Preschool Children Poems | Examples

These Preschool Children poems are examples of Children poems about Preschool. These are the best examples of Children Preschool poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberSearch That Bus

Dear driver of the bus, drive your bus with care and concern for the children

Be not in haste but be prompt, and be mindful of every rule while on the road

Dear Bus Monitor, count the children entering and tick every child that leaves

Your job is done if the ‘ins’ and ‘outs’ tally, I give you a register and pen for that

But that is not all, must search every nook and corner of the bus in the end

Like you are looking for hidden treasure, if you draw blank, it’ll be a pleasure.
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Premium MemberDirt

Dirt is great,
  To grow crops,
  Build houses,
  Mix with water,
  Smear all about.


  On the other hand,
  Dirt is all over the land,
  And I would like to see,
  A little less dirt on me!


  I track it into the house,
  Leave great lumps all about.
  Stain my clothes,
  Have dirty shins.

  Makes me wonder,
  Could I plant seeds in this fertile stuff?
  Grow my own groceries,
  And carry them about?

  Perhaps let miniature cows graze in my hair,
  Have milk and cheese to store behind my knees?
  Find a few small chickens to eat bugs out of my ears,
  Lay eggs in my pockets,
  To keep them quite near.

  I guess dirt could be great,
  Particularly if your covered of late!

Premium MemberSunshine's Window

I remember when I was young,
On the wall a window was hung,
And how when I'd look through,
I could see all of Glasgow Avenue.

Too young to go out and play,
At the window I'd stay.
Sunshine, and everything was fine!
The whole day was mine.

A child who's only three
Needs somewhere to be!
Imaginary friends befriend.
On them a child depends.

Looking through sunshine's window,
I'd watch all the people go.
I'd play in the sunlight-
Oh, what a delight!

I remember when I was three;
There was no place I'd rather be,
Than standing at the window, looking through,
Down on Glasgow Avenue.

Premium MemberChug Moo Quack- See That Train Speed On the Track

The train chugged along the track
The ducks all said quack quack quack
The cows said Moo 
And birds flew



Over the fastest train in the world
The ducks were swimming in the pond
The cows were standing in a field
The birds flew overhead
And they all said, said, said



Quack! Moo!
Moo! Quack!
See that train speeding on the track
The train track

Where's the train?
It passed by so fast
We heard a whistle and a blast
The cows mood, the ducks quacked
They all saw the fastest train pass on the track!

Premium MemberSomethingsaurus

Fossilized pieces past discovery’s brink
made some people
think, think, think,

of giant plant eaters in an artist’s sketch,
how their necks would
stretch, stretch, stretch.

Meat eaters hungry and looking for a fight,
ambush or chase,
bite, bite, bite.

But it took just one space rock pulled by the sun,
and their time was
done, done, done.

They may have to stay in studios and screens
if we can’t find
genes, genes, genes.

Dino from Bedrock, Godzilla from Japan,
imagine it
can, can, can.

What a purple T-Rex from Texas would bring,
and how he could
sing, sing, sing.

From a land before time filled with Ducky’s pep,
good to the last 
yep, yep, yep.

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Premium MemberWho Will Save Our Children

The child came into the school office nervously, not understanding.
So many people were upset, some stared, some glared, some pointed.
“His backpack smells awful!” His teacher was heard to say. “I almost retched when I opened it.”
“The whole hallways stinks,” the custodian chimed in. He shook his head.
“His mother should have known better than to have sent him with it in the first place.”
The child feels ashamed.
Less than.
Sad.
The little one we’ve let down
For five years already goes
Home not fully understanding
What else he’s done wrong,
But knowing there will be a
Big punishment when he
Gets home. Especially if his
Mother has to wake up to
Answer the phone.

Premium MemberMonkey Hat

Monkey hat, monkey hat
Who de dibble knitted dat?
If you die I hope dat I
Inherit de dam monkey hat.

Premium MemberMastery Is the Goal

You want to set goal
Big enough that in the process of achieving it
You become someone worth becoming

Premium MemberCreate a Goals Book

Powerful way to achieve your goals is to create a Goals book
Buy a 3 ring binder
A scrapbook or an 8 ½ x 11 journal
Then create a separate page for each of your goals

Write the goal at top of the page
Illustrate it with pictures
Words and phrases that u cut of magazines
Catalogues and travel brochures that depict your goal as already achieved

As new goals and desires emerge
Simply add it to your list
In your Goals book
Review the pages of your Goals book everyday

Premium MemberNeed Goals That Stretch You

Create your goals
Write down some big ones that will stretch you
It pays to have goals that require you to grow to achieve them
It’s a good thing to have some goals that make you a little uncomfortable. Why?

The ultimate goal
In addition to achieving your material goals
Is to become master in life.
To do this, you will need to learn new skills

Expand your vision of what’s possible
Build new relationships
Learn to overcome your fears, Considerations
And roadblocks

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