Kids Color Poems | Examples
These Kids Color poems are examples of Color poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Color Kids poems written by international poets.
The most important person in his life was his daughter
He couldn't live without her
She was his whole heart
Life without her wasn't worth it
He reminisced on a life that slowly killed him
Weakened him
Mistreated him
But when he found out he was going to be a father
He felt like for him life had just started
He vowed she would have a better life than his
That he would protect her innocence
With his everything
He had hoped she would outlive him
But life could be cruel to little black kids
One moment She happily playing with her friends
The next moment She had been shot dead
A little black life taken because of hatred
This world disgusted him
He knew she wouldn't get justice
So he himself would get it instead
An eye for an eye
Was his motto
He stalked his daughters killers home
Only to realise he wasn't alone
He had a daughter of his own
He entered their home
Walking in
He raised his gun
And shot them
Theman who shot his daughter was a white man
Who died not because of being shot but because of his hatred
To black children
What once was was now red
I guess we aren't so different
Naughty Children
Naughty children pick their nose's
And smear their clothes
Playful and mischievous
They belong to Jesus
Naughty kids are fast kids
They catch butterflies
With big smiles they show you
How quick their fingers are
Naughty children jolly play
Even in the cold
They don't get distressed
They chew yummy gum
Naughty kids climb
Are always up and down
With a lot of smile about
Laughing happily when they fall.
Naughty kids like
Movies and toast
Do not disturb
On their full stomachs.
Naughty kids kick
Everything broken
They run away
With fast legs soon.
Naughty children show
You how to forgive
With their wet cheeks
After you shame their bottom.
Naughty kids share
Anything together
And raise to adults
They cutely greet.
Haughty children
Are the brats rude
Who count teeth and
Mind the business of adults.
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
In a bright yellow, the big bus stands still,
Its lights flash a warning, a sign of care.
Giggles and waves from tiny hands inside,
A moment to pause, where safety’s embraced.
Red lights flash, and the bus is waiting,
You’re in a rush, but safety calls loud.
Around the bend, a cop might be watching,
One moment’s haste, and you face the consequence.
The ticket’s not just a fine, but a lesson,
Every stop sign guards lives we hold dear.
In their small hands, trust is given, so slow down,
In that brief pause, we see the cost of rushing.
Police might be near, keeping an eye,
What seems easy is wrong when caution’s ignored.
So slow down, remember, these kids count on us,
Let kindness guide your actions, respect the bus.
You ask me what am I wearing
A heart full of hazel hope
A silver spirit daring and cherry caring
My mind is not blind to green ghosts I’m carrying
For teal time has designs of destiny I’m ferrying
I wear ribbons in my hair
The colors are significantly there
One purple for my lupus flare
Three pink for breast cancer share
One black for the fact Black Lives Matter
Brown for ancestors whose prayers are scattered
To the four winds despite sins of slavery
The brown ribbon given is one most dear to me
Red for ed as education is a neon need
Green as in collards for scholars to feed
Our kids in school all need to eat
Stop playing the fool make meals free
Blue for the souls battling mental illnesses
For many the truth is a battle with brilliance
Yellow for the mellowed heart of the missing
Orange for the natives and the real thanksgiving
White is for the lives of victims of drunk drivers
Lime is for all who serve and what they died for
Peach is for peace I hope the world will know
Clear is for you dear and whatever burdens your soul
I wear these ribbons like sky wears rainbow
I pray that we find our path no matter where we go
Hey kids, look around you;
what colors do you see?
There are way more than three;
I will point out a few.
I see a golden sun;
high in a sky of blue.
And white's an easy one;
when clouds come into view.
The grass is shades of green;
and sand is beige or brown.
Though water's clear when clean,
grey stones are all around.
A monarch butterfly
flaps orange and black wings.
There's a jade dragonfly;
and I see other things.
A yellow bumblebee;
upon a purple bud.
The tan twigs on a tree;
and cherries red as blood.
Your challenge for today;
count the colors you see.
Now, it's your turn to play;
can you spot more than me?
A witch, a fairy, pirate too;
Wearing a costume - fun to do,
Pumpkins carved, decorated too,
Outside--many fun things to do.
