Kids Narrative Poems

These Kids Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Narrative Kids poems written by international poets.

Burma-Shave

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© Kim Rodrigues  

There was a field behind our grandparents' house in the province.
A wide one, green and glimmering, where the rice stalks swayed and the dragonflies danced.
Back

© Patricia Fonseca  

some of the younger ones turned to me, thinking I knew something
I know nothing; I do not even know how I got on this beach.
A

© Caren Krutsinger  

If you're looking for change, 
don’t wait for kindness to reward you, 
or for broken systems to apologize. 
Look in the mirror, 

Ask yourself 
if

© Bernard Barclay  

My mother had a way with green plants
They wanted to please her, and so they did.
She took cuttings and gave them to neighbors.
Millions of cuttings.

© Caren Krutsinger  

When we were still kids 
Each day comes with it's ecstasy 
Steadily playing at night 
During the full moon
Right there we share our dreams 
Telling

© Desire Obaroyeregbe Agbeyiwa Agidotan Ikoyo  

...Gobayth’s mind was nearly crushed,
this was his life now, it appeared,
and all sorts of depressing thoughts
flooded his mind that first half-year.
Was this what life was

© David Welch  

I was in a hurry and could not find my favorite sweater.
My friends had gathered, and I could not find my rubber ball.
It was time

© Curtis Johnson  

I gaze upon a moon so full and bright beneath my feet
The stillness of unbroken waters where reflections meet
The creaking and the straining as the

© Terry Flood  

Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn,
his eyes mindlessly staring out the door,
it was July of 1889,
and new work young Lester now had to find.

He’d

© David Welch  

...With that he went to a small chest, retrieved a bound-up scroll,
and her eyes went quite wide with shock when the thing was unrolled,
’twas her

© David Welch  

My jeans I’d wear, twirling in the air
the cousins, loved those kids; I’d
see them hardly ever, flying, laughing,
rising. Mother couldn’t understand
the wriggling out of the

© Kim Rodrigues  

When very young, Easter had at least two meanings.
One meaning was for kids; the other for all mankind.

One meaning spoke to me about Easter Bonnies

© Curtis Johnson  

Dusty Box of Memories Poetry Contest
Constance La France

"We'll wheel where our wills take us and never tirer loving the ones that love us."
Quote by author

I

© Connie Pachecho  

Just one more duty to perform...

The moon is full and navel orange on this hot August night. The crickets and tree frogs have just begun

© Tom Woody