#child poems on Hello Poetry

Arthur Vaso 1d

I have no heart
I have no good intentions
I am not sure I even exist
I do what I do, because if not me
who else?
even my tears have run dry
if someone is hurt, you must mend them
if someone is starving, you must feed them
if someone is mourning, you must comfort them

A little girls face lit up
overjoyed
she ran and hugged me very tight
that's when I realized, I had a tear or two more in me
then, it dawned on me, inside every heart is a candle
the little girl somehow lit mine
or maybe it was in hiding
if only my tears could save them all

Ugly ones have no heart.

#gaza #genocide #child #savepalestine

Nate 2d

voices

"i don't know." i said.
"don't know what to do,
don't know where to go."
"it is dark in here." he said.
"dark in your head,
dark in your heart."
"it's okay." we said.
"okay to feel the pain,
okay to be yourself."

"it is your fault." we were told.
"your fault that the world is dying,
your fault that nobody believes."
"is it our fault?" our brain asked.
"can i ever do something good?
am i ever enough for them?"

"should i go?" my heart asked.
"yes." my brain said. "you should."
"why?" they're asking on the news.
"why?" the parents ask at home.
"this is why." my spirit is thinking.
thinking when i rise up, up to god.

#child #brokenheart

Nate 3d

Child

a child doesn't have to worry.
a child needs unconditional love.
a child isn't responsible.
a child believes what you said.

but we're childeren.
childeren who never got this.
with parents who scream without reason.
always looking out for danger.

childeren need to live like childeren.
they don't have to ficks everything.
they aren't responsible for all problems.
they need suport and believe in theirselfs.

give your childeren what they need.
give them no reason to hate you.
because when a child hates you.
you did something so wrong.

childeren forfive more then they need.
childeren love more then they recieve.
a childs love is unconditional.
but you can still break their heart.

#child #heartbroken #family

Allissa Clifton Apr 23

The loneliness of being sick

Behind a locked door, there lies a child

You hear the sound of quiet crying as you look at their red face,

Their fever coming to a boil,

Their skin clammy and aching

Their throat so sore it makes no noise

They look into your eyes and
You see defeat,

the wish to scream never coming true

Their eyes turning into a swirl of black nothingness, it almost swallows you hole

I have been getting sick on and off severally for years. It seems every-time I do it is a constant uphill battle not to become extremely depressed as I’m isolated in pain and can’t take care of myself. I used to be a lot worse spiraling crying for anyone to care but after being shown so many times it doesn’t really matter I have almost come to be okay with the loneliness that being an adult on your own has created. But today, I feel that screaming child wanting anyone to hold me and being reminded there is no one to.

#sick #child #inner

Chloe Apr 21

Draft

Abrupt decline
No pilot driving
Chutes opening
An empty vessel
But your hands are steady
And I feel myself landing

Hardened by times
of neglect,
assault
Years of hostility
I fought
But in your contagious serenity
I feel myself softening

I shouldn’t be here
I am reminded all the time
Constant memories
of it is all my fault
Is it all my fault?
All the gates are closed
But I see your arms opening
And I feel at home

#trauma #home #inner #child #healing

VisionsofInsanity Apr 21

Fragile Existence

The child inside is terrified
Misshapen intent
Quick to doubt
An injustice
Afraid to feel
A silent crime
Killing her mind
Stop wasting her time
Love and understanding
Vital to her fragile existence

#honest #identity #mental #health #child #support

Lostling Apr 20

Child

There is a child
Who follows everywhere I go.
Late at night I hear him crying,
Yet my family stirs not.

When he cries,
I’m bound in a straightjacket,
stitched with silence
and the things I don’t know how to say.

I tell him to stop,
But he never listens.
So I muffle his sobs with a pillow
And hide him beneath my blanket

Sometimes he comes out during the day
Wailing for all the world to hear.
I tape his mouth shut
And wait until his tears won't be seen

Crying too much these days

#inner #child #crying

Nebylla Apr 18

Peekaboo

Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek
with men pretending they're police. I love to play
hide and seek. Don't you too?

We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and
I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over
both our mouths. I and my

mama sit together quietly but I
am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my
Mama why? No reply.

Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice.
He sounded very angry and he asked me where
we are hid. Then I jumped,

yelled at him: peekaboo!

Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news,
hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo
of the front-man; my miserable life made by him

Written April 2025,
just a first draft, will probably fix it one day.
Based loosely on a story I heard from a friend in the US

#political #deportation #immigration #innocence #child #contemporary