Kids Lyric Poems | Examples
These Kids Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Lyric Kids poems written by international poets.
Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
My song choice is "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" written by Paul McCartney and produced by the Beatles in 1968.
We are not allowed to post links to songs here at Soup, so the lyrics I will post in the notes above along with video of the song, but for the judge to hear the song, she must type it in at Youtube to hear it or risk seeing who wrote this. Sadly, I do not know how to let the judge hear the song in this box.
My Add-on:
Bridge 2: In two decades more, they have reached their Golden years.
At a great big table they are sitting down
with grand kids they call dears
Final verse: Now they have a little dog they take for walks.
Slowing down, they still keep doing things -
Staying in their cozy house or gardening.
Guitar in hand, at night to Desmond Molly sings
Beatles' original Chorus continues until end
with Beatle's short ending:
"And if you want some fun
Take ob-la-di-bla-da
Thank you"
Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
The home is full with the sound of laughter
Friends and family all the kids playing chasing each other
Gentle talking and loud voices
All in the mix this is where home is it's fixed
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
The fire's on burning hot and bright
Comfort togetherness this fills the home tonight
The home is a mess but that's ok
Our home is lived in this is where we play
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
We dance and move
We share and lean
We open our hearts in the mood to dream
To blend and bond
No longer alone
All are welcome here in the spirit of our home
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
The fire's on burning hot and bright
Comfort togetherness
This fills the home tonight
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
We dance and move
We share and lean
We open our hearts in the mood to dream
To blend and bond
No longer alone
All are welcome here in the spirit of our home
All are welcome here in the spirit of our home
When I wed sweet Raylene, her hair was pure gold,
And she was the prettiest thirteen-year-old.
But now she's a plump as a pickerel frog,
'Cos she's had more babies than BillyBob's hog.
Chorus
Oh, Raylene's a mommy agin,
Yeah, Raylene's a mommy agin,
Now what in tarnation
Goes down on vacation?
'Cos Raylene's a mommy agin.
When August comes callin', it's pack up and head
To a shack on Blue Bayou, where the catfish are red.
November, and she's in the family way,
And regler as clockwork, it pops out in May.
Chorus
Our trailer is bustin' apart at the seams.
We've got enough kids for four volleyball teams.
We cain't have no more. You can bet your last dime,
I'm taking Raylene on vacation next time.
Chorus
I saw her in a meadow high
Where red flowers touch the sky
Her eyes were mournful, so much inside
I looked within, skepticism died
(chorus)
I'm in love with a big blue cow
And a big blue cow loves me
She don't have a job, but she survives
Without that college degree
She don't take drugs, and she don't drink
We agree about politics, I think.
I used to date a gal, who talked a storm
But I felt cold, I had to feel warm
I wanted a date who understood me
This cow is electric, I touched the fence, and I see.
Now its the wrong species, my parents would plea
But species is what I say it must be
In Kindergarten, they indoctrinated me
with a gender book, for kids aged three
At this point, you might say I'm moronic
But true love is always platonic
over 28 percent of young women say they are gay
I think that society made them that way
So don't laugh at me when I avow
eternal affection for my big blue cow
I'll go to the meadow, and gaze in her eyes
where bees buzz, and the condor cries
You may say I believe what I want to believe
But who doesn't, and love can't deceive.
Tripping through the sand
In a pair of Aussie thongs,
Boogie board in hand
Singing Aussie songs.
Davo’s got the beer.
Out of kiddies reach
What a day we’re gonna to have
It’s Christmas on the beach.
Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time
Christmas by the shore
A good old Aussie Christmas.
It’s Christmas time once more
The sun is very hot.
There is no shade around
so we gather up our stuff
And move to higher ground.
We settle neath the trees.
In a folding metal chair
Plenty shade, but there’s no breeze
But really, we don’t care
Oh Christmas time, Christmas time
All the family’s here
To celebrate our Christmas
Like we do every year
Davo came by car.
With Marie John and Jane
Granny from afar
She came by aeroplane
Joe lives up the street.
He brought his wife and kids
And even in this awesome heat,
They wouldn’t miss for quids
Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time
Christmas without snow
We love our Aussie Christmas.
It really is a show
Oh, Christmas time Christmas time
Christmas is a ball
We love our Aussie Christmas
Here’s Joy to one and all.
Ah! All fades away,
nothing remains...
but carved names
into cold stones!
The scent of evening's kisses,
the touch of trembling hands
also drift away
into pretty sunsets!
Intertwined souls
in passionate urge
make moaning surge;
no crickets sound distracts,
no moonlight gets admiration:
we're taken by wild temptation!
Reimagining times
that have passed
can give us the illusion
that dreams are back
in form of butterflies;
and we become children
chasing them on meadows!
Now, this flashback
makes us regret we are old
and we can't be those kids
running after them 'till dark
as they continue to spark!
Intertwined souls
in passionate urge
making moaning surge;
no crickets sound distracts,
no moonlight gets admiration:
we're taken by wild temptation!
After work, I look for a place to mediate;
and that place is a walking distance:
there we met, and started dreaming,
we were naive kids full of nonsense,
we blushed saying words without meaning...
those sweet whispers made our faces radiate!
On spring afternoons we hold hands and singing
we take the road that leads to the breezy beach:
we own everything, no soul is around watching;
and laughing we ignore the preacher's speech!
