Dance For Kids Poems | Examples
These Dance For Kids poems are examples of For Kids poems about Dance. These are the best examples of For Kids Dance poems written by international poets.
Let’s do the happy dance. Cha. Cha. Cha.
Let’s sing and clap. Rah. Rah. Rah.
Let’s say hello to our friends.
Lah Dah Dee Dah Dee Dah
Sing our jazzy tune
Fly to the moon
Come sweetie
Take my
Hand
Dinosaurs look silly when they dance
Their tails make them hop and prance.
They wiggle their bottoms as slow as their ants
They look weird on top of a manse.
This is what says my cousin Nance,
They need lessons from guru from France.
I’m not being mean. Ask my Uncle Lance.
Dinosaurs look silly when they dance.
The mice cavort and squeak and laugh.
I offer them my autograph.
They dance and hide under the couch.
Their waltzing prowess I can vouch.
I hear giggles every day.
They are my friends in every way.
Wonderful smart—thinking Dr. Theophrastus
Has sold poetry books the utterly fastest.
His lines are tricky. They rhyme and dance.
His words are sticky. They preen and they prance.
His rhyming books make people insanely happy.
They are whimsical and fun, powerfully snappy.
With a whistle and a wink, they go along sweetly.
With a thistle painted pink, they are cartooned completely.
They make us laugh, they tickle our funny bones.
They brighten giraffes, who are asking for bank loans.
They make crazy people smile and toot and sometimes laugh.
Keep 4-H kids company while they are lying with their calf.
Dr. T’s poems are creative and fun, lively and jazzy.
They are head-spinning works of art, done amazingly snazzy.
They take astronauts and fling them high above the moon.
And toss whirly whippsy wiggins in yesterday’s monsoon.
They are lively and quick, understood by the common man.
They keep us shiny and slick, and help us love poetry at hand.
They delight all my locked up nephews and my stocked up nieces.
They thrill the cocked up roosters and owls, who love them to pieces.
Written 34-2019 Contest: Honoring Dr. Seuss
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Surging war country to country for dominance. Killing people for own contentment only gives learning lessons to kids and their kids. Will say this is the way of life....
Just imagine the future world;
Dry desert less greenery,
Gift for Future kids;
Nature they will eulogize,
Green sceneries hung on walls;
Never will remember,
The days of past;
Peace dove will no more,
Carry olive branch;
Live animals and birds,
Kids will watch in ultra TV,
Or museums movie halls;
Vultures will watch human carcus,
And dance in sky;
Kids will play with live guns,
Carry explosive grenades;
Bhoom, bhoom bombs,
As crackers blast;
As if were commemoration,
Of New year eve;
The shattered homes,
Injured running hither thither,
In pursuit of refuge;
Blood ridden bodies,
Lie in the streets unnoticed;
Never will wish to dream relation,
Emotions, love will wane;
Human will lose humanity;
Super modern world
Will act same as stone age,
The only difference,
They will carry weapons
And latest gaggets in hand;
© Sadashivan Nair
Not for kids
Graphite of pencil,
Writing by my shadow
Smiling of sound
War by dis maan
Palette of gold like sun
Dance of odours
love of my soul
Rain of sea & sand
Lighting of death
Pain of blank
Romance of my princess smile
Burning Haa Haa of my maan
Not for kids , dear
With love all
jagdish bajantri
Smile oh ye people smile
It’s time to merry and not to worry
Laugh, all you living, laugh
Please………honour the prince of peace
Dance oh ye Angels, dance
Worship and acknowledge His lordship
Love oh ye Christians, love
Alas! It’s the reason for Christmas.
Joy to the world the king has come
The ground his feet set upon becomes holy and mighty
Peace to the world his hands make the waters still
And his words, calm the wildest storms
Hope to the world, death is no more the final boundary
The curtain is torn for all and the oppress now have a refuge
Love to the world, friends can smile and hold hands
Families can dine and merry,
We the children can sing and dance, for the King is here with us.