Childhood Education Poems | Examples
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At the supermarket, squeeze this,
sniff that. Of course, color is the
first attraction: Fruit should not
be green -- vegetables must be!
So, green is not always best.
Children, take note! (Her daughter,
Little Genie, as ordered, wrote)
And if the same price for
one, choose the largest and weigh...
but scales sometimes are purposely
light, seldom right. (Genie again
wrote) Now let's do this again: I said
vegetables should be green...though
carrots better orange-yellow. Then there
are eggplants, they must be deep
purple. Oh, and the beets should
be nice, round, earthy red. Sweet candy,
gumballs, hot-dogs, highly processed
foods, hormone chicken and beef,
barbecue with artificial flavoring
should be avoided like the class
bully. (Genie wrote, if it taste good
it is probably bad for you) Read labels
on cans: Mono-this, Chlor-what's it,
if you can't say it, never plate it. Make
a list of these chemicals. Genie
used all the reminding pages in her pad.
(ended with, in the future, only go
shopping with dad)
The moment I realized 11 and 17 should never be stains my brain so deeply I don’t think it will ever wash away.
I speak English—
not because it is mine,
but because it was burned
into the soft clay of my childhood.
They called it brilliance
when I spoke the master's tongue,
and shame
when I whispered my grandmother’s lullaby.
But language is not just words—
it is blood,
it is soul,
it is memory coded in sound.
Africa,
how can you rise
when you dream in the syllables of strangers?
When your science wears foreign robes,
and your spirit speaks a muted voice?
You cannot build a future
on borrowed breath.
You must write your destiny
in the language that calls your ancestors by name.
Swahili sings in your bones.
Your tongues are ancient rivers—
deep, alive, and holy.
No empire stood tall
on another’s voice.
Teach your children to speak to the stars
in their own vowels.
Let them pray in the rhythm of drums,
count in the cadence of their tribes,
lead with words rooted in earth.
Africa—
your brilliance was never broken.
Only misnamed.
Return.
Speak.
Rise.
Revelations ch eleven verse eighteen.' (When I was a child
I acted like a child and thought as a child..? Yet now i am
Grown i must put away the things of childhood ' this last
Parable talks about me as a person..For I did once think
That the ' climate change ideaology' had merit.' And God
Was part of the enviroment..Yet the Truth is God is God is
Above all things.. And the destroyers.' Are in fact the eco
Zealots pagan earth worshippers..The wisdom of worldly
Counsel is evaporating before the eyes of any whose eyes
Are open.'
Look up Julius Sumner Miller, he can help quite a bit with
It.'
My dear Mama, oh so dear,
A mother true, always near.
From childhood's dawn till present day,
You guided us, showed the way.
With "Sugar Boy" by your side,
Together you led, with love and pride.
To "Oko Eti-ose" and "Oko Okuku" farms,
We trekked, with loaded arms.
The roads were long, the loads were heavy,
I cried, but you helped me be brave.
Coming home, with weary feet,
You soothed my tears, made our hearts meet.
With meager pay, as teacher true,
You and "Sugar Boy" saw us through.
Education's doors, you opened wide,
Degrees acquired, our futures inside.
In pain, you helped; in need, you gave,
Ensuring food, a roof to save.
Your partnership, a shining light,
Taught me teamwork, day and night.
You and Papa, a perfect pair,
United, selfless, beyond compare.
No difference, in love and care,
You both showed us, how to share.
May your days be long and bright,
Filled with joy, love's warm light.
We recognize, your sacrifices grand,
Thank you, dear Mama, hand in hand.
One, two, buckle my shoe, a lesson to be learned;
Three, four, and so many more - times the world has turned.
Cross the laces, make some loops, feed the laces through;
Tighten them up and adjust - now you’ve tied your shoe.
A temper and impatience don’t suit a child so rare;
When blessed with a gift, treat him with respect and care.
One, two, buckle my shoe; a lesson to be learned;
Three, four, out the door, many times the world has turned.
Nobby the Narwhal,
Lived in the sea,
He had the longest there ever could be.
Nobby's school was really quite small,
He had to take all of his lessons sat alone in the hall.
After school he would swim slowly home,
And spend each evening all alone in his room.
Every day he felt sadder than sad,
But his friends were the best and they told him things were not so bad.
The Head Teacher Mrs Dolphin who wore the nicest perfume,
Moved the school all around to make a perfect school room.
Nobby had his desk pushed to one side,
The classroom was made so that it was extra wide.
Nobby had to go into the classroom first,
But sitting alone in the hall had been much worse.
