Best Kids Poems

By what sends
the white kids
I ain't sent:
I know I can't
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When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
kicked you out, suddenly, and her
kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we
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Walking through a field with my little brother Seth

I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
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When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
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1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are

3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
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Happiness
Is a clean bill of health from the doctor,
And the kids shouldn't move back home for
more than a year,
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Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!
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Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
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Painted with natural brush,
Butterflies around plants and bush
I run after them to catch live,
Kids insisting for catch not one but five,
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How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.
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In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
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Snow, falling thick and white, along the village street,
People struggling through the drifts, their shopping to complete,
Kids dragging sledges, excitement fills their minds,
Rolling a giant snowball, great, cos this is snow that binds.
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If we were a rock 'n' roll band,
We'd travel all over the land.
We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.
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My home based on love, patients
honesty, and sincerity, made my whole

slowly, slowly as snail reach my goal
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the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
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Not a peep out of you now
After the bedlam early this morning.
Are you begging pardon of me
Hidden up there among the leaves,
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Have eyed dire a life packed with storms.
Wildly, money whisked in air-vast sums,
Pains my home with intense heart drums.
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A poet is a grown-up child, anyhow,
He couldn’t compose, otherwise…
A poet is an adorer of queerness,
A bit - willful, a bit - precise…
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NOTE: I'm sorry to say today I find PH like before [as in case of 'I Want To Be Raped'] again banned this poem as I find it is not in my poetry list...so I've made some typographical change and reposted it and some comments already posted by Hon'ble Readers I'm posting here ~ niv
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Didn't do anything extraordinary today,
Didn't do anything ordinary extraordinarily well either,
But I still had an extraordinary day today
Just being happy for no reason at all- besides the fact
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You strop my anger, especially
when I find you in restaurant or bar
and pay for the same liquid, coming and going.
In bus depots and airports and turnpike plazas
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Impact of blood
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Impact..of..blood..is..more..powerful..than..rearing,
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Butterfly in class
learns lessons along with kids.
Excellent student.
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As I awoke this morning, I fell into the sky

The ocean left right after me and gracefully rolled by
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I know sometimes that clouds bring rain,
in wintertime it's snow,
and spring is good because it makes
the pretty flowers grow.
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You call me
courageous,
I who grew up
gnawing on books,
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Daddy planted grass seeds
and up popped new green grass.
When mommy planted flower seeds,
pretty flowers came up fast.
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Goodnight little houseplant asleep on the sill
I'll pull the shades so you don't catch a chill
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This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
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M agnificient dancer

I ncomparable singer
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The shouts of children playing,
Bring back my happy youth.
To recall the time I was ten,
And lost a good front tooth.
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Handsome guys get girls that are pretty
Other guys make it cause they're clever and witty
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I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
I wish we never bought a license and a white dress
For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister
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Oh! You are a little black boy,
and playing with your small toy.
Oh! You are black from outside,
but your heart and soul are white.
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This world needs gardens,
Gardens of love,
Gardens of peace,
Gardens of coexistence,
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I want not
That height of a mountain peak
High, great, yet alien-
that never bears a land or tree,
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A Piece of thin ribbon
Sizzling sunlight
Entered as a snake through the window
And bite my leg
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Eight minutes, forty six seconds is all it took for my world to crash.
Eight minutes forty six seconds, all it took for my tomorrow to be stolen.
Eight minutes forty six seconds, because of the colour of my skin.
Eight minutes forty six seconds, if only I were White.
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I walked alone
In Ann Arbor last night,
But you were
With me again on South Main
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Christmas is here, Jesus to the world brought peace
Everyone is rested as kids spend time with family
Kitchens are ablaze, wives creating good ol’ soul-food
Leslie and Destra, await their turn, under the mistletoe
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She was a good Catholic girl
wanted to be a nun at thirteen

but then – ran away with
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I'll never surrender, forever fighting til the end. Life often buries my face in the dirt, yet I stand to my feet and try again.

At times the world is cold and harsh, things never seem to go the right way.
I must march out of the darkness and never again let myself fall astray.
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The robbers wear stocking cloak
The kids wear animal mask

We mask our vice with a smile
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There he was positioned in front of the
reflection and through the eyes he senses
the hint of anger.
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In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We had listened to your quiet call,
Since then all the living things are alien
And the knocking of the clock consoles.
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Well breakfast black coffee one slice of dry toast no butter no jelly no jam
Lunch just some lettuce two celery stalks no booze no potatoes no ham
Dinner one chicken wing broiled not fried no gravy no biscuits no pie
And this dietin' dietin' dietin' dietin' sure is a rough way to die
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Testosterone muscled men have,
The Top and the center, the caves,
Something is there to do the basic,
Nothing is there to think angelic,
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STREET CHILDREN

Who are those kids half nude and unclean!
To whom were they born? How and when?
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A homeless woman squatted on the pavement
Empty bottle of mineral water by her side.
It was a hot summer noon …the stench
Of poverty makes me ashamed as I ride,
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So many dreams, so many goals, so much potential.
I was suppose to be great, I was suppose to be a success,
I was suppose to something. I was brought up to be a strong man.
These simple problems was not suppose to phase me.
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The smallest girl
in the wild kid's gang
submitted her finger
to his tomahawk idea -
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She was young, beautiful and happy
She was her daddy's pride
She, a good daughter
And her daddy finds for her a husband
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Mistupuch he was my granmudder.
He come from Muskeg
dat was before he was a reservation.
My granmudder he was about twenty-eight when he
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Rewrite of New Kids On The Block I'll Be Loving You Forever
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She made a scene at the wedding
Wearing a black leather miniskirt
Upstaging the livid bride
My kids thought she was exciting and cool
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Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks,
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed
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Cold wind knocking on the door,
Old shrivelled man on the floor.

