Listen and Hear
Rain, Wind, Snow
Water dripping (from a faucet)
Love, Sadness, Madness, Anger, Joy
Tears of Sorrow
Tears of Joy
Tears of Anger
Tears of Moy
A child laughing
Giggling, prancing, dancing about
A child laughing, a child playing, a child
These are the things that I will miss
These are the things that make me cry
These are the things that fill me with joy inside
These are the things that make the world go round
These are things
Things are these
Listen
Listen and Hear
poem by Zooey Lichty
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Reapers Words Of Comfort
sleep little child dont worry about your fears i promise to wipe all your tears. shut your eyes child let your mind sway trust me when i say the pain will soon all go away.Forget them good child we both know what they would say the things that they did were never okay.Listen sweet child for i no your heart is torn so i will take you away lik u were never even BORN
poem by Kharon March
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Why Can't I Feel Anger
They say don't show anger
When they pour out all their lies
To the Judge speak slow and clearly
And look into his eyes
Don't say bad things about the mother
Even if it is all true
Concentrate on your Daughter
And protecting all her youth
These words seem true and simple
For the ones who follow rules
But I've drawn swords with the devil
Who'll use a child as her tool
Why can't I feel anger
While my child drowns in the rain
When all the court will offer
Is a childhood of pain
Why can't I feel anger
When I'm drying all her tears
Why can't I feel anger
When our futures full of fear
A Child Is Angel Ever!
Any child is a sweet little angel anywhere!
Idea of angel would have evolved by child!
Child nature and Universal Spirit are God.
Born of love child is the sense of joy ever
That gives hope to family to pull on well
And the cheerful mood gives confidence!
Smiling as freshly bloomed flower child is
Cynosure of all everywhere moving all
To do great things at least to keep her joy!
We have to make the world better at least
For the child to live better in joy than us..
We have to do best things to make it better!
Child is God in the human form ever to lead
All in cheerful mood to cherish love and hope!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Ee Valliyil Ninnu Chemme
Child: Oh mother! Look, all the flowers on
This plant are flying away
Mother: No! You are wrong my child
These are not flowers, they are butterflies.
Child: Look mother! They look so beautiful
Going one on top of the other into the sky
Oh! How I wish to play with them mother
But like them I cannot fly…
Mother: Don’t waste your precious tears my child
By crying about things you cannot do
You can walk around and play
But can the flowers walk like you?
Child: Mother, can you tell me why these things happen
I shall give you a kissy if you do.
Mother: We know very little about the secrets of life
Though I know God created them for me and you!!
poem by Kumaranashan, translated by Risha Ahmed
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Untitled No. 1
In mornings shes so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now were swimming luck by the river doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never take
Semicargo
Please, heal these tears
Semicargo
She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe Ill live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, i, up up up up oh ah
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never
Semicargo
Please, heal these tears
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
We steal these tears
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never take
Semicargo
Its clear that somethings never
Semicargo
Please heal these tears
Ah how
Semicargo
Ah how
Some things never
Semicargo
Ah how
Never never
song performed by by David Bowie
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What If It Was Your Child
I saw a child yesterday sitting on a corner, tears
streaming down its face, and I stopped to ask
why and the child replied, “no one likes me,
they laugh at me and say I lie, but I don’t lie.”
I walk away after leaving a hug and some words
of encouragement, but as I walked home I said,
“thank God it was not my child.”
Today thousands starved to death because they
had no food. Some ones little girl, some ones
son, but my child ate well.
I turned off the television news and I said, “thank
God it was not my child.”
Every day it seems there is more tragedy, more
horrors, children dying, abused and killed, and it
seems nothing is done to change these things, but
my child is safe, warm and fed.
So when I go to sleep at night I pray and say,
“thank God it was not my child.”
This morning someone screamed at my child and
when I in anger started to reply I thought of Jesus on
the cross, his father watching as he suffered and died
at the hands of the very ones he came to save and I
walked away and prayed, “thank God it was not my
child.”
So my friends the next time you are upset over some
wrong you feel has been done to your child, think of
all the wrongs in the world and should you feel the
need for revenge remember, Jesus could have called
all the angels in Heaven for help but instead he cried,
“father forgive them they know not what they do.”
And God said, ” what if it was your child? ”
Autumn can make me laugh or cry...
I saw the golden aspens glow,
In the bright sun of the day;
I was transported to a place,
Three thousand miles away.
The color of the autumn trees,
Shone in autumn's light;
And the reflection of it all,
Gave me reds and yellows bright.
The splendor of the leaves,
As they are dying,
Can make you weep,
and start you crying.
Tears for all the things that are,
Tears for all the things to be;
Tears for all the things now past,
and tears for pleasant memories.
Fall can make me laugh or cry,
Fall can bring me joy or sorrow;
The changing of the seasons,
Make me anticipate tommorow.
