Childrens Poems - Poems about Childrens

In forgotten fields of green, Where laughter echoed, wild and free, I chase the ghosts of childhood's dream, And whispers of yesterday's sweet theme. Sunday morning, bright and fair, Church bells chime, with love and care, Father's prayers, a gentle guide, We're lost in warmth, where love resides. The Lord's guidance, a beacon bright, Leads us through life's plodding night, In innocence, we took it...

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THINKING OF YOU MARILYN PELLEGREN OUR PATHS CROSSED AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL SO BLESSED WE MET THE MANY TALKS ABOUT RAISING FAMILIES CHILDREN MARRIAGE FORD MOTOR COMPANIES AND THE GARMENT DISTRICT WOW THE BALANCE OF YOUR LOSS LOSING TWO CHILDREN TO THIS DREADFUL DISEASE SO MANY ON WAITING LIST FOR DONORS OTHERS GOING...

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Smiles bloom like flowers in the sun, As children race, their laughter runs. Eyes sparkle bright with pure delight, In this magical playground site. Little hands reach for the sky, On swings that make them feel they fly. Hearts beat fast with joyous thrill, As they zoom down the sliding hill. Friendships form in sandbox play, Building...

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Laina The Lion Full of courage And strength Is Laina the lion Leaping and Prowling Everywhere And Every Day Is what Laina the lion Likes to do Curious as can be Is Laina the Lion With eyes darting everywhere Oh Laina the Lion I wonder What goes through your Lion brain...

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Last night I fell into a deep sleep, my cat precious slept with me. I could swear that old Mother Moon, slept with us, I swear, it’s true. Mother Moon she’s truly wise, but she get’s tired, I surmise. The thing that puzzles me the most, when she’s asleep, how does she glow? Perhaps she’s playing a trick on me, I wonder if Precious...

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Legend has it, that in the land of Bedelay, there resides a tribe of Elder, Wood Fey. Faerie keepers of the Elder trees, who ride upon the whispering breeze. The Elder or the Sambucus, has bred many magical instruments. Its blackened berries, keep you well; but red ones sound a true death knell. And the magic of an elder harp, played at dusk, just...

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Last night, I rode upon a sea of dreams, a whale and grandpa rode them with me. I felt water hit me as I sailed in my bed; it was only the whale nodding his head. He splashed all around those waters of blue, while rays of moonlight cast silvery hues. The fish, how they danced in and out of the...

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Sir Snooze a Lot, a dragon knight, slept 'neath a mushroom one moonlit night; it sheltered him from the meteor showers safely he slept for unending hours. This 'Shroom, ever so enchanted, by a wizard it was planted; in high-pitched hums, ethereal tunes it sang morning, night and noon. As he slept, this dragon dreamed, of someday becoming a dragon king; so realistic his dream...

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Princess Martina Matilda Marianna Mouse, held the most wondrous parties in any house; with the finest imported Cheshire and Brie, served up with green olives and black tea. In her finest satins and imported lace, this fair princess with a divine face would serve her guests with ecstatic glee though if you preferred you could have Chablis. Truly she told the most wonderful...

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*** Angels Always Nearby *** “All day, all night. Angels watching over me, my Lord.” (an old. slavery gospel song lyric) Loving Me always as God has asked them to...

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For years the otter stood on a shelf in the toy store…stood up proud and strong… waiting for the right child to choose him…then Ollie came along. In his stroller while in the store…long before he had a voice…Ollie let his parents know…the otter was his choice. From that day forward they were inseparable…playing in the yard…the sand…the...

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Children’s’ blizzard of 1888 January 12th was actual date Grim reaper busy Turmoil tizzy Two hundred children met a death fate...

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Little Zoom a very white mouse, who lived in a humongous house, single and without any spouse; but he loved Strauss, but he loved Strauss. Though he tried to learn how to waltz, always needing some smelling salts, his clumsiness was not his fault; had plenty schmaltz, had plenty schmaltz. One day he received a scooter, with red wheels it looked like pewter, on it...

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I’m Bella the magical kitten, with Daddy’s writing I am smitten. while napping upon his journal, with my talents, supernormal. I’ll live all his adventures in my dreams, watching them play out in dreamscape scenes. Daddy’s not lived a boring life, though he’s endured a bit of strife. through these pages I’ll come to know him, every thought, every feeling and whim. My new Dad’s...

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Mama where are the children Where are your children now Ooh and Mama how have you raised them Nurturer and saving them how? God has called you His daughter whose A vessel for Humanity Mama where the darlings All of those charming, souls wow Spiritual Father, Abba Father From Eve to Mary to my own mom All mothers are mothers All nurturers are naturals More than...

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