I needed to purge myself of all the attention my parents had given me - I wasn't neglected enough as a child.
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My parents just neglected me, I wasn't abused or anything.
Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Who Will Cry?
Who will cry for the little child who goes for days without food?
Who will cry for the little child who parents beat them?
Who will cry for the little child who is mistreated for being different?
Who will cry for the little child who goes unloved?
Who will cry for the little child whose stomach is swelled up?
Who will cry for the little child who doesn't have clothes to wear?
Who will cry for the little child who is shunned for not being popular?
Who will cry for the little child who is molested every night?
Who will cry for the little child who's parents are not around?
Who will cry for the little child who has to take care of his self?
Who will cry?
Will you cry?
Cause I have.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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There Is A Needed Reason
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason!
A needed reason.
There is a...
Needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason.
A needed reason.
If your mind is not here,
It may be focused somewhere else.
If your mind is not on fear...
It poses threats,
To those...
Who want it for themselves.
And if its too clear...
Fear will disappear!
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason.
A needed reason.
If your mind is not here,
It may be focused somewhere else.
If your mind is not on fear...
It poses threats,
To those...
Who want it for themselves.
And if its too clear...
Fear will disappear!
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason.
A needed reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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Yes, and when I had Aaron, he left me, and I didn't know how to raise a child. And I wasn't close to my parents, and because I was too proud to go to my parents for help, I mistreated that little baby. I didn't want a baby.
quote by Lynn Johnston
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I wasn't being bullied at school at this point. I had a group of friends, and I was isolated because I wasn't communicating with my parents. I wasn't telling them what I was going through.
quote by Randy Harrison
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Child Labour
Look
There, the offspring
In natural environs
Enjoying its life
And company too
And parents, proud
Mesmerised.
And here
A wayward state
Waylaid
All those traits
Which attracted
Attention of one and all
Has miserably failed
And our offsprings
Skip the years
In which
A child, child is called.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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Vincent 5
The teacher
this women who is supposed to nuture young minds
the giver of presious knowlege
the one person a kid of 14 can trust
with one act runied a child
A child in a teen body
A child so afraid of changes
a child so freindles
look to her for compassion
On my own parents other dutys
I bathed not
worn clean clothes not
did not know how to not
To think she this teacher would help
reach out get me what I needed
nope as I sat waiting in class for her to arrive horror arrived instead
down the aisle she walked she even smiled
then sat in the row ahead of me, like I was garbage
not even good enough to sit with
A child/teen of 14 has feelings
and mine were shattered in instant
never to return
people hate even a child/teen screaming for help
poem by Vincent Armone
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I Was a Child
I was a child - only 13
I was looking to be loved
What I found was the devil
I wasn’t to know love shouldn’t
Hurt with so much intense pain
I wasn’t to know the difference
Between passion and possession
He taught me every lesson I needed
He gave me validation of my worth
Unworthy he assured me with certainty
He told me I am now his to keep
He stole years of what was my life
His idea of play included pain
I felt his games over and over
Until I learned to no longer feel
He captured my soul and tormented it
Until he destroyed what remained
Left with no strength to walk away
Fear of death was his ultimate weapon
He took the power of my mind
He gave me a choice to escape
For this he would take something
Someone I loved - the life of my brother
My decision quite simply I made – I stayed.
What became of the years to follow?
I was a child – I was broken, beaten, kicked,
I was a child – I was tormented, raped, violated
I was a child – I was frightened, and wished to die
I was a child – I wanted to be that child again.
(April 22nd 2007)
poem by Charmaine Simpson
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Neglected Dog
The neglected dog looks such a sight! His coat is full of fleas!
Yet once he filled you with delight! He really loved to please!
The neglected dog has tapeworms, too! They're ghastly to behold!
Yet once this dog showed love for you! He once was good as gold!
The neglected dog has matted hair and sores upon his feet!
Yet once you combed him with such care till he looked cool and neat!
The neglected dog has eyes that fall... He's lost the will to live!
Yet once he answered every call! He had so much to give!
The neglected dog lies flat and still... He hasn't fed in days!
Yet once you cared when he was ill! Now who cares if he prays! ?
The neglected dog pleads for your love! Is that too hard a task! ?
Yet once your love was quite enough! He didn't need to ask!
