On the cobble-stoned town square…  sign in to read more »

»She wasn't the only one who lost her boy...«

by Maureen Direro, May 14, 2011

I really had accepted that I was gonna be an aunt / I really looked forward to changing his nappy and feed him / Just to look at a child's eyes captures your own soul / Innocent as he was / I loved him more even though I haven't seen him / It's a bit strange / / A child has this ability to make one happy…  sign in to read more »


by Joanna Clarke, Apr 5, 2011

Living in fear-hope death is near / Battered and bruised-so confused / Object of lust-self disgust / Happy Birthday 4-child whore / Feeling li…  sign in to read more »

»Life sentence, no parole«

by Joanna Clarke, Apr 4, 2011

The cloud of depression once again starts to descend, / Victims get life sentences, not those who offend, / A couple of months and they get to walk free, / You should lock them up and dispose of the key, / Paedophiles rights? That's all that we hear, / Where's the child's rights to grow up without fear…  sign in to read more »

»Bug food«

by Richard Hexem, Jan 20, 2011

Before I become bug food, / I plan to eat / as many bugs as I can. / / Not the best plan, / but I do what I can. / / I think I'm molting. / / Breakfast will be / a few ant…  sign in to read more »

»Cookie cutter«

by Richard Hexem, Jan 20, 2011

The cookie cutter / cut a cookie / the cookie cutter / could not cut. / / I've been cutting back / on all the other stuff / I could never cut out. / / Now, I just cut it all out, / and count the pieces / as the pieces fall; / should the pieces / fall at all. / / It's easier in the daylight, / but more fun in…  sign in to read more »

»Merry Questmas«

by Edward Iacona, Jan 3, 2011

Once upon a Christmas time / That was now many years ago / I was thinking about my Christmases past / With a warm and nostalgic glow. / / I wanted to share my childhood / And all the things I did. / It would give some depth to stories / That start, "Well, when I was a kid..." / / A vivid memory of my youth…  sign in to read more »

»From Beginning To End«

by Shuaib Yunus Soni, Dec 12, 2010

A very long awaited, phenomenal miracle, / A bundle to cherish and flood with love, / That noise-making little screamer, / Sent steadily from above. / Nine months he had to crankily wait, / To open his new-formed eyes, / Though when the moment finally came, / All that was heard was his cries. / The…  sign in to read more »

»Coolie Miracle«

by Ravi Moopen, Nov 17, 2010

Hey son of the indentured, / Progeny of salvation, / Bringer of hope, / Child of prosperity, / Like slaves we bore the scars of indignation, / In you we vested our sacrifice, the new culture, / Your grooming, / A language lost, a new one gained, / A generation past that scorched in the sun, / A generation…  sign in to read more »

»Kibera Slum«

by Berto Kamp, Oct 8, 2010

Where do we live? / Yes Ngong road is it / No not the man road but as it is know / In the Kibera squatter camp my brother and I alone / We have our own house 2 by 3 / That is what was given to us when my mother left him and me / At that time we did not know, they called it the sleeping sickness / But now…  sign in to read more »

»Virtue of the child«

by Ntombizonke Happiness Mehlomakulu, Oct 8, 2010

I am a child born of good intent / But, am I wrong for being here? / I need to know if this is true. / Who can answer me? / I really need to know who am I / I am young yet, feel besieged / Why is this so? / Where's my virtue / I'm raped of my being and feel voiceless / I'm consigned to darkness / Far from…  sign in to read more »

»Just kidding«

by Edward Iacona, Sep 9, 2010

The amount of children a family has / Brings an historical fascination. / From the 1700's to the present day / Regardless of the nation. / / Judging from all the coverage, / On TV and in magazines, / Having many children now, / Is still odd, or so it seems. / / There are interviews and reality shows, / They…  sign in to read more »


by Taahir Chagan, Jun 4, 2010

She took care of everything / She withstood all your kicks / And all your somersaults / And she'd do it all over again / / The snipping of the cord was irrelevant / Because by that time / The unseen psycho-cord was formed / The one that can't ever be snipped / / She shared her very existence with you / Which…  sign in to read more »

»To Rayne«

by Anthea De Bruyn, Mar 11, 2010

Whoever says there is no God / Has never looked upon your face, / Has never heard your heartening words, / Has never felt your little arms' embrace. / For only He would so mercifully bestow / A blessed angel to light our tomorrow / / I may not be a mother / to you or any other / But it is hard not to adore…  sign in to read more »

»My Creative Writing«

by Filiberto Rodriguez, Dec 23, 2009

I would like to explore my purpose in this world. / I have a legacy to fulfill, not to be silly, I want to know what it is. / I want to be called on a top assignment by the government and / it has to do with my creative writing. / I want to go where my rainbow takes me in unlimited skies. / I time…  sign in to read more »

»Street Child«

by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe, Aug 31, 2009

When I chose this life / I thought that the future / Was pregnant of life's niceties / With it I thought / I would smile my true smile / With it I thought / I would laugh my deep laughter / With it I thought / I would shed my real tears / With it I thought / I would see my true self / With it I thought / I…  sign in to read more »

»Meet Me Halfway«

by Marlene Cozett, Jan 27, 2009

I am here / I would come all the way if you would let me / I don't mind, My love is blind / But it is not without feeling / So please be kind / / I am here / I will always be here / I love you now, I will love you then, / I will love you forever / Again and again / I will not stop, I cannot stop / You are too…  sign in to read more »

»Child of the street«

by Hettie Van Zyl, Dec 30, 2008

O lonely child out alone on the misery street, did your mother know if you have sumthing today to eat? Did she ever know what time you crawl in late at night, when the grip of the glue hold your mind and breath strictly tight? Do you think she can understand with the broken voice you sing, broken…  sign in to read more »

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