Ashamed, lost control over bladder.
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The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out -
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I am sitting here till you will be here by my side making love with me under the stars
Thinking of our old days, when we were deeply in love but so out of touch
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Melancholy in her eyes, pallor on the cheeks.
She sat with her hand on chin, heard a moan, bed creak.
Quivering lips, trembling hand, hair carelessly done.
She reached out to the sick man, one and only one.
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I cannot relax and read a book
There is always dinner to cook
I cannot think of staring into space
I may miss a chance in the rat race
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She knows that he loves her,
Yet she wants it more pronounced.
While she works at home in silence,
Wants him always to be around.
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I am not angel
But I am more and more better than angel,
Angel only obeys one God's certain command
But I obey His more commands,
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He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!
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suffer the little children!
suffer they do, and how!
they are padded, protected, petrified
as they dangle ‘neath broken bough!
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I walk down the street
A pretty woman passes
I stop, turn and stare.
Her bottom wiggles
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Kids Are Fair And Honest

kids are always honest
they have no hypocrisy
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Greeted by the rooster's usual crow
I watched the fishermen at sea
As their little boats began to row
The people were in a hustle bustle
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Fortune thinks
We are kids
So She always plays with us
Dodging, blind and guessing games;
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Blue wave, white foam, washing the long shore
with its tender soothing hands, brushing away
my fading memories, polishing men's rock heart, at bay
-akin to the pebbles, the bubbly kids search to store
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Next is item six, a bag of nothing, who'll give me an opening price
A bag of nothing sitting on your shelf would look rather nice
Come on give me a bid, oh is that five dollars I hear
But surely I can get more for this perfectly formed sphere
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Stay alive

Because you have to do
Not only for your kids
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IImbricated clouds cloaks blasted sunset
Brings memories of yesteryears
Glorious past flashes back on set
Gives my first vision, tears
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Tender caresses of kind little sisters
Are ready for you.
With the birds' songs, O the charmed prince,
We're waiting for you.
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An apple bored to just be hanging
had tried, through frequent heavy banging
to cut himself loose from the tree,
he wanted also to be free,
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It stops the town we come through. Workers raise
Their oily arms in good salute and grin.
Kids scream as at a circus. Business men
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Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids
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My brother's in a wheelchair
and he can't jump or run
but I can throw a ball to him
to catch and we have fun.
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There is an extremely fat man
who lives in a gargantuan size house
with his attractive but butterball wife
and their two and one third kids
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I love life but does life love me when I have to cook
tea for a family of three.
One wants this and one wants that and between
those wants I have to feed the cat.
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Merry Christmas kiddie winkles, Santa is on his way,
He’s putting on his big red suit and getting on his sleigh,
No time to have your supper kids, Rudolph’s nose is red,
So quickly kiss your mum goodnight and get yourself to bed.
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There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together in a little crooked house
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Alas, my child you shan't!
Get used to a world of can't!
Our brains are fully scrubbed
Like kids in a foaming bath.
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When Kids were kids it was a time for fun
playing cowboys and indians with a make
believe gun. To play in the garden and hunt for
the fairy dell, but all that's gone and the streets
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The house full of just played toys, ,
Just fed bowls, just torn papers,
Newly added drawing to walls,
What a pleasure to eyes and souls,
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With the peak of spring in the month of May,
In the early hours of a pleasantly sunlit day,
Two kids sat cuddled on a swing,
Feeling as though they were taking on wing.
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My friend's former wife,
mother of his kids,
died yesterday,
and this morning
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Apes are Parents

Who imitate mistakes of their parents till
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A penny-pincher was old Mac,
as frugal as could be.
To save a cent he'd walk a mile,
complete absurdity.
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I know not what awaits this darkened room,
since death has claimed you for its latest bride.
I feel a sense of some impending doom,
as solemn sadness sits 'midst tears I've cried.
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A too simple
Simply in simple dress
A calm and composed husband
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Birds sing, morning feeding..
babies cry.. for a mothers nurture..
kids go out and play.. smiles and laughter..
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My mommy is a writer.
She has stories in her head.
I hear her typing late at night
when I am in my bed.
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He's sitting front and center
As we toast him here today;
'Tis sad he'll ne'er reenter,
His youth, once bright and gay.
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Three months in the clinic, one should be ready. I look down on you, one more escapade, to go down on you, and sharpen the blade.
[I did not know my nails would have grown so strong].
I grab you -both hands- to feel the skin and fatty, pillow-like juice. I shake you and I pull you out -you nasty rubber- you pull back in. How much bigger can you get? I inhale too deeply for my strength -anymore- and push the air to swell you, happy moments for my kids, indeed. Magnificent, so many years’ confusion. I do not know how the struggles have gotten me here, the struggles of too little food, or the struggles of too many a food.
The fool inside you, is he still there? Memory of a lifetime gulping, shame, retreat. I soothe the grabbing, squeeze a strange spot in a wrinkle and cuddle the umbilical cord.
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He, who was born in stagnant year
Does not remember own way.
We, kids of Russia's years of fear,
Remember every night and day.
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My grandmother used to say
don't marry for money
but stay open-minded.
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