Children's Poems | Modern Poems for Children

Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child, You wear your hair in plaits. A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids Falling down on each shoulder. A maypole’s dream. You would do your best to wash them when you could, When shampoo was available, Or even in the single, small bathroom. You would vigorously scrub your face too With...

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Coocoo doodle I do, Not every day I coo, What Mum can do, I can – My skin needs a sun tan. Homemade, my hair to curls, My makeup shines like pearls. And I'm just a baby, Or an adult, maybe. Baby guys will whistle, Love – their own epistle. While I sway my bum bum, Left to right like my mum. No high-heeled shoes to wear, I'd...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life. Mushroom-gathering, rushing to beat cold evening rains. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Ceremonious hailstones assail my hinoki hat. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Caught hatless in a winter shower? So it goes. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch How...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about winter, snow, snowball, home, fire, children, fun, frost, hail, fish, ice fishing. The year’s first snowfall; such happiness to be at home in my hut. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Fire-making friend, let me show you something grand: a huge snowball! —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Written for Basho’s dear friend Sora, who...

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We are all children of the moon, restless, wandering in primordial light, Oscillating in pure light that carries us beyond time, like a lost dream, We come from an undefined nowhere, without a destination on the maps of the universe, We just shimmer, without reason, without purpose, in the silent dance of snow stars, This is our beauty, our...

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It is a dawn, my love did call as misty rain on fields did fall l wept for thee, they didn't see it wasn't meant to be it is a night, the light burnt bright but shadows , on walls , did write l sang my love, across hills above to echo's, of my, true love It is the morn, l...

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twoo twoo twoo twee twee twee O the cheerful melody bad news on t.v. floods are carried away Dear children swept like dust twoo twoo twoo twee twee twee O the cheerful melody that once filled the camp there was dancing and crafts and a chain of hands twoo twoo twoo twee twee twee O the cheerful melody of the waters,...

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Been around the world seen some strange sights in my time and looking back my favourite is a roadway sign of yellow and black viewed in the U.S.A. which read (intellectually challenged?) 'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY' ...

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Of eleven children he was the first and from an early age for research had a thirst his love of dogs was no surprise highly regarded he received the Nobel Prize altho' no longer around of all those that ever were I clearly like the sound as with food it goes so well and if nothing else the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell ...

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This is one of my very early poems, but I have decided to edit and re-post it. My dream was to be a Jane Austen, Or a Virginia Woolfe, whose “stream Of consciousness” novel rocked the world, Or Kadambari, the muse who inspired The incomparable bard in Bengali Literature. A few fearless women - Debjani, and Gandhari, From...

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The children of Abraham are a force, sent by Gods word and walk with all of his force. Like a triangle, we do have points, sometimes we can hurt, and also cut into the earth. We are passionate about our God, and we bow down and pray for all of God’s blessing while on this...

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May we be blessed to understand… This simple truth…about family…. that many parents have learned along the way: If we want to be in our children’s memories tomorrow we need to be in their lives today. ...

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She always wondered how it would be If she, a black girl starred in a romantic comedy Where she wouldn't just be used as comic relief And she would be desired by the male lead She dreamed of being comforted And not play a strong black girl where she wouldn't be punished for being seen as 'weak' She could be...

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In my few quiet moments, I always say grace, a mother first, trying to find my place, my eyes are tired, every single day, I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way. A co-worker's friendship is definitely great, I work so hard, yet my bills are still late. Im trying to juggle the roles,...

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Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under the blankets. Laying on the pretty quilted baby pink sheets as the pillow moulded to my head’s shape, opening my soul’s...

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