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James Nov 2015
I am a Kid.
You hated gays, We would never forbid.
I am a Kid.
In school you learned to read, I learned how to work a power grid.
I am a Kid.
We will have to undo, what you did.
I am a Kid.
This isn't targeted to every adult, this is targeted to the people who think that my generation and the generation before me will ruin the earth.
Zonika van Zijl Oct 2015
I remember as a little kid
how life seemed,
how crazy the things were
that I so easily dreamed.

How I wished for adulthood
while holding an ice pop in my hand,
how I imagine living in the castles
I builded out of sand.

But for a life like this
I weren't ever prepare,
yes I got the tale
but it's sure not fair.

Maybe if I got the chance
to go back to yesterday,
I would've appreciated the time
I still have left to play.

-ZvZ-
Storm Raven Oct 2015
We were on the train,
Traveling from Amsterdam back home.
There was this adorable little kid,
He asked me to play with his toy car.
We played for about fifteen minutes,
Before his mom said he had to go,
The little kid was so upset and yelled:
But I want to keep playing with that boy.
He made my day.
He was closer to the true than everyone else,
Correcting his so called mistake.
That adorable little kid made my day by calling me a boy,
And for now one person is enough.
I was so happy. I was wearing my hair more masculine or boyish and wore my dad's sweater because my little sister had already claimed mine.
Angel Plant Oct 2015
I live in a lonely world
I roam around
I plant my seed
While I'm exploring

Happy in life
Though lonely as can be
I have self control
Another kid alone

I have pride
And much joy
I look up at the sky
Saw clouds floating by

The wind chases me
As I chase a butterfly
Watching the sun
Under an old oak tree

The moon plays with the sky
With a glow on a midnight stroll
As I listen to whispers
When I sleep at night

There's a new day coming
Another kid alone
Just waiting for someone
To come along

Memories came fast and hard
Of yet another kid home alone
I'm one of a kind
I dream and think

I am thankful
For what I have
Even though
I'm a kid alone
Àŧùl Jun 2013
It Was A New Delhi To Bangalore Flight In 1994
I Was Aged Three Years & 7 Months At The Time
We Did Start From Karnal For New Delhi At 1400
Mom Feared It That We Might Miss Our Flight
I Did Not Say Anything As I Knew Not Why So...

Anyways, We Reached IGI Airport In New Delhi
Here We Checked-In At The Domestic Terminus
Remember The Security Folks Tickling My Body
Maa Disappeared Into A Screen - Wooden Frame
I Looked Silently At The Smiling Security Man...

Then We Had To Cross Over In The Boarding Area
I Was Not Allowing My Young Eyes To Rest At All
Closely Following My Mum As Dad Was Not Here
Then Just As We Mounted The Taxiing Bus, I Said Aloud,
"I Am Not Here For The Bus!!!
Where's The Flight?"

Such was my childhood.
Everyone around us started laughing happily on listening to this young & innocent comment and the young - very young me was unable to understand why I was not on the flight right away - young age innocence!

My HP Poem #293
©Atul Kaushal
Solaces Oct 2015
All along I was the one being followed!
I awake in my own basement in my own home.
I could hear music but cannot quite make out what the song is.  
I am tied to a chair in the same manner I tie my prizes up.
The next sound I hear is my thumping heart.
And then I hear foot steps coming down the stairs.
Lots and lots of footsteps.
She then walks up to me.
The girl underneath the lone tree in the city.
Followed by all the others I have kidnapped in the last 3 years.
They all stand in front of me.
All of them crying except for her.
The silence comes forth.
I can hear their heavy breathing and my heartbeat make a terrifying song....
The kidnapper has been kidnapped..
Manic Brilliance Oct 2015
Little child, please understand,
Life is not going to be so easy.
Your heart will break, your life will Quake
like a storm that is so displeasing.

Little child, now do not fret,
We have all been through it all,
No matter the pain, we still stay sane,
And prove that we will stand tall.
    
Little child, oh how I wish, 
I were in your shoes,
Someone to tell me, what will **** me,
And what's worth living for to lose.

Little child, listen close,
Guard your heart at all cost,
For when you're grown, and all alone,
Your sanity will not be lost.

Little child, just know this much,
If you need an ear to listen,
I will be here, so have no fear,
I'll guide you through this mission.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
It's amazing how baby animals
renew our zest for life
Written just now, in honor of our baby goat brothers, born 20 September in our barn.  They are beyond cute - and absolutely hilarious!  I am enchanted.
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
I may be rich
But I'm not a *****
Stop pushing me in
To those like trash bins
Don't want to be judged
Or hold any grudge
Please hear me out
Before I pout
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
How as a little kid hated bedtime,
enjoyed stories being read.
Falling sound asleep,
waking up with a smile.

Now all grown up,
All I do is sleep.
Waking up with a frown,
never a morning person.

Oh during childhood,
everything was delightful at home,
home is what I thought was safe and sound...
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