Love Poems About For Children or For Children Love Poems

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Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: hope, love,

Time For Children

Once in a blue moon
Once upon a time
Time to wake up
Time to tell the truth
Truth will come out
Truth will set you free
Free to be yourself
Free to fly 
Fly far away
Fly with eagles' wings
Wings that lift you high
Wings steady and strong
Strong as an ox
Strong enough to last
Last forever
Last call
Call a friend
Call collect
Collect coins
Collect your thoughts
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of people
People who matter
People who care
Care for the sick
Care for their souls
Souls that are lost
Souls redeemed by love
Love that never fails
Love that won't let go
Go for the gold
Go in peace
Peace of mind
Peace with God
God Most High
God is love
Love beyond measure
Love without end
End of strife
End of days
Days of our lives
Days bright with hope
Hope for all people
Hope for the future
Future of the world
Future of our children
Children we have borne
Children of our love
Love
Borne

5/14/14


Poem Details | by João Camilo |
Categories: children, love, time,

For children in love

I carry in my heart, a little little clock
And when I move, it makes tick-tock,
never belatedly and always the same
either I am asleep or playing a game.
 
But one day, the clock did only tick
and no tock, I was worried and sick,
I went to see my doctor after a cure:
I would not die he held, I said: sure?
 
Of course I am sure, Your heart is fine
the blood runs swiftly, ruby as red wine,
All that happened is natural, calm down
There is no reason to worry or to frown:
 
While loving, a broken clock is never late,
Now buy her flowers and sweet chocolate.


Poem Details | by kiera heart |
Categories: childhoodchild, child, life, love, my child, universe,

Universe For Children

Sleep my child you’re here in my heart, we’ll remember this day as our new start.
We’ll use those preyers to find our dreams, across the mountains, avoiding those thieves.
When we sleep we’ll find our peace, for the spirits will lead us to our release.
Heavens gift is not in gold, it’s within the love we share and hold.
Luck is not gift wrapped or a tasty treat, it’s in each step we dare to meet.
Life is learning how to be strong, having the courage to carry on.
Miracles are not always huge or tall, it’s seeing the good in something small.
My child, life is not a chocolate treat, nice and tasty always sweet.
So we prey and keep our faith, together we can clear the tears from our face.
Sleep my child your safe in my hand, I promise to do the best that I can.
A hardened life you’ve had to bear, often feeling like mummy’s not there.
I promise this I’ll never leave, I’ll stand and fight, we’ll always breath.
Sleep my child rest your head, remember my love is born and bread.
We just took time to find our place, to find that smile we lost on our face.
I love you my children you are my gold, you are the treasure that I love to hold.
Above the moon around the stars! right around Pluto and right through Mars
Right around the universe with a single spark! reaching right back to your place in my heart.
I love you more with each passing day; it will never fade or drift away.
Together forever, Eternally loved!


Poem Details | by donna Phillips |
Categories: animals, cowboy-western, love, dad, me, dad, me,

Hell is for children

 I am so tough,
You taugh me so much,
 I was never some damn cream puff.
But I still feel your touch.
 Oh Dad I loved you so,
How could you hurt me like that,
 You even threatened my bro,
You left me so flat.
 You stole my childhood,
Destroyed my life,
 What made think you could.
In my heart you put the knife.
 But made a enemy and knew you would.
Oh how I wanted to hurt you.
 I wanted you to feel my pain.
But I never could fill your shoe.
 It was all in vain.
I will die wondering why,
 I was your favorite,
All you did Dad was let me cry.
 You gave me such a fight.


Poem Details | by donna Phillips |
Categories: animals, cowboy-western, love, dad, me, dad, me,

Hell is for children

 I am so tough,
You taugh me so much,
 I was never some damn cream puff.
But I still feel your touch.
 Oh Dad I loved you so,
How could you hurt me like that,
 You even threatened my bro,
You left me so flat.
 You stole my childhood,
Destroyed my life,
 What made think you could.
In my heart you put the knife.
 But made a enemy and knew you would.
Oh how I wanted to hurt you.
 I wanted you to feel my pain.
But I never could fill your shoe.
 It was all in vain.
I will die wondering why,
 I was your favorite,
All you did Dad was let me cry.
 You gave me such a fight.


Poem Details | by Tahira Parveen |
Categories: black love, blessing, child, cry, god, jesus, women,

Verse Love for Children

Invacarodinva Sinner You look at me yet you install in me your hatred of me yet you look at my son Are you belittling me just to touch my son woman Yes i see you move around him calling his name You cant sleep because! your imagining him Why are you so shallow He is me and I he yet he doesn't know what I know is he. Why even if he move he will always remember me My love for him and the smile I gave him at birth Me not you He is my bond and will not as yet depart because I carry his pain He doesn't know but I know I made him his tears speak volumes Hes clever but as he grows, whats that verse You and I ,I and you , me and you , will always love, always No sin between us is there Now he and I and will always measure up somewhere. No sinning beast between us shall snare me or you Your heart will run from here when she gravitates at he fact she can't measure up to me You will always believe true love comes first, who did you love first, then her She spitting because she invalid, aged and lonely because she thinks all men prefer a loud mouth with no brainYes she is advantaged in knowledge of your beautiful children. You see I know what I know is that if its not true love that child will turn your womb into a death trap and murder you before his/her birth, because you see I know that my grandchildren before youDon't I. Guess who the Grannie. Love for your children Amen. Vandehara kon denadi Ameninallahedon kedonvadun Amen Irva Inrihon.