Child Poems - Poems For Child

Child poems from famous poets and best child poems to feel good. Most beautiful child poems ever written. Read all poems for child.


A Sad Child - Poem by Margaret Atwood

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.


Comments about A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood

  • Gold Star - 367,137 Points Dr Tony Brahmin (5/20/2020 3:42:00 PM)

    and the red flame is seeping out of you
    and igniting the tarmac beside your head
    or else the floor, or else the pillow,
    none of us is;
    or else we all are. very fine poem. tony
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Gold Star - 11,630 Points Britte Ninad (3/4/2020 3:29:00 AM)

    with the ribbon
    and the ice-cream smear,
    and said to yourself in the bathroom,
    I am not the favorite child.

    sadistic note
    (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • Gold Star - 182,126 Points Mahtab Bangalee (3/1/2020 4:09:00 AM)

    great poem penned///

    let's go forget the sorrow
    we the maker
    we savior
    our life, our world
    let's come the good morrow
    (Report) Reply

    5 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • Rookie James odhiambo (1/28/2020 2:41:00 PM)

    Count thy blessings and stop sulking (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
    4 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 0 Points Lifa Netmail (7/25/2019 12:56:00 PM)

    US America Now, present free endeavor for the overall public who like to work online at home. http: //www.boxcareer.com this work will stun you alot in case you experienced 5 hour day by day you can without a lot of a stretch addition $450 consistently aside from you just need to do work with consistency. Already Reported Reply

    2 person liked.
    9 person did not like.
  • Rookie ritumoni das (7/22/2019 11:47:00 AM)

    wonderful poem (Report) Reply

    5 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 0 Points Wufekepel Maillist (7/18/2019 12:06:00 PM)

    ᴍʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴘᴀʏᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀ 15000 ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀs… ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴀs sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ 3-5 ʜᴏᴜʀs/ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ɪ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ
    ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ 95-500 ʙᴜᴄᴋs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴏᴜʀ… ᴛʀʏ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ.. http: //www.giftprofit.com.
    Already Reported Reply

    3 person liked.
    11 person did not like.
  • Gold Star - 15,824 Points Adeeb Alfateh (6/24/2019 3:57:00 AM)

    Forget what?
    Your sadness, your shadow,
    whatever it was that was done to you
    the day of the lawn party
    when you came inside flushed with the sun,
    your mouth sulky with sugar,
    in your new dress with the ribbon
    and the ice-cream smear,
    and said to yourself in the bathroom,
    I am not the favorite child.

    great sad10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++x100000000000000000000
    (Report) Reply

    7 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • Rookie Bully Killer (5/15/2019 12:03:00 AM)

    Some real intellectuals in here. The only words you can say gay fat little punk in denial transgender kids. (Report) Reply

    4 person liked.
    10 person did not like.
  • Rookie ill beat you with a stick (4/22/2019 1:37:00 PM)

    GOD HATES FAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Already Reported Reply

