Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

child (Remove filter)

How She Sees

Light…

what a beautiful light.
If only to touch for a moment
as day turns to night.
 

And how…

how I wish it could it be,
we all could see through eyes of children

so innocently.
 

Oh, see how she glows

from her head to her toes

as the light gleams from her face.

Will we change how she sees,

or change so we see things her way?
 

Will we change how she sees,
o...

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(3)

childchildlikeinnocence

A Bird Now Gone

No bird remains to sing his song.

so silence pounds the whole day long.

 

In beat with memory of the day

I clapped to make him go away.

 

The fault, it clearly lies with me

the bird was what the bird should be.

 

Now I live knowing I was wrong…

to want to silence any song.

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

childchildrenyouthfamilyregret

That Day In June

I sat today midst the happy smiles

of a children’s song, and for just a while

I was happy too, for what else should come

from a happy day and a happy song.

 

But, it came again just like every June,

when I feel the pain of an open wound

that on every other day I keep

hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.

 

But I guess that’s why they made the day,

so that folks ...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

parentchildfatherdeathseparation

NOLA

Graceful white shoulder to lean on is she
Blossoming beauty from seedling to tree
Structured so compact
So light on her feet
Ahead of her time
Soft voice oh so sweet
Four letter name quite rare in the city
Nola a diamond outstanding and pretty
A change in emotions or mood she detects
She will question your motives to make you reflect
Meet her you'll say she's like no one you've ...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(6)

Nolaenergetic childdaughterchild

Low Winter Son

I kick away the leaves
uncover the carved stones
And reading your names again
I let those feelings flood in

The two of you rest together
laid deep beneath the earth
There’s a tree that grows above you
and here’s me, treading my own winter

Life was in wealth, awhile
but I’ve been chasing that warmth 
for three decades now
I’m tired and my body aches

There will be fireworks tonight
...

Read and leave comments (4)

Ageingdeathwinterparentschildfamilysadness

immature in elementary

i'm choosing to forget the stick and poke image, 

of myself in my head. 

my likeness is one i want to be liked. 

the stick and poke is immature and elementary. 

think your high school aquaintance,

who always wanted a tattoo. 

but 15 was still too young. 

so they mutilated the innocent skin of their thighs. 

the mutliated image of my body, my face, my ugly wretched soul

b...

Read and leave comments (2)

🌷(3)

poetrypoempoetwritingprosenon fictionfictiongrowing painsteenagerhigh schoolbody positivityfeminismmetaphorkidchildsunkenstory

Age 3

Age 3

Think of the child age 3 what she will do when she’s older

Who will be annoy who will she love where will she work

What will her mum think of her the bosses in work

Not to mention family members who’re older

Know so much more and those rival friends

Who name call pull hair bite scratch bully

The gal can learn karate to grow in and out

Becoming a black belt teacher an...

Read and leave comments (0)

childfuturepersonwhat if

Being a parent

Jump in puddles and make a mess 

This life is to be lived at its best

Play in the sunshine and dance in the rain

Share in the joy and guide them through pain

We teach them to listen, we teach them to talk

We carry and hold them and teach them to walk

For all the manners we teach them use 

We must remember to use them too

We must stop and listen and see through their eyes

...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(7)

Childparentlovebabykidsadultsharefeelemotion

Small moments

With one small hand wrapped round my thumb

You gave me a vision of what was to come.

 

A memory I will hold forever

The smallest grip, but I will remember.

 

I'd stare at you all day long

In my eyes you could do no wrong.

 

You would sleep and wriggle on my chest

Out of everything I could do, this was the best.

 

In no time at all you'd stolen our hearts

And ...

Read and leave comments (2)

🌷(5)

Poempoetryloveloved onebabyChildparent

The Sailor

an old man upstairs has fits of coughing

women make his bed creak fit to bust

he's some sort of evangelical preacher

an expert on the perils of human lust

 

bones in bright sunshine or pouring rain

pressed down by limbs that rarely speak

contorted versions of my wide-open legs

I could make his bed wake up and creak

 

do my vows still apply after these years?

did I ...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

vowsnunschildwhorelustpillsabortion

6th Month Wali Feeling

Na jaana maine wo ehsaas jab tak na aya tha tu
Na jaani maine wo khushi jab tak na paayi thi teri rooh

Kuch pal the dard ke lekin sehne me tha ek sukoon
Tere aane ke ehsaas ne badhai tujhse roobaroo hone ki justjoo
Aane se tere aai mujhme ek nayi zindagi
Kya khwaab hai ye ya sach me tu hai is rooh me kahin
Hazaaro darr hai is dil me or sawaal bhi
Magar maloom hai mujhe bas hai jawaab har ...

Read and leave comments (0)

MotherhoodpregnancypregnantChildselfless love

Black Cupboard

it makes me sweat even now

such sheer terror left its mark

there's nothing worse than a

child imprisoned in the dark

 

she'd blame me for being bad

I'd struggle but to little avail,

hoisted in the black cupboard

dusty, warm, beyond the pale

 

bent in two and scared of mice

heard her laughter downstairs

something tickling my shoulder

the silk touch of spider's...

