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

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

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 into 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