Best For Children Poems
FOR CHILDREN – LOST
Kitty kitty
Chased by dogs
Hid inside a hollow log
When sun was down
Came kitty out
Kitty kitty looked about
Puzzled then
Poor kitty roamed
Found himself a mile from home
Strange names now
Each street he crossed
Kitty kitty scared and lost
Where oh where
Could kitty go
Colder now began to snow
Kitty kitty
filled with fright
Cried he then with all his might
No on came
Or kitty heard
Save a chirping little bird
Startled upward kitty looked
Into the snowy frozen night
Behold! A golden wondrous sight
A shining star
Its beam threw down
Upon a house in kitty’s town
Kitty kitty
With frozen feet
Ran he then through wind and sleet
Till he reached
That star struck door
Home at last to roam no more
Dave Austin
A Poem on Baya Bird for Children and adults too
How can I forget,
This sweet little, dream weaver
Bird Baya,
Whom I love, from the depths of my heart,
This dream weaver Baya,
Reminds me and reminds constantly to all its fans,
How anyone, can weave their dreams
Into a reality,
By collecting one by one each straw,
And then weaving, each straw
With a skill,
Which only needs
Practice and patients only.
.
Children, of this modern generation,
Needs to watch and see this bird,
Very carefully,
How firm determination and practice,
Of any art and skills,
Can be learnt by anyone of us.
All you need, is a will to learn and do it,
With concentration of mind,
Which improves your skills, slowly and slowly
And one day,
You too can give a shape,
To your dreams,
Like this Dream Weaver Baya.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 11/ 12th Jan. 2019
Children
imagine,
but their imagination
is still not enough.
Many images
are preparing to enter the children.
Children
cannot read books with just words.
Without beautiful pictures,
they cannot enter the stories.
Without fun pictures,
the stories cannot enter the children.
Without books,
children cannot enter the world.
Without children,
the world cannot enter the future.
The world will not become
what children imagine.
(The audience for this is small children who have seen the movie.)
Mary Poppins Makes a Visit
By Elton Camp
When Mary decides she wants a job
Other applicants of a chance will rob
She causes a strong wind to blow
Riding umbrellas, off they do go
When competitors are no longer around
From the sky she comes floating down
In order to make sure that she gets hired
Convinces Banks she is what’s desired
Upstairs to the nursery she does go
Gives the children a magic show
Then of her own self, she does say,
“Practically perfect in every way.”
When she takes them on the street
An old friend, Burt, they do meet
His drawings made of chalk
They admire on the sidewalk
By her power, they pop inside
There they find horses to ride
In the fantasy world can stay no more
Once a heavy rain does start to pour
The two wet children then are told
Take this medicine to avoid a cold
When they began to frown
Found a way to get it down
To swallow it they couldn’t well refuse
Because of the song Mary did choose
Both kids thought it very neat
When the stuff tasted sweet
Mary then had a very strong feeling
They’d like a tea party on the ceiling
When happy, they floated up in the air
Stayed there as long as they had no care.
Of Mary’s antics Mr. Banks got tired
Decided it was time she should be fired
Getting him to take them to work was a trick
With serious consequences that made him sick
Though the tuppence was only a tiny amount
Banker wanted Michael’s money in an account
Of that the boy saw no need
The birds he wanted to feed
When his money he did demand
Other customers didn’t understand
They didn’t think it was in fun
And on the bank began a run
That very night, Mr. Banks was called back
Board of Directors would give him the axe
But into his mind did spring
What was the important thing
Mary had shown him how to enjoy
Spending time with his girl and boy
Mean old banker laughed until he died
But the Directors’ Board took it in stride
“Mr. Banks, we have a fine notion
Take you back with a promotion.”
And Mary, her job all done,
From the house she did run.
Do not
Make
God Your
Enemy
I sat and read a book today,
A horror book with terror and fear.
“Don’t lie with a male as with a female” it said,
You’re an abomination if you are a *****.
Then “Dash the little ones up against a rock”,
Saying killing kids was noble and right.
And it told slaves to “Accept the terms of their master”,
Even if he just wants to fight.
Further in, it said, in clear easy print,
“No woman will have authority over man”.
She shall not be able to teach him either,
She might not have the attention span.
Then the main character had a temper tantrum,
With a barren fig tree, it was just out of season.
He killed it, turned it to dead wood there and then,
I thought this guy was meant to show reason.
This book I read hated on heaps of people,
Oodles of things we take for granted every day.
Contraception, trans-gender, evolution and science,
Especially folks who’re openly gay.
How this horror book got past the censors astounds,
It’s a tragedy where death’s glorified.
Like a Jedi that got resurrected after dying,
The main character returned after being crucified.
