Top Ten Children Poems

A Hint at What Is Beautiful : Lovely is the 'bless your heart' Wrapped with appreciation, Offered to peace inclined individuals Who make a special effort To nurture shrapnel singed casualties In the midst of napalm sedated air, Conveying their humankind, unobtrusively Also, unassumingly, in our Blood recolored, avarice unhealthy, Detest eaten world. Lovely is the occasion, At the point when the heart apathetic To euphoria or distress, just trusts Whatever this life brings In any case, discovers time to simply be. By Yoonoos Peerbocus A Crazed Girl : THAT crazed young lady ad libbing her music. Her verse, moving upon the shore, Her spirit in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Stowing away in the midst of the load of a steamship, Her knee-top broken, that young lady I pronounce A delightful grand thing, or a thing Nobly lost, chivalrously found. Regardless of what debacle happened She remained in edgy music wound, Wound, injury, and she made in her triumph Where the bunches and the bins lay No regular comprehensible sound Be that as it may, sang, 'O ocean starved, hungry ocean.' By William Butler Yeats A Baby View of Abortion : I came as tomorrow Swaddled in guiltlessness To your warm womb Mother… … Without your decision Or on the other hand mine Bound to up date With time Our human tree Be that as it may, before adoration Developed into fragile living creature and words What is incomplete creation- A precipitation of blood Turned into my greatness. By Yoonoos Peerbocus A Ballad of Heaven : He created at one extraordinary work for quite a long time ; The world go by with elevated look; Some of the time his eyes were dashed with tears ; In some cases his lips with giggling shook. His significant other and youngster went dressed in clothes, Also, in a blustery garret starved ; He trod his measure on the banners, Also, high on paradise his music cut. Contemplative he became yet never dreaded ; For dependably on the midnight skies His rich symphonic score showed up In stars and zones and universes. He thought to duplicate down his score ; The moonlight was his light; he stated, 'Listen my adoration,' however on the floor His better half and tyke were lying dead. John Davidson