The neglected dog has passed away... It's too late... anyhow...
Though once you loved him day-by-day... Too late to pet him now...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Something Of Value
All that I need to hear from you
something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I'd find within you...
See how what she wanted and she needed
Tore it all down in the end
Some how like a sickness she infects me
She's simple but deadly my friend
All that I needed to hear from you
Something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I'd find within you
Stings when I see all the ways that you...
Took me for granted and told me it's through
Picked from my pockets and smiled
Empty is nothing and nothing is you
Think I'll just sit for a while
See how what I wanted and I needed
It wasn't enough in the end
somehow with a quickness I forgot her
I realized she wasn't my friend
song performed by by Yellowcard from One For The Kids
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
poem by John Celes
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Every Child!
the faces of...
every child who'll
go to bed hungry tonite...
every child afraid to sleep
for fear of the soldiers,
the bullets, the bombs....
every child abused
by his parents...
every child humiliated
for being different.
every child who's never
known his own father...
every child with no hope
for an education...
every child sleeping
in homeless cars.
every child alone,
lonely, without love.
every child of every broken home,
every child, every color, every country...
staring at me this sleepless night,
tearing at my heart...
all my children!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Mattters
In the silence of myself
I find that the game
Was not worth the fight
For what I thought was needed
Wasn't what was needed after all
Everything gathered becomes
Old, lost and broken
No longer useful
What was really needed
Was lost long ago
When we said goobye
poem by David Kush
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Face Some Gap
I thrashed my son for being lazy
He looked at me uncomfortably
It was unbearable for him and felt uneasy
I could notice it but forgot as remained busy
Many have often said “child’s mind is like plant”
You can mould it they you wish or want
It needs simple care and little attention
This thing child may pick up for future retention
I felt sore at being harsh and unreasonable
It was to be advised to him as no trouble
Something child may take very pleasantly
This is supposed to be the right trend presently
Why some of the parents later face some gaps
Child remembers harshness and often blows or slaps
This impression makes him little adamant in gesture
He rages with anger and determines something for future
As we know it from the experience and from tales
That good education and environment definitely sales
The child becomes all the more prone to good behavior
Parents may be considered as next to the God or savior
Certain noble thought we give them in inheritance
Child picks it easily and can be known from visible stance
He may have bluntness with full authority and knowledge
He may drive through and through with clear edge
I have seen such impact in some of the brilliant students
They have come out successfully and passed through critical events
Yet they resent the past attitude on the part of parents
As it had demoralized them by making serious dents
I understand now how it can cause damage
How individual should be allowed to come up with age
Not forgetting the facts of nature for good environment
So later on not face such harsh and unpleasant comments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Little...* X
The little girl is looking for her mommy
But too bad shes a druggie
The little girl starts to cry
Her mommy's going to die
The little girl says wheres daddy
The moms stuck up and acts all bratty
The little girl screams for her dad
But the mom only gets mad.
The little boy is looking for his brother
But the mom doesn't even bother
The little boy screams out where are you
But the mom won't even listen for a few
The little boy doesn't know his brother is dead
But the mom had not said
The little boy starts to cry
His brother had to die.
The little baby cries for food
But the parents act all rude
The little baby has to see the doctor
But the parents are just mockers
The little baby has a few minutes to live
But the parents can't even give
The little baby breathes her last breath
But the parents continue to do meth.
*(A poem for the kids rejected, Because they were neglected, For their parents who were infected) *
poem by Magic What'sHerName
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Chaser of Joy
A child glares with eager eyes
At his present beneath the tree
Though, waiting till his parents rise
To tear it’s wrappings off to see
Mother, father, ascend slowly
(Taking their time as parents do)
Chatting softly over coffee
The child fidgets, hot, enthused
His parents give a word to go
The paper meets ten frenzied nails
Hastily ripping it’s tied bow
Leaving nothing but blue entrails
A guitar rests upon his lap
Six slender strings, true craftsmanship
He quickly darts upstairs so that
He could begin to master it
Time passed, the boy lost interest
He was filled with dreams of stardom
Yet wasn’t willing to progress
Due to practices sheer boredom.
That guitar sleeps somewhere in dust
As the boy moves from thing to thing
Open minds are quick to pick up
What they deem as interesting
But when something new comes around
They’re just as quick to put it down
poem by Lazarus Knix
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