Once in a blue moon
Once upon a time
Time to wake up
Time to tell the truth
Truth will come out
Truth will set you free
Free to be yourself
Free to fly
Fly far away
Fly with eagles' wings
Wings that lift you high
Wings steady and strong
Strong as an ox
Strong enough to last
Last forever
Last call
Call a friend
Call collect
Collect coins
Collect your thoughts
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of people
People who matter
People who care
Care for the sick
Care for their souls
Souls that are lost
Souls redeemed by love
Love that never fails
Love that won't let go
Go for the gold
Go in peace
Peace of mind
Peace with God
God Most High
God is love
Love beyond measure
Love without end
End of strife
End of days
Days of our lives
Days bright with hope
Hope for all people
Hope for the future
Future of the world
Future of our children
Children we have borne
Children of our love
Love
Borne
5/14/14
There is a little red train
Rolling down the line
Little red train
I wish that you were mine
You're taking all the toys
and the girls and boys
On a trip to toyland tonight .
There will be trains and planes
Buses and motor cars
Dolls and prams
Jelly babies from the jar
They'll all come alive
When the clock strikes one
They'll keep on playing
Until the night is done .
Dora the doll and Ted the teddy bear
and a beautiful baby in her big high chair
and they'll all come alive
When the clock strikes one
and keep on playing
Until the night is done .
So go to sleep
All you girls and boys
Dream of the little train
and all those toys
For when you dream
Wishes can come true
and mommy and daddy
Will watch over you
Little red train
Rolling down the line
Little red train
I wish that you were mine.
I have ponder it waking long
Curled around my pillow like a fog
What was it the morning stars sang
Before a tree became a fire log?
I do not think I like this place
This limitless paradise of ease
Where serpents crawl and goodness waste
Our callous discontent to appease
The next time when children huddled
Expire in blood, mark my word, the snake
Will in some theory cuddled
Earn redemption from fire and the stake
They mourn for rights of arms despite
The constitution's outworn belief
The trust of law could still ignite
The land in despot's horror and grief
I shall mourn for mothers and me
Mourn for children murdered by our greed
For power, and the serpent I see
Is ego slinking through the shallow weed
This paradise is not good. Too
Much freedom gives sin an open door
Just laws will not still protect the few
While terror thirsts for mayhem and gore
The tree of liberty has fruits
I do not like, faults that threatens me
For some claim limitless pursuits
That change freedom to insanity.
Poems for Children Only
If poem seems bad straighten it out for me
So maybe soon eventually I can start to see
What I thought were to be my eccentricities
Compared to yours were all inadequacies.
Many of my verbs may be in wrong tense
Word arrangement never made much sense
Some adverbs should be adjectives instead
And ending of my people often did dread.
Okay, my comrade poets I must confess
What should I do to straighten out this mess?
Start trying to tear all of my poems apart;
Write poems for children only soon do start.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
I am so fed up with the school of rhyme
and those that do it ALL THE flipping TIME
It how we are taught as little pups
it's not a genre befitting grow ups
It's okay to throw a rhyme in here and there
but Jesus Christ, really, EVERYWHERE?
If I start to read a pieces that rhymes
every other frigging line
it makes me want to yank out all my hair
so I close the page and go else where
if you think that rhyming is where it's at
then your sentiments are falling flat
Let the children have their style
Use it sparingly; once in a while
I wrote this poem to prove I can...
write just like neanderthal man
If variety is the spice of life
then tell me: why is rhyming so rife?
For Children of War and Other Deceptions
The load of time
weigh heavy
on the yokes of life;
the unshelled shelled.
Gone.
Innocence of children
preyed upon;
life failed to root itself.
Janus face war genuflects
craving forgiveness;
praising its necessity.
Forest primeval must have stories to tell
Who knows the secrets of its dark places
Perhaps in a glade a green dragon dwells
Or roam monkeys with most unusual faces
--
Perhaps make a turn and find a fairy or two
And have tea with their queen and her court
Or dance with a goat whose dressed all in blue
Oh what wonderful tales we will have to report
--
So my child, take my hand and off we'll go
Down this forest path and round the bend
Adventures to be had and stories to know
Before we find how this mystical story ends
Jump sniff chew scratch
dogs loved to be stroked on their backs
Run pant stretch bark
dogs love playing ball in the park
Digging holes with their clawed nails
Long ears and wagging tails
I love dogs
they are such fun
throw a stick and watch
them run.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.
Sleep my child you’re here in my heart, we’ll remember this day as our new start.
We’ll use those preyers to find our dreams, across the mountains, avoiding those thieves.
When we sleep we’ll find our peace, for the spirits will lead us to our release.
Heavens gift is not in gold, it’s within the love we share and hold.
Luck is not gift wrapped or a tasty treat, it’s in each step we dare to meet.
Life is learning how to be strong, having the courage to carry on.
Miracles are not always huge or tall, it’s seeing the good in something small.
My child, life is not a chocolate treat, nice and tasty always sweet.
So we prey and keep our faith, together we can clear the tears from our face.
Sleep my child your safe in my hand, I promise to do the best that I can.
A hardened life you’ve had to bear, often feeling like mummy’s not there.
I promise this I’ll never leave, I’ll stand and fight, we’ll always breath.
Sleep my child rest your head, remember my love is born and bread.
We just took time to find our place, to find that smile we lost on our face.
I love you my children you are my gold, you are the treasure that I love to hold.
Above the moon around the stars! right around Pluto and right through Mars.
Right around the universe with a single spark! reaching right back to your place in my heart.
I love you more with each passing day; it will never fade or drift away.
Together forever, Eternally loved!