Autumn leaves which are red and gold,
A beautiful sight to behold.
A fun hay ride, a corn maze too.
Outside--many fun things to do.
Lovely birds singing in the trees;
Feeling a cool or gentle breeze,
Leaves fall off trees - more than a few.
Outside--many fun things to do.
Leaves are raked, and they're piled high too.
Haunted houses, hear ghosts say "boo."
There's so much candy kids will chew.
Outside--many fun things to do.
Flowers with colours enchant me,
Buds budding and blooming,
Beauty surrounds, fills me with glee,
Nature’s way of grooming;
Critters with colours charm me too,
Paws dancing; tails wagging.
Talented tricks they learn to do,
Hear pet owners bragging.
Multicolored folk glow with light,
Kids gleam with hearts of gold.
Red and yellow, brown, black and white
God made us all we’re told.
To show God’s colours, it’s our part
To shine on His wavelength.
Charged to love Him with all our heart,
With all our soul and strength.
Looking around, I stand in awe
of God in creation,
I want to dance and shout hurrah!
Such is heart’s elation!
April 23, 2023
Author’s Notes: Joanna Daniel wrote the first and last stanzas;
I joined in with the middle three. In writing this, I discovered
that it is the wavelength of light that determines color
and the wavelength of sound determines pitch.
Dahlias and daffodils dazzle as ice darts from the cold.
Dram is kaleidoscopic as moods and thoughts collide.
A rosy sun casts hues on the sky, mixing azure and gold.
Scarlet engulfs the star as a veil that swirl and hide.
The moon, garbed in a golden gown, glides in a gray sky.
Mars and Venus soar and gems and rubies adorn high.
Behind the flashing lights of a dragonfly, clouds sway.
Dawn paints skies with crimson, fuchsia, and blue.
The sun rises as aqueous gold, kindling its vivid hue.
When a fresh day dawns in the pearl flakes of dew.
A hazy horizon wanes in an abyss of gloom to unfold.
Velvet cobwebs contrast, glimmer in a silver snide.
Enhance the appeal of a green park where kids play.
On a buoyant beach where the breeze barely blew.
Written: March 09, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
At the curb
Without its mother
Rusty creature
Up to your knee
New born from the wild
Of unwanted chances
Hobbles on training wheels
Pink-perked handlebar ears
Hand written sign
FREE
Dangling by string
Around its neck
Cottonwood freckles
Snowing seed from the spring
Dots the little thing
The mailbox
And manicured lawn
Camouflages
A hesitation
At a honking horn
From our new neighbor
With young kids
Waving to the old
Out the window
Creature
Waits
Looks
Obedient
To the end or another beginning.
Within the Lines
David J Walker
It’s not the same if coloring within the lines
Other kids are perfect while mine
wander out the window
leaving the carefully planned
Lesson plans
Behind
There
In the park
There are treasures left to find
In convex caves
A flag that waves
And fables come to mind
Of a boy unable to color
Within the lines
The colors of Spring
Yellow is the sun
Green are plants and grass
Pink are the tulips
Clear blue is the sky
The scents of Spring
Freshly cut grass
Fruit trees in bloom
Floral Bouquets
Sounds of Spring
Birds chirping
Kids playing
The Spring
Easter
Life
03/01/2021
Written for Spring Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
in a country where the black man is enemy number one
where police so quick to use a gun, how do i live
they attack one of us they attack all of us
black men have been crucified in this country for a long time
the children of devils claim this is not a crime
the black woman has been deceived to not trust or depend on her black man now black women must stand as a man, she is nothing more than the best economic resource
uncle Sam views her as his workhorse eating from his hand
only raising her kids by America's plan
meanwhile hot ass bullets break the flesh of the black man
how can we tell our children about justice and peace all they ever get see
is black folks being killed and beat in the middle of the street
time to rise up and take what is ours
our ancestors came so far and they went so hard
the ancestor live within us
so that we can have the power to make them pay
for what they are doing to us
Black white or in-between
We're all part of this great big scene
Kids are unbiased
Unaware what's ahead
Early years dictate what's routine
penny licorice
kids speaking
in black tongues