Children Poems

Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
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When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
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WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
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Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
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Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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From Child's Garden of Verses

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
And that cannot stop their tears.
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She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late
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A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
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In their faces a colourless gaping of life's adversity:
the hopeless grief of a hellish existence;
Malnourished, starving, filth and olfactory horrors;  
Their humiliating nothingness clothed in rags;
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
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Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
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CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
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When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

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Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder,
And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break,
Lightning-torches flame the heavens, kindling souls of men, thereunder:
Africa! long ages sleeping, O my motherland, awake!
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Children of Persia
Some are the brothers of humankind
And own them, whatsoever their estate;
And some for, for sorrow and self- scorn
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crime cruelty
current enduring
child exploitation
child dice labour
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Hearing the school children
I am reminded of my own days in the playground
Where I would laugh and play
Knowing how to keep aggressive kids at bay.
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ONCE THIER INNOCENCE HAS BEEN SHOT

One of my favorite qualities in children…of which they are innately blessed
is the enthusiastic, unbridles innocence…which they all possess.
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Children sing uninhibitedly when they're happy…like they haven't got a care.
Children will begin to dance spontaneously when there's music in the air.

Children will climb as high as they can climb…before they realize they can fall.
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BETTER…GRAND…GREAT

As a parent the first thing you discuss with your partner, your husband or your wife is the hope your children will be healthy and have a happy life.
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"Jesus, however, said, "Let the little children
come to me, and stop keeping them away,
because the kingdom from heaven
belongs to people like these."
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When we are children, if we're lucky, our parents form a team…they teach us how to love and show us how to dream….they keep us safe and warm and happy…they make sure that we're well fed…they are the ones, when we're afraid of the dark, who check for monsters neath our bed.

But the children of war…and their parents…are not so lucky because day or night…on the ground or in the air…how can parents protect their children when there are monsters everywhere?
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Epigraph for a Child of the Holocaust
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
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Once there was a girl who was brought into the world
She was the youngest of 4, her 2 brothers and sister taught her much
The children had a mother and all shared the same father
When this girl was three her daddy went away
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