Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 19:00:39 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 70467 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A CHILD`S PLEA [time] => 2004-11-07 07:12:16 [hometext] => For all the children suffering in the world. [bodytext] =>

I am a child.
What do I see?
Suffering and poverty
It’s all around me.
My parents are dying,
I feel all alone.
I’ve so little to eat,
I’m just skin and bone.

I am a child.
What do I hear?
The calls of hunger
the cries of fear.
I struggle to live
from day to day.
Fresh water and food,
For these things I pray.

I am a child.
What do I smell?
The stench of death,
This is my hell.
With eyes that are sunken,
bodies that are swollen,
Young lives
Those far too soon are stolen.

I am a child
And I’d like to taste
The food
that so many people waste.
In this world
of so much greed,
Mine
Is just a basic need?

I am a child
And I’d like to touch
The hearts of the people,
That have so much.
I’d like to know
They really care,
And a little of their wealth
With me they’d share.

I am a child
And I’d like the chance,
To grow a little older,
to sing and to dance.
I’d like to live
for many years,
And help heal
Other children’s tears.

I am a child
Don’t judge me by race,
Nor by the colour
of my face.
Just stop and look
and you will see
Another child dying,
It could be me.

Romayne 2004

[comments] => 4 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 21 [informant] => romayne [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

A CHILD`S PLEA

Contributed by romayne on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 07:12:16 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I am a child.
What do I see?
Suffering and poverty
It’s all around me.
My parents are dying,
I feel all alone.
I’ve so little to eat,
I’m just skin and bone.

I am a child.
What do I hear?
The calls of hunger
the cries of fear.
I struggle to live
from day to day.
Fresh water and food,
For these things I pray.

I am a child.
What do I smell?
The stench of death,
This is my hell.
With eyes that are sunken,
bodies that are swollen,
Young lives
Those far too soon are stolen.

I am a child
And I’d like to taste
The food
that so many people waste.
In this world
of so much greed,
Mine
Is just a basic need?

I am a child
And I’d like to touch
The hearts of the people,
That have so much.
I’d like to know
They really care,
And a little of their wealth
With me they’d share.

I am a child
And I’d like the chance,
To grow a little older,
to sing and to dance.
I’d like to live
for many years,
And help heal
Other children’s tears.

I am a child
Don’t judge me by race,
Nor by the colour
of my face.
Just stop and look
and you will see
Another child dying,
It could be me.

Romayne 2004

Copyright Â© romayne ... [ 2004-11-07 07:12:16]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: A CHILD`S PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 07:15:39 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

aww a very sad write, but this is harsh reality for many children around the world, very well written,

takecare,
pixie xx

Re: A CHILD`S PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by Socke on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 07:36:59 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Hmm...well writen. I hope your poem helps people to open their eyes for the truth!

Be blessed!
Lisbeth

Re: A CHILD`S PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by imalive_enoughsaid on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 07:58:34 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

well this is very true. many people ( americans mostly) do not realize what they have...thhis poem could open their eyes. good write

Re: A CHILD`S PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by GodisGreat3842 on Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 02:08:18 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

omg that's ....amazing. You're a great poet, I enjoy reading your work, keep it up. :)

-Em

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com