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(1)

ashesblackchildcupboardpillowspiderurn

To Breathe (Is To Burn)

 

There is so much more to this.

The music does not make song

but the foetal space

amongst famous walls

filled with such au fait grief

and there a beast floats

to see the fear fleeting

on their new found face

in some unfailing destiny,

there she silently screams,

a flame away

God so violently benign

in his passive spirit-

He forges her-

to breath truly ...

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(6)

sadnessgodchildnewpoemsfireburnversemusic

A Mother's Love

As we are born unto her
It is her fire that keeps us warm and safe
It is she who sacrifices all.

As we grow unto her
It is she we keep close too
It is she who sacrifices all

As we grow from her
She is never far from us

For she is our heart and our soul
A mother's love is a blessing to her child 
As The Lord intended

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(3)

motherloveblessingchild

My Child

My Child - Poem by Marie 

My child 
born disabled and deaf 
Yet loved by your every breath 

My child 
Blue eyes perfect face and hands 
No one else understands 

My child 
Born imperfect into a perfect world 
Rosy cheeks brown hair all curled 

My child 
I cry for you gods creation 
Born into this situation 

My Child 
Limbs disabled you'll never walk 
You will make noises bu...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

Childmychild

A Child

And a 
Child shivers in
The cold

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

ChildShiversillegal immigrants

Dear Ezra Bebot,

The first time I saw you, your mouth held no words.
I would take you out and watch you marvel at the birds.

Your awkward waddle would bring me smiles.
There was peace in my life holding you as we walked for miles.

The screaming, the crying, the testing,
The laughing, the hugging, the learning.

As I helped you grow, and loved every moment.
Even the ones that involved your excrement.

...

Read and leave comments (0)

Step sonstep-sonchildfatherfather's lovebreakupheartachebroken heartdepressionlosslovingend of relationshipseparation

My

I see the opening of your mind's eye, 

glittering like a starry sky. 

Asking yourself, how high? 

The iron will that says, I try. 

Go my darling, you'll fly. 

Full of joy, I cry. 

The apple of your father's  eye.

Read and leave comments (1)

fatherparenthoodchilddaughterlove

Jessica

She only hears the rooster's call
In the morning and peeks deeply
At the sun's beams through the window
The way she reads a talking mouth.

She's twenty-two but thinks like twelve
Keeping fairytales in her nook
How a sixth grader reads a book.
Old papers hide in her basket

With her touch becomes piece of art
As she tears and folds the pages
Forming flowers, vases and doves.
She has c...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(2)

lifechilddifferenceslovewoman

HATE HEALS

Surprises come everyday

some small

some large

Then there was you

---

I tripped

and dropped 

you on your head

I tried to pick you up

but didn't know how

---

To this day you hate me

To this day I let you

---

Because I  am old

and wiser

I realize

Sometimes hate heals

---

You need it to make 

your world right

---

So I sit here tonight

...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(2)

childhatehurtpoem

My Dad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As a child

I thought

the sun rose

and sat because

of my Dad.

 

As a teenager

I thought my

Dad was one

of the bumbest

people on earth.

 

Now that I

am over the

age of Fifty

I think the

older I get

the smarter

my Dad was.

 

The Circle

of life.

Read and leave comments (0)

childDadsmarterteenager

Eyrie Avenue

Eyrie Avenue

 

After the chicks had flown the nest

she sat in stony silence –

rocking back and forth in an upright chair.

The hair on her head pulled tight into a cowl

that accentuated her horny skull.

A sharp, beak nose and dull, see all eyes

that fluttered from pillar to post –

 

Until –

The ball came over the wall –

Then –

 

Fingers cur...

Read and leave comments (5)

old womanchildspoil-sportbehind curtains

Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not

 

“Be grateful for the light”,

my mum would say.

I remember that

as if it were only yesterday.

“Because, without it

the dark will never go away

and what’s hidden in it

will be inclined to stay”.

 

I had a son -

but I forget his name.

Yesterday,

someone like him came

to visit me -

but he was not the same,

because m...

Read and leave comments (4)

alzheimersmemory lossageparentchild

Help me - help me please

The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"

Sitting in her chair she was

wrapped in multicoloured shawl

refusing to elaborate

 

She couldn't see and couldn't hear

Refused to have her hearing help

Continued shouting "Help me help me"

"Won't somebody help me please"

 

Yet every time I tried to help her

Shouts vociferous and rude

Decrying all that...

Read and leave comments (3)

olddementiamotherchild

Of your tree

 

This apple won't always nestle in your protective root 
and yet, forever it is proud to be, your tree's fruit. 

Read and leave comments (2)

mummotherrootschildfruit

Starved to Death, for Jovonie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If only I had known

what was happening,

If only I had known

where you lived.

 

If only I had known,

I would have gone

into your home.

I would have

taken you out.

 

If only I had known,

I would have taken

you into my home.

I would have fed you.

 

If ...

Read and leave comments (1)

saddeathabuseChild

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message