Best Pre School Poems
I will never ever forget
that haunted look
in her huge blue eyes
She was only four years old ...
an innocent child
who witnessed her beloved daddy
fall to the floor and die
After the trauma of his death
she never spoke another word
Written for Haunted Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Sadly this a true story of a little girl called Jacqueline who attended the pre-school I worked in, even after all these years I have never forgotten the haunted look in her eyes.
9/26/19
A toddler in a stroller passed
And, looking at her face,
It seemed to me that she was
Merely staring into space.
Which made me wonder – could it be
She’d nothing on her mind?
If not, and I could read her thoughts,
What musings would I find?
I wish I had a lollipop.
I need some better toys.
My pre-school class has way too many
Mean and nasty boys.
My lunch today was yucky.
Why does Mommy have to work?
And why did Daddy come home mad
And call his boss a jerk?
I know, I might be way off base.
Perhaps within that stare
Were thoughts of all the happy things
She couldn’t wait to share.
Sharing is good, a basic lesson
I learned in pre-school
And it’s what most people
Both rich and poor go on to do
But when it’s forced, coerced
Taken without consent
It’s not sharing
It’s just theft
Something I also got lessons about
When I was just a child
(1/10/26)
His eyes and heart fill with angst of growing old, going to pre-school
The thought of learning excites him so, he sharpens up his manners
Spills his chocolate soy milk and finger paints me a new brown house
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
I have a box upon my shelf
Containing precious reminders, of life's wealth
My very first bible, I got when I was nine
The very first book, that was just mine!
A plastic cameo, my mother had
And wore in 1958, when she married my dad
A purple painted rock, made in pre-school
By one of my brothers, because he thought it was cool
A poem my sister wrote about petting a mouse
And memories of growing up in our drafty old house
Coins from foreign places, gifts from "adopted" children, who called me mom
While attending the college where I worked, now they've graduated and gone
A blue visitor's pass, from the ICU
I wore everyday, while God healed my mom, thank YOU...
Stained and crumpled letters, from war zones, afar
Words written there, the most treasured so far
Words, longing for home and things to change
And for another chance, to help rearrange
To convince people to throw out things that mean the least
Making room inside their chest, their hearts, for peace
Now, I have a few things that really shine
And enjoy the bling, wear them from time to time
But they just hang around, here and there
If I didn't have them, I wouldn't care
Before this life of mine is through
I may add to my box another thing or two
But, these treasures I keep upon my shelf
No one would want, except myself....
Donna Jones
8-20-2013
What's YOUR name Little Angel?
My name Jo nan Nomi.
Jo-Anne Naomi, That is a beautiful name.
Tankyou. MaMa this is DaDa right.
Yes Jo this is YOUR Daddy.
Are you staying here with us Daddy.
Daddy will be with us just for today, but he will be back FOREVER, soon
After breakfast: OK Jo get ready for pre-school
"Nubbies", she grew up over breakfast
And she will come home as a Junior High Schooler. You only have a short time with us
You will see 44 years in the next couple of Hours. Now follow me to the bedroom.
To be Continued
To POETRYSOUP : I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...HG
Whenever I see a rainbow it always makes me smile
I love to admire their natural beauty for many a while
What will I find at the end of a rainbow -
it won’t be a crock of gold that much I know!
I seek neither fame nor tremendous wealth
For I am extremely rich, as I possess good health
Good health is something that cannot be bought
I know from experience, it’s not a lesson that is taught
So you won’t see me chasing rainbows to find a pot of gold
But I will rejoice at their stunning beauty until I’m very old
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Having lived in the countryside
I attended a country school
my pre school years were solo
living in farm cottage quiet as a rule
Not many children around the place
mostly played myself on my own
which helped for having stammer
didn't like talking especially the phone
So school was on the horizon
the thought filled me with fear
this tongue of mine won't cope
wish I was still only a year
So the day arrived off I went
school was in and so was I
in primary one all sitting down
but thinking to myself all is nigh
Miss Davidson was a lovely lady
went round the class asking our name
when it came my turn I just froze
after countless attempts name eventually came
Rest of day speech continued to struggle
another ten years of this battle to be fought
not a pleasant thought to consider
but well nothing else for it this is my lot
When Jesus was teaching Pre-School
He taught them all The Golden Rule
But none would comply
Since the other guy
Was much more in need of that tool!
MOTHER AND SON RE-UNITE
I was phoned by an old friend Blessing,
Who told me that her one and only son,
Who was once reported missing,
Has been found after a decade lying in sweltering sun.
In his pre school years or somewhere there about,
She left him in care of elderly nurse in white,
In the trust she did not doubt,
On returning, the nurse and the boy were all out of sight!
The news that the hospital did not employ that nurse,
Send in my friend’s heart, a terrible fright!
When the nurse and the boy’s descriptions were finally broadcast,
Brought in the inside of the nurse, the worse!
As the law net finally closed, the nurse deserted him in broad day light,
Her heart beating very fast, she outran the police in the ever-whirling dust!
Today was Special Person’s Day
At pre-school, for the 3’s.
One guest per child and I was picked,
An honor I did seize.
Each child announced his person
Then we hunted for their names
On a placemat on the table
Where we sat and made some frames.
There was fruit to eat and cookies
Which the children helped to bake
And some marigolds in plastic cups
For all of us to take.
Then a teacher took our pictures
So the frames will get some use
And the kids performed a song and dance
To shake their sillies loose.
Though I’m one of several people
Henry loves who love him back,
I am thrilled that he decided
To select me from the pack.
You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves
You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math
You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus
You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added
You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity
You Are Geometry To Me:
You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet
You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave
You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World
You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …
And You Are Geometry To Me …
Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape,
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
Ignoring those slaughters,
as if there were none.
But one of your daughters
Were always son.
Simce pre-school,
hating all girl toys,
Even though he acted like a fool,
Always was one of the boys.
Confused child,
With mess in his head.
Worthless maybe kinda wild,
Fantasising about his death.
How lovely, I want to find peace.
Honestly I don't think I can.
I wish seken would not call me "miss"
I wish I could be 'real man'
Nothing. Just ignorance.
Humanity is organisation filled with idiots.
Cause they don't let me finish one sentence.
They ask questions, but in the end they write dots.
I'm tired. I want to cry.
Im not sane, can't see no consequence.
I think would kill myself, and die.
I think I would, if I had a chance.
I would drown myself down the river,
I would feel the cold water, as it soaks my clothes.
I would feel comfortable, I wouldn't shiver,
My hair would feel easy as it floats.
What? No I'm not writing about my own suicide.
It feels like speaking to the deaf people, that are dead.
So please, step aside,
And forget everything I said.
I am adopted and a single child
having a stammer since pre-school
I also loved soccer to play and watch
at 12, I got to go to my first game, real cool!
This was fab to go on my own
for the very first time just me
a real sense of freedom I stood there
on the terrace standing tall as a tree
That was the first of many games
throughout lots of years
many victories among many defeats
the atmosphere and thrill tingle my ears
Looking back now to a special memory
that first day lies special in my heart
feeling that sense of security but free
this was to mould me in no small part
That day prepared me for future life
whatever struggles of life would face
the grounding I made then framed me
to lift myself over every hilltop without a trace