A Child standing alone
looks aren’t but vacant
nervous trammeled
watching whatever passes by
girls with colorful frocks
hum along like butterflies
not a thought passed in her mind
to dress up like them
nor desire to carry
a bag full of books
a look unanimated
a thought never happened
why Learning shut its doors for her
other children never pass a look
so absorbed in their own selves
all responses have dried up
when something is thrown
she mouths it
her pretty dolls are earthy things
never could she imagine
what the world has in store
the taste of insult
nor pleasure of pursuit
could she stomach
the world is too rich
to take care of her
a vacant look all that
she could possess at the moment.
Author notes
Poor childs plight
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Comments
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Simple and sweet. Moreover to the point. I do not like when people stretch things too long. good thoughts and nice poetry. thanks for entering
good luck
-Neha
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sad that this is true and happening everyday. good job and good luc
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wONDERFUL pOEM Brother Good luck with this poem in my contest Thank you for entering
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I can't stand how amazing this is. It is straight forward, and many peots will not give it a second look because of this, but in doing so they miss the point. People NEED to hear this message PLAINLY and DIRECTLY, and be touched by it, because that is exactly what is missing in this world to solve the social problems: transparency. Again, excellent.
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oh wow, I won't even hesitate this is the best so far. This choked me up from the beginning and I am still choked up writing this comment. You have created an amazing portrayal here. It makes the reader go 'more, tell me more.' I don't know if you write novels (there have been novels written in complete poetry), but this would be a great start. wow. If you ever do, let me know, I want to read it.


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B-E-A-UTIFUL great job on this i tryly loved it thank you for joining and best of luck (****)


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WOW. great write thanks for enterin&best of luck
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Amazing.
Amazing, this poem is truly good to describe in words. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck! -
This poem is sad and happy at the same time.. I know that probably made no sense whatsoever. Simple yet powerful. Good job!
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Sad
Umm i like this it is really sad but i like sad especially when i am sad LOL well it's good ! -
Wow what a way with words. You are talented. I enjoyed this so very much. YOu have such a painted emotion in each line. I like it. Keep it up.
Tabitha:
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we live inside moments, a vacant look is fine i think for certain times, our minds just flutter away into nowhere for awhile. who needs to know what the future holds in such times
spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...


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