Poems About: CHILDREN
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217.The Route March
Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers?
Did you hear the children singing as our troops went marching past? read more »Henry Lawson
218.A Child Is Born
A CHILD is born, a robber is born, a destroyer
Where shall we shelter him
What shall we put out of sight from him
What shall we instruct him read more »Masereka Amos
219.Let me be a child again...
Let me be a child again
Let me freely fly
in the vast sky read more »Payal Malhotra
220.When We Were Children
When we were children we would go and play,
Outside without worry throughout the day.
We can no longer leave children unsupervised,
In a flash they can be gone before your eyes. read more »Jon M. Nelson
221.We Are More Alike Than Unalike
Let the gong-gong ring through
The living rooms of Canada Singapore New Zealand
Russia India El Salvador Poland China Botswana Switzerland
England Papua New Guinea Brazil South Africa read more »Gabriel Eshun
222.Beware! Grown Up Children!
Children need parental love,
Children utilise parental services,
Children get life with parental guidance,
Children want parental money and property; read more »Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
A mother is a friend, a teacher
A mother is a guard, a guide
A mother is a soulmate, a need
A mother is a shelter, a sweet thing. read more »Naga Bhanu Vemuri
how much I love you. read more »Marites C. Cayetano
225.My Unborn Child
My Unborn child you I longed for, being your mother is what I adore.My Unborn Child god sent you just for me, when I found out you were a girl, It brightened up my whole world. My Unborn Child I will love you unconditionally, For that's my job and I will love doing it with ease. read more »tanerea lee
There are no children any more
Just fashion accessories
Chosen babies for the chosen few read more »NikMorgan ...
227.A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week
A child that's born on a Monday
holds beauty in sight and mind.
A child that's born on a Tuesday
is graceful, sweet and kind. read more »Christine K. Trease
228.And the children died
And the children died.
Our children kept dying.
Then our childrens child
picked up the struggle, read more »johnoe mc guckin