Did we know what was love all that time I played
the guitar and you sang a gospel or country song?
All in all, innocence and joy were expressed as God wanted
of us kids growing up in faith and spiritual understanding!
We are taking the road that leads to the breezy beach,
and after many years aren't we glad to relive moments
of the photo album that swift fingers turn to relish
our youth's days fading from pages, not hearts!
The road that leads to the breezy beach
is dull, it hasn't kept the same landscape;
do we see ourselves still young and in shape?
Is life so brief to grab what we can't reach?
Verse I:
He always sits under
a flowery Willow Tree
and dreams of flying a reindeer
over quite Boulder City;
the torrid Nevada heat doesn't make him sweat,
he drinks beer, never takes off his cow-boy hat!
Chorus:
Be Santa for one night, Hart
and make kids happy,
bring them a new toy...
while they jump and shout!
Verse II:
His brown horse drinks
water from the desert lake
in soundless Death Valley
where fragrant, warm winds
make yellow, white and red yarrows sway...
he falls asleep and wake up at day-break!
Chorus:
Be Santa for one night, Hart
and make kids happy;
bring them a new toy...
while they jump and shout!
Verse III:
Load your reindeer with toys, Hart...
the silent sky is starry, no snowflakes;
put on your red hat and start your flight:
ever wonder what's Christmas night
without the sound of happy bells?
Everyone is waiting, hear their carols!
Sing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock:
Summertime, summertime, summer time rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more school!
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime’s fun when school is all done.
Playin’ and stayin’ in summer time’s mood,
good times are pursued!
Barbecue time is a great time
with family outdoors.
Barbecue time is the best time
to roast hot dogs and to have s’mores!
Oh what fun – here it comes – Fourth of July -
summer time’s big event.
Picnics, parades, and then watchin’ the sky
for the fireworks’ ascent.
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more school!
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime’s fun when school is all done.
Playin’ and stayin’ in summer time’s mood,
good times are pursued!
Disneyland or the beach – fun times for all.
Hosing down, lose those socks!
Baseball and snow cones and havin’ a ball.
That’s 'cause summertime,
that’s 'cause summertime,
that’s 'cause summertime rocks!
Sung to the tune of Surfin' USA
12/15/23
Well, all the reindeer are hustlin’
they’re really on the move
And even Rudolph is bustlin’,
he’s really in the groove
They know the presents are waiting,
they gotta make Christmas day
The kids are anticipating
and Santa’s on the way
They just left Merry Olde England,
they’re off to see Singapore
Around the world they are jinglin’
they’re headed now to your shore
Up on the rooftops, they run now
They step as if to say
Get ready for all the fun now
Cause Santa’s on the way
Santa, Santa’s on the way
Santa, Santa’s here to stay
Summer; the season of the sun,
Spring; the season of new life
Winter; the season of struggle,
Autumn; the season of no strife
Step outside, take a glimpse of beauty,
The fresh breeze flowing slow,
City is fast asleep, not even a peep,
No blooming flowers, yet no sheets of snow,
Piles of leaves fall,
In the sunrise shades,
Flowing crisp morning air,
Mouse scampers away, afraid,
The scent of pumpkin spice,
A strong smack straight in the face,
The sweet smell of a crackling fire,
Not a single thing I’d replace,
Harvesting everything we have grown,
Telling all the scary stories,
Spooked around the campfire,
Experiencing Halloween,
Amber leaves sprinkling down,
As the radiant sun falls,
Kids running around the bonfire,
Just some gorgeous memories I recall,
Black silhouettes against a firey sunset,
Ending another day of fresh pies,
Kids in Halloween costumes clamour at the door,
The memories of the seasons lie.
Magical moments
By Michelle Morris
06/03/2021
Hey, honey, let's turn the radio on,
Dance in the kitchen in
each other's arms...
The kids are asleep,
this time right now is ours;
Let's make the most of this moment,
while we still have our lives...
Chorus
Remember, honey, that
all we have is now,
Our love and blessings
and family ties...
Remember, darling, we only get
one moment at a time,
So let's dance right now,
feel free and fine...
(end chorus)
These are our moments
being made into memories,
Living on and on as part of our history...
Enjoying the music, feeling free,
Magical moments,
Magical mystery...
Chorus
So, honey, let's turn that radio on,
Dance in the kitchen in
each other's arms...
The kids are still asleep,
this time right now is ours;
Let's make the most of
these precious moments,
While we still have the time...
Chorus x 2
© Michelle Morris, 2021
A Fixer’s Change
Lost! He was lost to us all
A son, on whom all hope was pinned,
Lost to the world of his desire;
Substance abuse, needles and wind.
He was a shame, disgrace to them
Family felt bad, knowing his deeds,
But he was in bondage of those highs-
Robbed, cheated to buy his needs.
A few grams of powder to sniff away
To another realm of dimension and space,
Just a few hours then back to the strain
Fixing, sniffing or snorting a chase.
Time was running out, he had to change
Went into rehab and struggled his way
Through recovery, life to rearrange,
For wife and children, once three he betrayed.
He surrendered to God his life so broken
Began to be trusted by kids and wife
Society forgot his inglorious past
Learnt to relive and honestly survive.