Kids Monorhyme Poems | Examples
These Kids Monorhyme poems are examples of Monorhyme poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Monorhyme Kids poems written by international poets.
November first. The Day of the Dead parade is easily seen.
Where is the queen? The kids are yelling. Where is the queen?
The dancers are two-stepping, with skull faces, happy and clean.
Mexican holiday, where remembering the dead is thought to be keen.
They drift into my mind quite frequently,
those memories of days when I was free
of classrooms, books, and teachers. I could be
an unencumbered child. Time was the key
that opened doors to creativity
for kids performing their own comedy
and posing for those snapshots all would see.
Backyards transformed to wonderlands as we
rode piggyback and played with buoyancy.
Green grass served as a cushy mat for me.
A little rest made summer tiredness flee;
then I pursued fun to the nth degree.
Mr Brown longed to be a clown,
but Mr brown he had a frown,
so every circus turned him down.
Even his smile was upside down;
you look too sad, said Mrs Brown
for you to ever be a clown;
you'll scare the kids with that mean frown.
I'll wear a hat upon my crown
and baggy pants, said Mr Brown,
tell funny jokes, bring the house down;
fall down, jump up, again fall down
I'll be the tops, talk of the town.
Calm down, calm down, said Mrs Brown
you'll never ever be a clown
with your sad, scowling, scary frown.
I read in paper of renown
of a mortician's job in town
a fitting job for man with frown;
so let us have, said Mrs Brown
no more nonsense about a clown.
Definite Dinah definitely doesn’t change her mind
Ferociously feeling firm in all ideas, she will find
Kids maneuver around her; she is not awfully kind
When she bargains and barters, it is legally bind
We saw Dinah debating where we usually dined
Warning the waiter she almost never will change her mind
He appreciates the heads up; said we were kind.
I notice his palm is unusually magically star-lined.
He is a find, says Dinah, he truly is one of a kind.
This year’s gonna be lit, with next year even better.
The Bidens get the boot, bureaucrats get their letters.
Economy’s on a roll, Dow’s a record-setter.
The New Green Deal’s on hold, and Sandy’s sporting sweaters.
One half the country thinks that sanity’s returning;
the other’s on the brink of actions much concerning.
The DOE is gone, but kids are somehow learning;
Antifa’s back in town, blue cities are all burning.
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Goliardic verses are monorhyme in 13-syllable lines with pauses at 6 or 7 and feminine rhymes
Santa is on the road, ready to fly.
It’s raining in Minnesota, no lie.
He scratches his snowy beard with a sigh.
Reindeer and sleigh will not get very high.
Kids must get their gifts so he says goodbye
to Mrs. Claus and the elves that certify
the flight though it’s raining tonight. Red-eye
of chief elf unique, it breaches each sky.
Gifts must be delivered by North Pole guy.
It’s raining, no snow, unusual sky
with Minnesota travel that’s bone dry
of flurries. Request of Santa’s supply
though the weather is not frightful, no lie.
He came. He went. Cookies and milk bye-bye.
"If a clown don't make you laugh, that's because you're an adult from Mars," ... by The Poet
'Tis magical youth-phemism plays its part,
and subtle measures of bliss-phemism chart,
a suite chambered core harmonized whose heart,
discovers a treasured keepsake impart,
photogenic instants a kid's jump start,
when purposed failure is a work of art,
amidst submerging laughter comes apart,
until the clown blasts, "Kids you're a sweetheart!"
We all congregated to see the show at the banks of the River Goo.
The jumping gator was schedule to jump high today, at six and two.
Clapping commenced at one forty-six, as many kids will do.
The gator jumped so many feet in the air, he scared more than a few.
We screamed and cried and wailed, there were at least twenty-two.
I was terrified, I had never seen a jumping gator do what this one could do.
I vowed to never return to the watery banks of the River Goo.
The gator scared the beejeezus out of me, and my two cousins too!
marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays. some, coerced.
delightful, at first being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed. the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.
7/1/2023
Those college kids sure get excited when they win
while their professional counterparts barely grin
~ although they do get rich as sin
I heard there were horns on an Iowan fox.
This went around the circle of kids wearing socks.
In front of a time piece that had out of sync tocks.
The circle was strange, most nurses wore crocks.
The gossip went haywire, ending down at the docks.
Bass fisherman parked to say this on the rocks.
Beware of sharks, they are arriving in flocks.
All because a unicorn had arrived out of a box.
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My being is a mirror of the cold.
Flows through me, like wind and mold.
Flakes that can fly, bite, and hold.
The beauty of clear winter evenings unfolded.
Snowfall is enhanced by the trees exposed.
When lakes freeze, the kids shift to rink mode.
We omit each item from the scold.
However, we do not know what winter will hold.
This is the real springtime prize foretold
Written: December 03, 2022
Fascination reserved for great men who dare
Admiration for women who suffering bear
Compassion for the ill who need prayer
Anger at those who little kids scare
From all these emotions I would gladly forbear
to fulfill this twin mission ~ to share and to care
*Image of Mom Playing at the Church by Family Photo
Pride of Place
Our matriarch, a great musician of sorts,
The piano, her centerpiece, she supports,
Coaching youthful kids even kids in shorts,
Performing at nights at resplendent resorts.
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She taught the well-to-do to fund her trade,
Still, the piano, the cornerstone she made,
Training those destitute who hadn't paid,
My mom's piano she loved and played.
2022 January 29
*2nd Place*
Pride of Place
~~Julia Ward: Judged 2022 February 09
*Mom was a truly talented virtuoso on a guitar/rivaled Spanish strummers, ukelele and cello, drums, trumpet, flute, horn, tambourine, organ, and YES piano ... to name a few and composer of thousands of compositions.
I don't mean to be dismissive 'Whatever you think'
but some parents are much too 'You kids decide'
permissive 'What could go wrong?'
The kids often turn out derisive ~ 'No skin off our backs'
their folks, you surprised? so submissive 'Have it your way'