Poems About: CHILDREN
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217.If We All Were Like Children
Once there came a child approaching a gentle brook,
Dipping his hands into the water, a small fish he took.
It wiggled, and squirmed, freedom it did seek,
It made the child laugh, and squeak. read more »Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
218.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
219.A Word from The I Am
Children I beseech thee, come unto me
I have come to bring greater things upon you
My Son has come for you to follow through
The blood of My Son is among you read more »Debra Stewart
220.Hunger in Botany Bay
Hunger lurks down the streets of Botany Bay;
The lonely child famished and peckish cries for food
None notices the child, for they’re preoccupied with the travesty of justice in Botany Bay
An observant vagabond pays heed to the child, and shares the lone piece of bread read more »Deepak Hiremath
221.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
There are no children any more
Just fashion accessories
Chosen babies for the chosen few read more »NikMorgan ...
223.In The Name Of The Children
While chilling one Saturday at home
My door was darkened
By a pair of campaign workers read more »Murphy Payne
how much I love you. read more »Marites C. Cayetano
225.The Caesarean Child
Who is this caesarean child named caesar?
Great thought is this child and brave are his deeds.
Honor has he for all but fear he depicts none
This child who dwelled in the delphos of eve read more »LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS
226.Precious Moments of Mothering
Here inside this church read more »Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
227.A Crying Child
Inside my heart there's a crying child
Still remains the pain of the past
Still is there aline in pain
O, Child don't you know that? read more »Sossi Khachadourian
228.Entreating the Wyrd
I know not where the Fates may lead me
as I call upon the sisterly guides
I fear that they may yet deceive me
as they answer my desolate cries read more »Sheri Hockman