don't blame the kid
baby birds are one wide mouth for what their parents spit
Psychotic Can Be
USE...FULL...!!!
If You Apply
Yourself, Puppy
Dog.
-Gray Squirrel
09-08-2025
I said, "Okay! Let's play a little game.
I'll pick a number, and I'll pick a name.
And if you can guess neither,
you'll have to watch my Peter,
while I paint your new door and the new frame."
No one in the ward seemed in good spirits
They were worn out from chemo
exhausted from doing nothing at all
looking forward to more nothing the next day
send in the kid clown, a doctor suggested
Kid clown was an enthusiastic volunteer
because she was a cancer survivor
so, she knew some of the feelings in the ward
the other doctors were arrogant
they did not know what a child would be able to do
until they sent her in, and saw for themselves
she lifted the children’s spirits, gave them hope; was their friend.
Teenagers
Tired of being harassed
By your stupid parents
Act now
Stuppidly wanted
Pack your bags and your irrigants
Get up off your ass
Get a job
Fill out an application
Pay your own bills
Because you know everything
You know more than me
Your phone bill will sky rocket
I don’t have a clue
I don’t want to see red sirens
Put your big boy pants on
Don’t ask me for any more money
You can pay for your very own $900 rent payment
Don’t forget a roll of quarts for the laundry matt
Use paper plates
Don’t be crying to me
I don’t want to hear it
You are dying for your own independents
It’s time to do adult things
Enjoy
A Broken Kid
By Blossom Monyei
His dad doesn’t talk much,
He just grabs a bottle from the fridge, then walks away.
His mom doesn’t cry,
She only says she’ll take her child and go away.
One day… she did. ??
The boy asked,
“Am I really their child?”
He was young, but not blind,
They argued in front of him,
Not caring he was listening.
Now they’ve done worse—
They’ve split apart.
His mom took his hand,
And left.
—Blossom Monyei, the bleeding pen
I am from nowhere
And everywhere
My home is with the open road
And the setting sun
On the horizon of the Pacific
I'll be back before it gets dark
after we get tired of playing king of the hill.
Sun sets so late in summer
against the willows..
sometimes I forget.
No, it just isn't so.
I don't always choose them over you,
'course I could never tell you that.
You're a girl, a special one.
But I can't tell you that either.
Still, when you told me your stomach hurt,
and I was the reason..
I believed you.
Don't know what to say, never seem to
'cept maybe
'Sorry you feel bad, I know that place too.'
'Put your sandals on, I'll walk you home
we can go slow.'
Oh alright - looks over her shoulder to the gang
'now we can hold hands.'
Reformulation of sin
Homeocentrism combatant
Sociopathy redefinition
Is for Intellect palatable
Apparently imposure of sin
Kills source collective the bias
Care you don't have to bear
Of neither the sides of compliance
Rules parts of humans invent
May not valid be for evaluation
Mortal the thus very sin
Is imposing your limitation
No one you are to demand
Sets of your wrongly conditions
Thus no naive stupid banned
Reason for real renditions
No rule exist to demand
Account for their opinion
Unless lethal targeter this
Compares the vote via dominion
The price of equality mass
Is mentally full degradation
That's why we those deny
We up for the double negation
Irrational mess we clean up
We strive for the logic brilliance
The sense Constitution conveys
We guard judging words, Philly, Ness
This Lochness is fine the Ness
She is not some kind of mess
She is crispy like the chip
She lives very very deep
Iguana Orangutan
NATO backwards is OTAN
And the bat does guano
Kate does says all that NO NO
// Inspired y my favorite poem
A Tale of the Thirteenth floor by Ogden Nash
I know kids should be kids
Too many parents will not allow it
Be quiet whenever you are around
Don’t play too hard or get dirty
And above all, never ever smile too big
I feel so sorry for kids like that
They do not have parents
They have wardens and guards
I say we should just let a kid be a kid
That is what they were meant to be
Little monsters playing with their friends
Screaming and howling their heads off
Coming home so dirty, you don’t know them
But coming home with the biggest smile ever
If you cannot raise a kid that way
Please just don’t have them
They deserve parents so much better than you
© Poem – X/VII/MMXXV
LRET
When just a lad, I thought I was magic,
Doing a trick can sometimes be tragic.
The bird sang the wrong song,
The rabbit was long gone,
When they booed, I got very dramatic.
The star-planet is straight above
Two kid-adults on a trampoline.
Side-by-side they watch the sky
At one a.m. on the months eve
Quietly, they're waiting, staring
As time tosses and turns between
The adult-kids who prep like vets
For the other kid-adult to leave
They lay solemn side-by-side
Distanced by a lack of sleep
They make their vows on satellites
Shooting stars, and falling wings
Today-tomorrow, when they wake
They'll find their voice on everything
But tonight, they're kid-adults
Side-by-side on a trampoline
I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
When cooking something hot,
The oven mitts you grab.
Pulling them on, you think,
“Am I a wanna-be crab?”
In the hush of night’s embrace, so wide,
Where silence floats and dreams reside,
There lies a sea, not made of seas—
But stars that whisper through the breeze.
A galaxy, both near and far,
Each flicker shines—a silent scar
Of wishes cast and hopes once made,
That glimmer bright but never fade.
Each star, a story, fierce and true,
Of ancient light that traveled through
The folds of time, the edge of space,
To touch the soul, to find its place.
They dance in patterns, wild and free,
A cosmic waltz, eternity.
No chain can bind, no hand can hold
These flames of silver, blue, and gold.
We look above with yearning eyes,
And feel so small beneath those skies,
Yet in that span so vast and wide,
We find our dreams, and hearts collide.
So when you’re lost or torn apart,
Look up and listen with your heart—
For in that glowing, endless dome,
The stars will always guide you home.
Specific Types of Kid Poems
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