Poems about a kid can capture an unexpected question, a determined plan, a small frustration, or a world transformed by imagination. A young person may speak directly or appear through the observations and memories of someone else.
Read the examples below and look for the details that give each child an individual personality. Notice how the speaker understands the scene. When choosing verse to share with children, review the content and vocabulary; a poem about a kid may be written for adults.
waves crashing on the shore
covered in seagulls galore
sand washing away to be seen nevermore
with the waves crashing on the shore
beyond the tide and the endless sea was a place unexplored by me
a small island free but lonely
acompanyed by its little sprouts
beyond the waves crashing on the shore
HEY KID! CHECK THIS OUT!
Be you that
You are;
Adored and
Always wanted:
That’s why
You are here:-
You could
Have been aborted;
But love birth you from
The womb:-
And remember this,
Friends don’t make fools
Of their friends: joyfully
Laughing at them—
Think about it,
And be in awareness:-
The years have gone by
The scars never healed,
You still think you won
The fight on the field
Laughing and smiling
As I hit the ground,
With your fist in the air
I will not forget that sound
You beat me, bruised me
Hit my every nerve,
Now I hear you have gotten
Just what you deserve
To this day, I am grateful
To have ever known you,
Otherwise I might have been
The greatest bully, too.
Your wild inner child is obviously broken
Despite big smile your words when spoken
Seem to bleed from lack of something
Could it be a dream or just a need to scream
You tell stories of never being allowed
The little things of past precious child
You feel you raised siblings at home
While still a child when days were long
Your body grew into womanhood
But it’s true your inner child stood
Stuck in time in limbo as little kid
Life wasn’t simple and you did
Eventually fall in love with a teen
Who for you bore kids despite dream
To be an artist and be so esteemed
You’re trapped by life you want things
The little kid inside wasn’t ready to be
A mother a wife as destiny winds sing
Perhaps next lifetime you will find
All your hopes and dreams in time
My Childhood Friend
Greyhound buses
Always been intrigued
Starting at a very young age
Fond of animals
The Greyhound Bus trademark with the stretched hound caught my attention
I started buying toy Greyhound buses in keeping my interest alive
Enthusiasm extends into my adulthood
Still holds true today
Travelled numerous destinations on the Greyhound bus near and far
I have currently a vintage model bus collection comprising of 2,000 plus of toy Greyhound buses and many others
Domestic and International
Childhood memory
Roll on still intact.
The Pensive Poet Poetry Contest. Sponsored by: Constance La France
By Poet "Oh yes, 100% human here. No AI for me."
Come let me tell you a story,
how writers once wrote.
They wrote from their loving hearts,
telling stories in different styles.
Some were rhymes or funny limericks,
verse was a favorite along with a tanka.
I find acrostic to be fun,
but taking more thought and time.
Today this new thing called AI,
is the new kid on the block.
AI has no loving heart to write with,
yet many readers have been blinded.
I put much thought and reflection,
into each poem for my readers.
A true writer writes because they love to,
also writing for their many readers.
What’s as good as blowing bubbles?
What’s cleaner than play dough or slime
and cheaper, no cost, small troubles?
Grown-up dandelions are fun;
ask any youngster in spring time.
They’re seeds for delight by the ton.
Neighbor kids may gather around
but who'd consider that a crime?
Grabbing a hose, they play splashdown.
It all makes this great-grandma smile
watching from the porch in her prime.
Lawn-lovers may gripe, “not worthwhile”.
when I need a little pick-me-up, I think of happy memories with my kids
Sometimes I feel rather sad.
I tell my secrets to my kitten.
He understands and loves me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Standing strong and sturdy like plated armor.
He wiped his tears to banish the somber.
As a knight he bent down on his knees.
Too young a boy for fights like these.
His mother lays frail too weak to speak.
This sad story seems way to meek.
Her life slipping day by day.
To something so mundane.
No dragons or seiges will befall their castle.
For nothing is left but an empty hassle.
What a cruel fate it had in store.
Could only shake you to its core.
waiting all day for your call
loving you since four feet tall
i couldn’t ever regret kissing you
i wanted to taste your sadness
was it wrong of me to dream of this?
your soul is a special shade of blue
staying up to watch you sleep
holding hands and softer dreams
with your eyes shut, you look softer too
running down the street at night
stars blink like the christmas lights
snow keeps comin’ down, i’ll miss you too
speak to me, don’t tell me lies
life flickers like fireflies
nobody’s gonna love you like i do
The lonesome way this evening,
beneath the hush of twilight,
my lonely mind
wants to walk with you.
Come, darling,
do not look back ,
see how serene and lovely
this evening is,
with you and me together.
The heart is pure,the smile is sweet
The moves are gentle, never skips to greet
Knows no lies,never intends to cheat
With love and kindness, all must treat.
Grown up tall,with a structure thin
Acts like a child,being a child from within
Every time he smiles, makes you feel you win
All efforts always, are for the happiness to add in
Innocent like a kid,with a thousand watt smile
Jumps and plays,although tired for a while
Nonetheless he is versatile
Of all things, the Smile is really worthwhile...
Pat Garrett sent Billy to heaven -
plugged 'im with slugs, numbering seven.
How he got to heaven, I don't know -
that lowdown, no-count so and so.
The Kid grew wings, said, "Glory hallelujah -
up here, bullets go straight through ya."
the haunting of my own words-my children
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Definition | What is Kid in Poetry?
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