Autumn goes away too soon,
God, please, make it linger;
Tuck away your summer's ring,
and put autumn on your finger.
poem by David Lessard
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Inner Child
Fight the bonds with growing older
Listen to the child in your heart
Resist the urge to let it go
Don't let two great things fall apart
Step away from the normalcy
Keep your imagination bright
Run from the creative blocks
That attack you from left and right
Keep finding joy in the simple things
Like a rainbow in the sky
Keep being thankful for living
Yet be unafraid to die
There is this child deep inside
That you can't let society take away
Don't let them kill the creative spark
Without this child it cannot stay
Don't let them strangle you with maturity
And please don't try to grow up too fast
Appreciate life's simple treasures
So you can help your Inner Child last
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Two Things
Two things that come and go—
Happiness and Sadness
Two things that will never leave us—
Fame and Stigma
Two things that will not come back—
Prestige and Life
Two things that come on their own—
Youth and Age
Two things that follow us—
Virtue and Sin
Two things that cannot be contained—
Grief and Desire
Two things that cannot be avoided—
Hunger and Thirst
Two things that bring about a downfall—
Anger and Jealously
Two things that are common to all—
Birth and Death.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Rain Tears
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Melding in torrential fears:
Chill of cloud; saddened eye-
In either way, a latent cry.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Married under sceptic jeers:
‘They'll never last.' Methinks not true, for
Either way, forever blue.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Simple love with lacy cares,
Their intercourse will ne'er refrain
From rain and tears and tears and rain.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Wind Child Love Embracing
wind child still
I see your joy laughing eyes
wind child still
I see your warm eyes laughing
wind child still
I see your eyes green healing
wind child still
I see an emerald sea your eyes
wind child still
I see your soft dove brown eyes
wind child still
I see your fawn eyes new life running
wind child still
I see your dark black eyes blessing
wind child still
I see your soul dark passion eyes
wind child still
I see your love welcoming eyes
wind child still
I see your smile universe embracing
wind child still
I see your love of God’s creativity spreading
wind child still
I see stars in heaven smile in your soul eyes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: The Paradox of Life
Who says the one that’s near loves you the most?
Who says the child who obeys is the best?
Who says friend is better than stranger as host?
Who says by sleeping, mind gets ample rest?
Who says river –water excels the well’s?
Who says the rain is boon and not a bane?
Who says that water than oil cheaper sells?
Who says that iron is better than cane?
You cannot take for granted many things;
Sometimes, you can’t believe your eyes or ears;
Beggars can live lives better than some kings;
Sometimes, you can’t infer the cause of tears!
Some things in life perplex the wisest mind;
Sometimes, you need old clocks, you used to wind!
poem by John Celes
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When I Touch Your Belly
When I touch your belly tears of amazement run down my eyes.
I am so amazed that inside your womb a life lies.
A child that was created all from our love;
God, I can’t believe that in a few weeks you’ll give birth to our miracle of love.
When I touch your belly with my ear;
I can’t believe the heart beat I hear.
It like a little drum beating a message to me;
In the sounds of the beat I swear our child is saying hi daddy.
When I touch your belly I caressing you as well as our child;
I’m caressing you to say thank you for carrying our child.
I could not have chosen a better mother then you.
These are all the things I’m saying when I touch your belly.
Anger
anger is not love
anger is driking
anger is killing someone
anger one thing never do
love, anger love not anger
anger is ramming you head throug a glass door
when your are man you do stupid things
stupid things that are stupid
when mad you dont feel nuthing
anger we all have
anger you cant change
when mad stays
stay away from everyone
anger can kill because you do stupid things
when mad sleep
anger just anger
ANGER
poem by Kerri King
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Crying but Not
Tears of sorrow, joy, or pain,
Drops of water fall from your eyes like rain.
If you have tears of sorrow,
Look ahead for tomorrow.
Are they tears of joy?
With your emotions people will toy.
If they are tears of pain,
Gaze ahead for what you can gain.
Tears are for things,
Feelings both good and bad.
People are always crying,
That makes me sad.
What joy do people take,
In making us cry,
It might do more than that,
It might make us want to die.
They take joy in our sorrow and pain!
And my question is, what do they gain?
poem by Clare McCarthy
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Sestina
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.
She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,
It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac
on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.
It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.
But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.
Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Evil Child
Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause I am just an evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They kept on calling me an
Evil child
Cause I am just an evil child
Miranda, belinda for I found that they were all the same
They come in hell fire and
She burned like a flame inside
And I called her my evil child
I loved her
She was magic pure magic
Through the moon and star shine
They keep on talking about us
They call us together
Evil child
Born evil
Die evil
Now I swing from a gallows pole
I did things I dream of
People said I was wild inside
They said I was evil
Evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
Through the moon and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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What the Little Ones Do For Me...
Bright shining little eyes
Messy little toes
Dirty little fingers
With a snotty little nose.
Pure innocent hearts
With ever learning minds
Only a child are all these things you'll find.
Love that is forgiving
Love that is true
Love that loves to cuddle
Just to steal the warmth from you.
Beautiful laughter
Beautiful tears
Beautiful children
Growing beautiful years.
Questions being asked
Each day new ideas being thought
Ideas in their childish minds
That no one has ever taught.
Running around and stirring up many a mess.
All these things and more
Are what they do best.
Loving and laughing
Hugging and kissing
All these things without are what I would be missing.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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Other
I do not have to be mad
For the anger to build up within me
I am a human being
Money and fame come and go
But we long for few things
I being a father of children
Become a child
I have a mother
But find a mother in other
When other does bother
I am the happiest
But when the other ignores
I go wild
Use words
Which are called obscene
Where's obscenity when
Everything is open
Give me a better word angel
I will change my language
Anger builds up from within
I am called mad
But a mad person rushes
For anything and everything
Sane seldom care
May be mad are better
In understanding the needs
Anger builds up from within
But anger is not anger
We are lost as ever for words
Give me a better word angel
I will change my language
Anger here is a hunger
I remain hungry for words
And for affection
Which I shower on the other all the time
Words never come
I see the tears
I cannot wipe
Who am I?
I can only cry
Anger will remain
I express
I am a child
Cannot hide my feelings
Please be my mother
You the other
You are distant
But other part of me
poem by Richie John Pais
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Defamation
Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-
is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because
it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are
ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call you
untidy?
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles
through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds.
Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why they
call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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