Toys Child Poems | Examples
These Toys Child poems are examples of Child poems about Toys. These are the best examples of Child Toys poems written by international poets.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Dreams
Emotion: Joy
Color: Blue
Season: Harvest
Form: Couplet
Object: Lego
Verb: Bound
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Upon the floor we play, me and my little boy
where toys are helter skelter... where we find joy
It's harvest time for our ripened fields of corn
Pretending the yellow ears are babes been born
Blue Legos are his favorite color in the giant set
Time spent in play with him, I never will regret
Mothers dream of her child's laughter as a favorite sound
When he naps, into the toybox the Legos are bound
Tucked inside his blanket as treasure
shoebox keeps stuffed toys sleeping with pleasure
while he hugs it midst peaceful bliss' leisure
assured of its worth, yon priceless measure.
My child's shoebox serves as home of safety
to guard what he loves with security...
a fortress surrounded by care's beauty
showing well compassion's tenacity.
Child without a care in the world
Ponytail held by red ribbon
Summer breeze toys with kite on string
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with AI chat toys
my children join in and laugh
engaging with droids—
their toys become companions
for exploring the future
voice box extracted,
the alien grows gentle,
a creature of cloth—
they revert to mere soft toys
for beeps and let's tickle games
mute toys speak the truth
imagination awakes—
when machines go still
to hear more in them silent
than in their pre-programmed chat
Alone and Separated
Far from a Child’s touch
Divided in much
A bus with square wheels and not round
A Passenger train with no steam engine pull
A flying Eel
A rewrite Reel
All the above are Misfit toys
Needing the joy from every Girl and Boy
They are stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere
It’s up to Santa to bring the care
The Misfit Toys have nowhere to go
A change needs to be a flow
Misfit Toys cry out to the world they deserve a home
A place where a Child and Misfits can roam
Misfit toys must be seen from a different angle
It’s up to the child
Being enjoyment while
Misfit Toys for Christmas and any season
Imagine, a Misfit Toy hand held by a loving child
That is the true meaning of giving.
Fisher Price toys
For every girl and boy
A child’s enchanted heart
Love of toys from the start
The Fisher Price name
Satisfaction claim
Every child’s brand
Fisher Price extends throughout the land
Playful experience
Captivation influence
Fisher Price that no one forgets
A time and place
A past with no erase
Inner joy
A Fisher Price toy
The smiles from every girl and boy.
Of all the toys I have for play,
there's one I like the most- hooray!
They're square, and I can stack them tall
and laugh when they begin to fall!
And, on the floor in a long line-
a choo choo train, I build just fine!
I push the end so it can go
and roar the sound of horns that blow.
Then I can build a jungle snake-
pretend it's real and not just fake!
I'm not afraid that it might bite-
it's make-believe, so I'm all right.
My colored squares of wood are fun,
and I make sure that when I'm done
I put them back in their red box-
my special toy of wooden blocks.
Her demeanor mild,
Still a tad wild.
She's such a sweet child..
Beauty and charm well compiled.
She is never riled.
Her demeanor mild.
The angels smiled.
Curls that wouldn’t be styled.
Still a tad wild.
She absolutely beguiled.
Her toys neatly piled.
She's such a sweet child.
Little boys in caps
Dirt on their seat,
Puppies in their laps
Toy cars at their feet
Dirt on their seat
Baseball at their side,
Toy cars at their feet
Sneaker laces untied
Baseball at their side
Cars in red and blue,
Sneaker laces untied
Puppy wants attention, too
Cars in red and blue
Go round until dark,
Puppy wants attention, too
Hear him happily bark
Go round until dark
Puppies in their laps,
Hear him happily bark
Little boys in caps.
Play in the sandbox bury your toys
Androgynous youth girls and boys
Dolls for girls no matter the age
Trucks for boys play in the sage
Lift my spirit child of mine
Playful soul outlasting time
Boys wear dresses
Girls wear pants
Androgynous youth
Play in the sand
Laughter and singing
Dancing and fun
Summers playful heat
Glorious fun
I don't remember happy things that made me laugh with joy.
Like catching frogs and climbing trees like a proper little boy.
Walking around in broken shoes and dirty clothes that smelt
Going to bed with no food and beatings with a belt
.
Parents that would drink and be gone all weekend.
Having to play make-believe because I didn't have any friends
And when Christmas came no smiles and happy noise
Money spent on getting drunk not getting any toys.
I got used to this way of life because that is how it was meant to be
I wonder what life would have been like with a different family.
Counting Beats
There is a machine,
that the doctor has,
it is sheer magic.
It can be placed on the belly of a mother,
and the heartbeat of a child can be heard.
The sound...
It is like the very same music
softly played every day...
in heaven.
The bright spot,
the tiny light...
of life,
greater than the darkness all around.
Brought here to earth, by a miracle.
One, two, three,
what will you be?
A boy, to play with...
cars and trucks, boats and engines,
toys that fill the day in every way.
Will you be a girl?
A daughter to call my own?
To be my best friend, and sing,
when I have long since gone.
A child, a gift,
I linger still...
to dwell upon the sound...
before it stops.
Where has the young boy gone,
Oh, where has the young boy gone?
The one who played
So quietly with his toys,
But who was capable of making
Such a terrible noise,
The one who climbed
The old gnarled beech tree,
And claimed to be ruler
Of all he could see,
The one who played with his puppy,
Held it so tenderly while it slept,
The one who ran through the meadow
And across the stream leapt,
The one I read stories to,
While he was tucked-up in his bed,
The one I nursed when he was ill
And I cared for and fed.
Time has passed and time has flown,
And the young boy has long since grown,
The young boy has long since grown,
And now has a young boy - all of his own …
heaps and heaps of toys
makes a wealthy child happy
love misunderstood
mother's love embrace
brings happiness to hungry child
love well understood
Written 16/10/2021
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Children have loneliness too
Toys are like their parents or friends
To keep them happy and safe
To replace loneliness with
Love, warmth and affections
To replace dead silence with
Life and sound
To keep them busy
As well as
To keep busy parents no worry