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Famous Short Child Poems. Short Child Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Child Poems. Short Child Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Child short poems

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by Ogden Nash

Grandpa Is Ashamed

 A child need not be very clever
To learn that "Later, dear" means "Never."


by Kobayashi Issa

It once happened

 It once happened
that a child was spared punishment
through earnest solicitation.


by Emily Dickinson

Bliss is the plaything of the child --

 Bliss is the plaything of the child --
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can


by Carl Sandburg

Slippery

 THE SIX month child
Fresh from the tub
Wriggles in our hands.
This is our fish child.
Give her a nickname: Slippery.


by Carl Sandburg

Losses

 I HAVE love
And a child,
A banjo
And shadows.
(Losses of God,
All will go
And one day
We will hold
Only the shadows.)


by A E Housman

The Grizzly Bear

 The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
It has devoured the little child.
The little child is unaware
It has been eaten by the bear.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE UNEQUAL MARRIAGE

 EVEN this heavenly pair were unequally match'd when united:

Psyche grew older and wise, Amor remain'd still a child,

 1789.*


by Friedrich von Schiller

The Circle Of Nature

 All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeard
Back to the days of his youth, childish and child-like, returns.


by Stephen Crane

With eye and with gesture

 With eye and with gesture
You say you are holy.
I say you lie;
For I did see you
Draw away your coats
From the sin upon the hands
Of a little child.
Liar!


by Ben Jonson

An Epitaph on S [alathiel] P [avy]

An Epitaph on S [alathiel] P [avy], a child
of Q
[ueen] El [izabeth's] Chapel
by Ben Jonson


by Robert Herrick

Another Grace For A Child

 Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all. Amen.


by Emily Dickinson

I noticed People disappeared

 I noticed People disappeared
When but a little child --
Supposed they visited remote
Or settled Regions wild --
But did because they died
A Fact withheld the little child --


by Robert Herrick

GRACE FOR A CHILD

 Here, a little child, I stand,
Heaving up my either hand:
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all.
Amen.


by Robert Herrick

A Childs Grace

 HERE a little child I stand 
Heaving up my either hand; 
Cold as paddocks though they be, 
Here I lift them up to Thee, 
For a benison to fall 
On our meat and on us all. Amen.


by Robert Herrick

UPON A CHILD THAT DIED

 Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood;
Who as soon fell fast asleep,
As her little eyes did peep.
--Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.


by Hilaire Belloc

The Lion

 The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim,
And a good little child will not play with him.


by Robert Herrick

Epitaph upon a Child that died

 HERE she lies, a pretty bud, 
Lately made of flesh and blood: 
Who as soon fell fast asleep 
As her little eyes did peep. 
Give her strewings, but not stir 
The earth that lightly covers her.


by Carl Sandburg

Never Born

 THE TIME has gone by.
The child is dead.
The child was never even born.
Why go on? Why so much as begin?
How can we turn the clock back now
And not laugh at each other
As ashes laugh at ashes?


by Emily Dickinson

Ill send the feather from my Hat!

 I'll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows -- but at the sight of that
My Sovereign will relent?
As trinket -- worn by faded Child --
Confronting eyes long -- comforted --
Blisters the Adamant!


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Sea Took Pity

 The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: 
‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand: 
Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb, 
And she shall child them on the New-world strand.’
. . . . . . . .


by James Joyce

A Flower Given to My Daughter

 Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.

Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.


by Emily Dickinson

The going from a world we know

 The going from a world we know
To one a wonder still
Is like the child's adversity
Whose vista is a hill,
Behind the hill is sorcery
And everything unknown,
But will the secret compensate
For climbing it alone?


by Hilaire Belloc

The Tiger

 The tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
And makes a pretty playfellow
For any little child.
And mothers of large families
(Who claim to common sense)
Will find a tiger well repays
The trouble and expense.


by Hilaire Belloc

Tiger The

 The tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
And makes a pretty playfellow
For any little child.
And mothers of large families
(Who claim to common sense)
Will find a tiger well repays
The trouble and expense.


by Carl Sandburg

Monosyllabic

 LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.
Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool,
 on a child.
To-day, let me be monosyllabic … a crony of old men
 who wash sunlight in their fingers and
 enjoy slow-pacing clocks.


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