    13 person liked.
    27 person did not like.
Read all 88 comments »
Child Poems
  1. 1. A Sad Child
    Margaret Atwood
  2. 2. A Child Said, What Is The Grass?
    Walt Whitman
  3. 3. Brown And Agile Child
    Pablo Neruda
  4. 4. Child Development
    Billy Collins
  5. 5. A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, O..
    Dylan Thomas
  6. 6. First Child ... Second Child
    Ogden Nash
  7. 7. Child In Red
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  8. 8. A Child Asleep
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  9. 9. Spring And Fall: To A Young Child
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  10. 10. Child On Top Of A Greenhouse
    Theodore Roethke
  11. 11. Child, Child
    Sara Teasdale
  12. 12. The Stolen Child
    William Butler Yeats
  13. 13. Child Of Europe
    Czeslaw Milosz
  14. 14. Saturday's Child
    Countee Cullen
  15. 15. Child And Mother
    Eugene Field
  16. 16. Child Moon
    Carl Sandburg
  17. 17. Gacela Of The Dead Child
    Federico García Lorca
  18. 18. A Child In The Garden
    Henry Van Dyke
  19. 19. I'D Love To Be A Fairy's Child
    Robert Graves
  20. 20. Is It Well With The Child?
    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  21. 21. I Would I Were A Careless Child
    George Gordon Byron
  22. 22. The Child-Angel
    Rabindranath Tagore
  23. 23. The Burned Child
    Dorothy Parker
  24. 24. To A Young Child
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  25. 25. The Burnt Child
    William Stanley Merwin
  26. 26. Father And Child
    William Butler Yeats
  27. 27. The Child Dying
    Edwin Muir
  28. 28. A Child Of The Snows
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton
  29. 29. Child
    Carl Sandburg
  30. 30. A Sick Child
    Randall Jarrell
  31. 31. A Mother's Love For Her Child
    Lee Degnan
  32. 32. A Child Again
    Ernestine Northover
  33. 33. Robin Hood, A Child.
    James Henry Leigh Hunt
  34. 34. The Dying Child
    John Clare
  35. 35. To A Child Dancing In The Wind
    William Butler Yeats
  36. 36. To A Child
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  37. 37. The Sea-Child
    Eliza Cook
  38. 38. Child Of The Romans
    Carl Sandburg
  39. 39. The Child Within (Children)
    C.J. Heck
  40. 40. Verses To A Child
    Anne Brontë
  41. 41. Mother And Child
    Eugene Field
  42. 42. A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother
    Delmore Schwartz
  43. 43. There Was A Child Went Forth
    Walt Whitman
  44. 44. Come Hither, Child
    Emily Jane Brontë
  45. 45. My Child Wafts Peace
    Yehuda Amichai
  46. 46. Child Of A Day
    Walter Savage Landor
  47. 47. 80's Child
    s./j. goldner
  48. 48. Epitaph On The Tombstone Of A Child
    Aphra Behn
  49. 49. Evening Song Of The Thoughtful Child
    Katherine Mansfield
  50. 50. The Happy Child
    William Henry Davies

New Child Poems

  1. The Man And The Child, Valentine Ezike
  2. Truly The Child Is Not Dead, Gert Strydom
  3. I Am But A Child, David Oladipupo Olorunshola
  4. Every child, my child, Lebogang Mashile
  5. Children, Love And War, Arun Maji
  6. Twelve Children, Pat Kelbaugh
  7. Parents, Ajay Srivastava
  8. The Child Of The Angel House Is The Chil.., Raymond Sawyer
  9. The Womb - Poems On Mother, Father, Chil.., Nikhil Parekh
  10. The Womb - Poems On Mother, Father, Chil.., Nikhil Parekh

Child Poems

  1. A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

    Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling in harness And I must enter again the round Zion of the water bead And the synagogue of the ear of corn Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound Or sow my salt seed In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn The majesty and burning of the child's death. I shall not murder The mankind of her going with a grave truth Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath With any further Elegy of innocence and youth. Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter, Robed in the long friends, The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother, Secret by the unmourning water Of the riding Thames. After the first death, there is no other.

  2. Brown And Agile Child

    Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes And given your mouth the smile of water. A black and anguished sun is entangled in the twigs Of your black mane when you hold out your arms. You play in the sun as in a tidal river And it leaves two dark pools in your eyes. Brown and agile child, nothing draws me to you, Everything pulls away from me here in the noon. You are the delirious youth of bee, The drunkedness of the wave, the power of the wheat. My somber heart seeks you always I love your happy body, your rich, soft voice. Dusky butterfly, sweet and sure Like the wheatfiled, the sun, the poppy, and the water.

  3. Child Development

    As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for their first conversation, so three-year-old children enter the phase of name-calling. Every day a new one arrives and is added to the repertoire. You Dumb Goopyhead, You Big Sewerface, You Poop-on-the-Floor (a kind of Navaho ring to that one) they yell from knee level, their little mugs flushed with challenge. Nothing Samuel Johnson would bother tossing out in a pub, but then the toddlers are not trying to devastate some fatuous Enlightenment hack. They are just tormenting their fellow squirts or going after the attention of the giants way up there with their cocktails and bad breath talking baritone nonsense to other giants, waiting to call them names after thanking them for the lovely party and hearing the door close. The mature save their hothead invective for things: an errant hammer, tire chains, or receding trains missed by seconds, though they know in their adult hearts, even as they threaten to banish Timmy to bed for his appalling behavior, that their bosses are Big Fatty Stupids, their wives are Dopey Dopeheads and that they themselves are Mr. Sillypants.

  4. A Child Said, What Is The Grass?

    A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them; It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps, And here you are the mother's laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues! And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. What do you think has become of the young and old men? What do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere; The smallest sprouts show there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceased the moment life appeared. All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

[Report Error]