Poems About: CHILDREN

In this page, poems on / about “children” are listed.

  • 85.
    The First Rain

    Running like a scared child
    The first rain approaches the earth
    Lying on floor like an adamant child
    The rain makes a puddle read more »

    Vijay Raybagkar
  • 86.
    Grandma monkey loves

    Monkey grandma loves
    Child of her daughter more
    Than child of her son
    In morning dew read more »

    David Aoloch Bion
  • 87.
    Moon Child

    Moon child
    Born wild
    Never to be tamed.
    Monsoon child read more »

    David Lacey
  • 88.
    giv luv

    Give Love to the children Children
    need love everyday
    Give love to the children Guide
    them on their way read more »

    akingbehin daniel murphy
  • 89.
    In Your Name

    How my heart has changed
    To be just like you
    Living In Your Name
    You have seen me through read more »

    Holly Jamestone
  • 90.
    No End

    If we have
    Children
    There's
    No end read more »

    Aparna Chatterjee
  • 91.
    The Child In Me

    I am a full-grown man
    With a wife and children
    A good job to do
    Have all that I need read more »

    Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar
  • 92.
    (125) ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

    Everyone says that nowadays
    Parents are pressurizing their child
    They are forcing them to study and work harder than they can
    And driving their children wild read more »

    Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
  • 93.
    As Time Starts

    As time starts a river flows
    As the river flows a child cries
    As a child cries the tears become a river
    As the river is made life starts to grow again read more »

    Isabella Epona
  • 94.
    Child

    Child
    you are not here yet
    nor are you here yet
    you werent meant to be here read more »

    Mike Conkey
  • 95.
    Crying

    Father and mother
    Kissing child
    but child
    was crying read more »

    poet selvakumar
  • 96.
    The mother and the artist

    A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
    into an infinite children of wonderfully emollient freshness; every
    unfurling instant of impregnably magnificent existence, read more »

    Nikhil Parekh
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