He sat with his tusk all along one side of the room,
He was so happy the days went by so fast like a racing car with a very loud vroom.
Nobby was good at numbers, spelling and reading, he loved looking at books,
He read ever one he could find and would reead it right to the end no matter how long it took.
Now Nobby is older he tells the younger children to do her best each day,
And that if they are sad just keep on trying there is always a way.
Monday- Mind those that are walking and who concentrate on talking.
Tuesday- Watch those that are cycling, they avoid puddles to try and keep their bike clean.
Wednesday- Look for those that are running, some of them do look quite stunning.
Thursday- Beware of those that are scooting, they go quite fast no matter what their route is.
Friday- The same as every day gone past, the one special rule, is make sure you get them all safely to school.
Like the identical twins, I was confusing.
Like the strong lion in a jungle, I was scaring.
Like the hunger at night, I was disturbing.
Like a big debt, I made them have sleepless nights.
Like the Holy spirit and apostles, I made them to speak many languages
Why would I do all that nonsense?
Am totally disappointed in my own self.
Why made my parents regret of producing me?
I don't know what to do to make them forget my childish!
For sure I did alot of fake wonders.
I usually wonder! What they would be thinking about me those times?
Giving me school fees that I would enjoy with my friends!
Introducing to them different girlfriends everyday!
Ever standing on my rule of tit for tat for the bad!
And tat for tit in the right situation!
Alot of thoughts are disturbing my mind.
When I remember I'll also have my own children!
Who may adopt my genes and characteristics!
Already planning either to be a sad or happy parent.
But all in all, children are a gift from God
That shows our reproductive capability.
I always strove for perfection
It’s all or nothing, that what my mind said
Be the best or you’ll make everyone sad,
I couldn’t help but be bothered by that.
I had this undying need to be perfect,
My best wasn’t good enough even for me.
Academic validation crafted an addict.
During the spring, as flowers begin
To smile with different blooms
Before the summer knows it’ll win
Erasing the chill from the air
Whispering warmth everywhere…
There, amid the buds and petals
Quietly waiting for its breakfast
On a long, leafy stem it settles,
Greener than the trees, happy to be
The worm who prays on bended knee…
Remembering that his maker, God
Holds the world in His mighty palm
And, just because some find it odd
He won’t forget to give a thank you
To the One who helped him get through…
The winter blizzards, melting the snow
Hearing the prayers - his only hope
When all else failed, making him glow,
With the promise that spring would arrive
And, thanks to God – this worm did survive
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Children are so precocious and precious
Especially toddlers, learning about the world,
Every experience is novel and a bit anxious
As new life adventures are rapidly unfurled.
We adults don’t remember the earliest years
Children are so precocious and precious,
We have forgotten the laughter and tears
Having accepted that our world is spacious.
We can relive them without being pugnacious
When little ones unintentionally make a fuss,
Children are so precocious and precious
Helping us reappreciate the world around us.
They bring back some long-buried memories
When learning new things was infectious,
Toddlers are always pushing the boundaries
Children are so precocious and precious.
Written September 28, 2022
[Upon observing two toddlers
Having lunch with grandma.]
When I got there, I saw none:
All the kids aged Twelve gone;
The Dreamers to be University Don;
Plus the one I knew would be A CON
His case files already weighing a ton
And should make The Faint-Hearted run!
An Unacceptable Habit has been born
And True Discipline badly torn;
You ask me its name - Brazen Truancy:
A school child’s infuriating Flippancy
And Vast Topic in Delinquency …
Announcing and condemning Teacher’s Inefficiency
But alluding some father’s Inadequacy
And Character Training’s unchallenged intricacy
A truancy of a chosen morn
Was to hit the next day’s dawn
With the deviants refusing to mourn
Because it has to do with corn
They weren’t told its color could be fawn!
Why Can't We Choose?
From the time of conception,
After nine months we were born, Fragile and innocent,
Totally dependent with our parents.
We learned to walk and talk,
Played and enjoyed our childhood.
But as we grow older we realized,
Life on earth seemed so unfair.
Not all of us were lucky enough,
To live a happy and comfortable life.
Broken families and relationships,
Children were most affected.
Many have succeed despite poverty,
Proper education was the key.
With faith and determination,
A dream came to reality.
Is it because God has a plan?
That we were not given the chance, To choose a family we want,
And lived with them in harmony.
Why do we have to suffer,
And endure the brokenness.
For wealth is not all we need,
But a peaceful life instead.
Originally written by: RBDolot
Dec. 8, 2021