Kids Couplet Poems | Examples
These Kids Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Couplet Kids poems written by international poets.
Trees crowned in hues of red, orange and gold
Beauty of God’s creations everywhere unfold.
Autumn breeze kisses each tree with waltz
For radiant foliage to swirl down in pairs then halts.
As fallen leaves roll wide for radiant blankets and carpets
Crisp crunch sounds are sent as kids play with friends, pets.
Butterflies and warbling birds fly high, hover and gladly soar
Their lifted wings are lifted thanks for the sceneries they adore.
As autumn’s breath starts to refresh feelings and calm the mind
Inner peace with emotional balance from its sunshine, we all find.
Everyone pooh-poohs me
Are they simply too blind to see
the takeover of America by the likes of Mamdani
Bernie Sanders, Omer, Tlaib, and AOC
who’ll raise our taxes sky-high and ration our heat
defund police, empty prisons onto streets
Three cheers for ‘union’ – of teachers, that is
grant them more pay hikes for brainwashing kids
And what of the immigrants who came here for freedom
~ nowhere to be found now except in museums
Never ever keep your kids guessing
Morning’s menu ~ Love wrapped in a breakfast's blessing
Some say children should be seen not heard
But out of the mouth of babes poignant words
Kids are often innocent observers who play
Never really know just what they’ll say
Tact they haven’t mastered yet
They don’t mean to make you upset
They ask questions and state their view
Sometimes they bring forth a teal truth
Kids who witness trauma are always affected
Laws in society should help them be protected
So many foster kids need a forever home
Resources for them are needed it’s known
But the people who are supposedly pro life
Don’t often adopt or foster or even try
To make these kids feel loved not alone
It’s not their fault they have been wronged
Kids are little people with ideas and dreams
As they grow it’s important we meet kids needs
They had their chances
She had hers; he had his
Furtive glances
just a pair of kids
Not a single word did they exchange
no rendezvous ever arranged
Even nature seemed to agree
their initials never carved in a tree
My t-shirt had holes, and my jeans had some patches.
My feet were bare, and my elbows both had scratches.
The grownups were all indoors and the kids were out of sight.
'Twas a perfect childhood, 'neith a sun that shined so bright.
As we rode our bikes to the beach in nineteen sixty eight,
we felt the sea breeze on our faces. Everything was great.
Blissfully unaware of the nightmare in the jungle land,
I collected seashells in the Southern California sand.
My parents called me inside, with news, one cloudy day,
about the blast that blew my happy childhood away.
cops come in
crime goes down
it comes right back
when cops leave town
a simple equation
all kids comprehend
but not elites ~
sheepskins in hand
Instead of acting like you’re in mourning
With a smiling face, just say good morning
Instead of walking around with a frown
Just be happy without being a clown
Kids don’t need for your tales to be gory
Why not share with them, a funny story
No need to go on about your ex-wife
Say something humorous about your life
To break the ice so that others will laugh
This morning, I woke up, clothed in the bath
Once I learned I’d have to pay for my sins
Today I see there’s not a sin that’s not ‘in’
Once I was told to respect every teacher
Today a teacher’s the lowest of creatures
Once the US flag was a source of pride
Today it only serves to divide
Once girls admired a ‘man in uniform’
Today they seek out ‘singular unicorns’
Once teens practiced ‘making conversation’
Today they can’t talk, they’re texting sensations...
Did everything die; is nothing sacred anymore
Well, kids still ask parents for money
~ only today a whole lot more
12k, 7.46 mile race from the SF Bay to the Pacific Ocean
They start at the Bay near downtown San Francisco,
And they 'Break" at the great highway by the sea
Oftentimes, exiting my front door was just a notion
The ocean was blocks from where they started,
And the chilly waters of the Pacific never departed
May times we would simply sit in the sand and stare
Sometimes, the kids played in the sand in the cool air
The 'Breakers' broke near my door steps
and headed East, North, and South.
Oh what relief they always felt
with the increase of their self-worth
And I was pleased that they had ran
and finished their 12K race
‘Here come some more of them
Plenty of little kids too
Time to put on our funny faces
Entertain them for a while’
‘Chase each other round and round
Make lots of high-pitched sounds
Swing from vine to vine, almost falling
Miraculous recoveries our signature calling’ ...
Like clowns in a circus, they put on quite a show
Yet what’s in a monkey’s heart, no one really knows
Rebecca was three years old when Isaac took her for a wife
Nineteen years later, no children, but still pro-life
Finally pregnant, Rebecca’s joy was short-lived, with twins inside
tossing and turning tumultuously in the embryo of Isaac’s bride
Rachel heard of this and learned her lesson
Meeting Jacob at age five, her brother Laban said: ‘No messin’
Seven years (and one week) later, they finally got hitched
Thoughts of kids at five, ‘unceremoniously’ ditched
As a father I’ve failed
I should have been jailed
My kids are not happy
The blame’s on their pappy
I pushed them too hard
left them with scars
On the surface they’re fine
underneath they are cryin’
If I only could've seen
what the future would’ve been
I’d have taken my foot off the pedal
and never have meddled
I'd have left things to mom
to the one who was calm
Instead of asserting myself
I'd have watched from the shelf...
But now I’m old and at home
and nearly alone
My kids, out of touch
I miss them so much
Encouragement works wonders
Senseless punishment ~ a fateful blunder
“Conversation with my eight year old Granddaughter twenty one years ago.
She is still different and I still have the famed four leaf clover” ~~The Poet~~
It’s got extra Grandma, look at this clover.
It’s the only one, I looked over and over.
This one really did stand right out.
Just like you were telling me about.
It’s good to be different, that’s what you say.
It makes it better for me to feel OK.
It makes me feel like I have a magic wand,
When the kids treat me like a real dumb blond.
I am different, even if I cant work out 97 by two.
There are things I can do that they can’t do.
Lets frame this clover sweet Granddaughter,
Oh no Grandma, it will die without water.
You picked it so it will die anyway,
A frame will preserve it longer than a day.