Kid Poems | Examples of Kid Poetry

Big Boy Pants On I don’t want to hear it. You're in denial. You're on your own. Put your big boy pants on. No complaining. No whining. These are the choices you make. Don’t ask me for money. You lowered the bar. You can only go up from here. No more excuses. Don’t pretend. I’m...

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You Have All Of The Answers You never listened to me. I’m not blind you see. You acted like I was dumb, And stupid. Like I have no life experience. Another brick wall. You took everything for granted. Never appreciated. You're so young. You have all of the answers. I guess I’m just old. I...

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A voice recorded, soft but clear, Echoes pain we failed to hear. Hannah spoke from shadows deep, Of secrets buried none should keep. A hallway's whisper, locker stares, Unseen wounds and empty chairs. A photo passed, a cruel slight, Each reason dimmed another light. Justin's love turned into blame, Jessica’s tears, the haunting shame. Bryce’s smirk, a predator’s grin, The silence loud—it let him win. Clay rewinds...

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Brick Wall Have you ever talked to a brick wall? Someone’s always headed for the fall. They never listen to advice. They argue with the old all the time. They're always in denial standing in quicksand. Never open minded but sad. Always going in circles. Arrogant and not humble. The young vs the old. There...

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Tinkering with red and green bricks Older than legos, redoubtable fun Yesteryear’s rudimentary dream house ...

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If you strain your ears you could hear daycare man’s blond-haired pig-tailed little girl shattering her xylophone. How straitlaced can a place of rainbows and sugar highs be, you remember asking before you took the job. You can’t take it, the little girl always bothers your lunchtime, hearing her playacting rottenly. Pink-eyed, you look nothing like your parents, you told her; she ripped her hair out and cried. The background...

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There are places that I have got to go. I’ve got my tunes cranked on the radio Playing “Wild Thing” while the kids all sing along. It may not be a “Magic Carpet Ride” But it will comfortably seat eight inside. Well, to heck with what the culture says, I am right where I belong… I’m the epitome of...

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I sit in class, I play pretend, I laugh too loud, I text my friends. They say, "Grow up," but I never did— I’m just a kid. I make mistakes, I talk too fast, I dream of days that never last. They roll their eyes at what I did— I’m just a kid. I hide my tears, I bite my tongue, they say I'm...

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Algebra makes me feel stupid. Equations and inequalities, algebra makes me feel stupid. I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand. lost in class, barely turned that in on time. Algebra makes me feel stupid. So I drift into my own world. But at least in my world, I'm not alone. Algebra makes...

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I used to know But not so much anymore Hold the door Don’t hold the door Say “Good Morning” Or say nothing Lest I commit A micro-aggression I used to think outside the box I can’t any longer They have taken all the boxes And made signs out of them Covid may be over Yet the masks remain Implacably etched On dour faces Ever fearful of a smile I always treated puppies As...

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A cool ocean breeze with the waves at its knees Brings a chill til the sun heats the sand And then I shall dive to see fish so alive Too pretty to die at my hand These coconut palms and this old book of psalms Offer nourishment and useful kindling I was not taught to read but I have to concede Books...

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One, two, what to do? Three, four, mop the floor. Five, six, play no tricks Seven, eight, make it great Nine, ten, now and then, Eleven, twelve, help her shelve Thirteen,...

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Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet? Our son was about five years old. We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy. He ran over to the phone and picked it up. As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial...

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Did the ocean try to dry its splashy face? Did mountains brush off dusty, grassy trace? Did the ground hide softly from the rainy days? Did the wind play statue at morning's crystal maze? Did planets wear funny costumes, just in case? Let your own glory glitter, like fireflies' wobbly space!...

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NO TO THE SHOW You’re lying he said and shook his head I know there is no witch in the wardrobe And if she were there, I would be aware Then he smiled and pulled on his earlobe Then with a grunt, he turned to the front With piercing gaze, spoke directly at me I’ve heard that a lot, but it’s all...

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