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KIDS POEMS

Imagination is a beautiful thing
It is the decision
To stand out from the crowd
To dip out of a busy life
It is your own private world
A sanctuary garden
To paint a canvas
With your own hand
To relax your brain from overtime
Give your soul a rest

- Written By A Teenage Girl In Recovery

A bright future is but a dream,
Wondering if your blessings will come
Hopeful for that one happy ending
Optimistic to the teeth
Happier when you’re successful
Healthier when you learn from mistakes
It’s just the one truth, to feed the positive
And starve the negative,
Until you're completely at one, happy in your heart.

- Written By A Teenage Girl In Recovery

I run out of real reasons
And places to hide
My heart began aching
There was no one at my side
I whisper
Please help me
I can't go on
I am taking my life back
and setting it free

- Written By A Teenage Girl In Recovery

I grow light with each passing day,
The minutes, the hours that leave each day,
I grow light with each enchanting thought
That brings me closer to the light of your heart
I grow light when I hear your voice
That keeps my mind focused on each choice
I grow light with your love

- Written By A Teenage Boy In Recovery

Peace is
That place
Where all the trees lead
That where the wind blows,
That place
Where the winding hills go,
That place
Where you refresh yourself
By cool lakes
And strength
You have a new story
When you have found time to do this
You can truly
Start to enjoy life again

- Written By A Teenage Boy In Recovery

Wind in my hair
joy in my heart
happiness in my expression
I listen
I listen
to the waves crashing
sea gulls chattering
to another
I sit in the sand
and I listen
listen to the calming sounds,

the ones
that make you lose your stress.
I know I have found it
and I listen to peace

- Written By A Teenage Girl

​​If I were in charge of the world,
you wouldn't have poor people or homeless people.
If I were in charge of the world,
I'd cancel school and all bedtimes.
And a person who spends every hour on the computer
would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.

​- Written By A Teenage Girl In A Domestic Violence Shelter

I understand why the birds tweet when they’re happy
I say what can be said in any situation
I dream about the stars and galaxies beyond
I hope for the best for everyone
I am smart and a rebel against wrong

- Written By A Teenage Girl In A Domestic Violence Shelter

In a place of STILLNESS...
We can listen to the world around us, and
The whisper of his voice will bring healing with love
I can feel the peace


In a place of TRUST...
How difficult to trust!
Our decisions will be better ones hereafter
I feel safety


In a place of ACCEPTANCE...
We are the ones who can make a change
I can accept myself as I am

- Written By A Group Of People Residing In A Homeless Shelter

I am crawling into the new year
At a snail’s pace with my past
Overflowing like water
I feel as though I have been catapulting
Backwards into my old year
Feeling the need to gain control to
Enter my new year my energy
Oozing out of control – leaping,
Waltzing and even darting into
My new year doing my best
To keep up. I pray that
God gives me the
Strength to navigate in to
My new year with an adventure
Escaping my past letting it
Vanish into the thin air keeping
My head above water and
Finally enjoying
My new year

- Written By A Woman Residing In A Homeless Shelter

I used to be ruthless,
But now I am empathetic.
I always wanted to be loved,
But I never loved myself.
I can’t change the past,
But I can make a brighter future.
I never did any good,
But I just might show the world
that I’ve changed.

- Written By An Incarcerated Woman

Being somebody isn’t based
upon other people’s opinions.

I have a story to tell- a story of survival,

people will judge me and I may stumble-
but I have the power to get back up again.

I am free to live at peace without judgment.
I am who I am and nobody can stop me.
I am free on the inside!

- Written By An Incarcerated Woman

​Accept a lack of knowledge
Accept people with disabilities
Learn to have good sportsmanship
Learn from your mistakes always
Learn to forgive and forget
Trust close family members
Trust no thieving person
Don't disrespect elders
Don't lose faith
Be honest
Be happy
Smart
Loyal

- Written By An Incarcerated Teenage Girl

I used to be weak and stupid
but now I am the strongest
and not scared of a thing.
If I could start over
and write my own story
it would be the greatest story ever told.
I never believed in myself
but I might change my thoughts on that.
I can’t let my past stop me
but I can learn from it.
I used to have no dreams
but now I have many I will chase
...and reach!

- Written By An Incarcerated Teenage Girl

Deep down inside,
I am like a coral reef filled with beauty,
color and discovery.
Deep down inside,
I am filled with weird and colorful creatures,
big and small.
Deep down inside,
I am truly unique in my own special way.

- Written By A Young Girl With Down Syndrome

I am hungry and very forgiving.
I wonder if I can get a job.
I hear that it is very easy but it’s difficult.
I see a lot of opportunities out there.
I want to learn how to change myself.
I am soft and surviving.

- Written By A Teenage Boy

Speaking of time
I really want to turn back
To have cupcakes in school
To have ice cream cakes
Turns out
Living life is hard to do
But I’m not gonna settle
Something will come with time

- Written By A Teenage Mother In Foster Care

You are energy to my soul
Long as you have me, you would never be alone
At times it gets hard but I always keep hope
When you’re not here, I still feel your presence

And I still sin but I learned my lesson
So many times, I felt so hopeless
But I still have so many blessings

- Written By A Teenage Mother In Foster Care

Blue sounds like yelling and crying.
Blue tastes like tears running down my face.
Blue smells like shame and depression.
Blue is a place where the parents fight and that place is home.
Blue is sadness.

- Written By A Young Girl Attending A Low-income School

Look around
See yourself.
Crawled in a box.
Suddenly understood.
Take the box away
and start to cry.

- Written By A Young Girl Attending A Low-income School
Cooming Soon ....
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