Kids Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Kids Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Quatrain Kids poems written by international poets.
Still going strong, the Boomers are
in golden years. They have come far.
The new Gen X then came along.
The Boomers are still going strong.
Kids with latch keys, safer with sex,
then came along the new Gen X.
How they do thrive, like the Gen Z’s,
Safer with sex, kids with latch keys.
The great Gen Y, they sure have drive.
Like the Gen Z’s, how they do thrive.
It’s a new day. We watch time fly.
They sure have drive, the great Gen Y.
Now Alpha’s here. High tech are they.
We watch time fly. It’s a new day.
What possibly will next appear?
High tech are they now Alpha’s here.
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On the shore sun tanner's bathing
Boating people, passing; waving
Seashell looking- children explore
Sun tanner's bathing on the shore
Summertime house rental booking
Children explore- seashell looking
Sipping sea breezes with my spouse
Rental booking summertime house
Kids licking flavored ice freezes
With my spouse sipping sea breezes
Having fun when the sun is ticking
flavored ice freezes- kids licking
Spending my summer in the sun
When the clock is ticking, having fun
No way can this be a bummer
In the sun spending my summer
I love the sights of Christmastime
from manger scenes to mistletoe.
Sweet, joyous sounds pervade the air
from "Praise the Lord" to "HO HO HO!"
I give to those who are in need,
for God says, "Love your fellow man."
Then when I shop for family,
I buy them every gift I can.
The carolers and choirs perform
"O Holy Night" and "We Three Kings,"
while celebrants in living rooms
sing tunes about what Santa brings.
A prayer precedes our Christmas feast;
the smorgasbord brings great delight.
The kids soon snuggle near the fire
enrapt as Dad starts, "'Twas the Night . . . “
This season is a splendid time
that bears a special, holy name,
so as I smile through "Jingle Bells,"
I won't forget why Jesus came.
The space between stars is not empty
though JLo and Ben’s might be dead.
It seems that they can’t sell their mansion,
‘cuz who wants an unlucky bed?
The kids wish the stars kept their distance
like diddling P. Diddy, right?
But they’d offer little resistance
if stars got assaulted at night.
The space between stars is not empty,
but the distance, exceedingly great.
There’s pervy and curvy b-listers,
but not many good ones of late.
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Prospecting for gold
in a mosquito-infested ravine
The junior explorers all mighty keen
to prove their skeptics curmudgeony scolds
And sure enough, they return all gap-toothed smiles
pans overflowing with rare and precious gems
The kind prospectors turn up in sequestered mountain glens
at the bottom of creeks that twist and turn for miles
Old-timers gawk at the kids in wonder
their colored stones, all shapes and sizes
containing abundant suspicious surprises
~ Whose rock garden did these little ones plunder
A loving son held Mama's hand
and said, "We've such sweet memories.
If you feel strong enough today,
I'd love to hear your favorites, please."
Then like an eager child he leaned
a little closer. Mama said,
"My precious times with all you kids
and your sweet daddy fill my head:
the picnics Sunday afternoons,
the games of tag and hide-and-seek,
sweet watermelons in July,
and wading in our backyard creek.
Your daddy held us spellbound with
his yarns; he spun them on the spot.
We watched old Westerns; I recall
how you loved Tonto as a tot.
(Her voice grew weaker.) What we had
was something money cannot buy.
Those simple pleasures are the best--
I'm ready, Son, so please don't cry."
Sunk comfortably aloof in his mauve reading chair
Dad's evening reverie; pipe, cheese, crackers and book
His world vanished in smoke swirling into the air
For his family; an occasional vacant look
Yet he'd take time to spin me a bedtime story
Of enchanted lands and daring schemes
Flights of fancy depicting heroic glory
Betraying his real life's unmet dreams
My dad's inner home, the one he preferred
Was far from our world's cruel, petty strife
His family and solace was the written word
Though he was good to his kids and true to his wife
This world was too much with him somehow
A scathingly mean-spirited bother
But I just remember his soft kindness now
Blessed to have had such a father
I imagine that somewhere... exists---
(I'm not sure, but my theory persists)
Moms who read --what their kids read-- from school
Then... :-) they book-club about it -- how cool!!! :-D
Wallpapering the living room is a job for many
So, we invited our relatives over, in all there were twenty
They got glue all over the carpet, it was an enormous mess
We got six or seven wallpaper strips up, more or less.
The next time we do this, we have to limit the brothers
Said the wives, mothers, and unhappy grandmothers.
They are running around, doing crazy things goofy and silly.
And we will never again invite your Great Uncle Billy.
Great Uncle Billy was having a blast telling stories to the boys.
He was adding lots of details, and they were making loud noise.
Settle down! Yelled the mothers who were doing the work.
The kids were laughing their guts out, at stories of Uncle McGurk.
December is imbued with countless joys.
Believers sing of Jesus, born to save.
We decorate, and kids enjoy new toys.
We dine on dishes that year-round we crave.
November 9, 2022
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Green leaves change color in Autumn,
tinting trees from top to bottom.
And while the kids whoop and holler,
come Autumn, green leaves change color.
As greens disappear, reds abound,
and orange hues litter the ground.
Preparing for Autumn's premiere;
reds abound, as greens disappear.
Crimson and gold atop the trees,
edge leaves, fluttering in the breeze.
Autumn's beauty never grows old:
atop the trees, crimson and gold.
Etched on glass panes: crystals of ice
form feathered swirls, sharp and precise.
For, on cold nights, Jack Frost chisels
crystals of ice, etched on glass panes.
The trees stand bare, stripped of their leaves:
as Autumn winds morph into thieves.
And with limbs exposed everywhere,
stripped of their leaves, the trees stand bare.
Yeah, he ran away,
at the age of thirteen.
His old man was a drunk,
and beat him real mean.
Now everyone knows,
It's a real sad Deal.
A runaway kid,
with nuthin to eat.
Then somebody said,
He wanted to roam.
NO, he was Abused,
and fled on his own.
He took what he had,
and put down some tracks.
A lot of bad dream's,
And the Welts on his back.
So, Everyone Knows,
It's a Very Bad Scene,
When Adults Abuse Kids
Then Get Away Clean.
He had one goal, the "American dream" paradigm.
Giving his wife and kids everything but his time.
Working more and more to reach his perceived level of contentments.
He died alone, suffocating neath the weight of his "accomplishments."
Easter isn't about a bunny
Who brings baskets filled with sweets.
Nor is it about the colored eggs we hide,
Though for kids it is a treat.
Easter is not about new frilly dresses,
Bonnets or new suits for little boys.
Although it's nice to have such things,
Easter's not about sweets, clothes or toys.
No, Easter isn't about a bunny,
And it's not about new clothes.
It's all about the Lamb of God,
Who was slain and then arose.
Easter is about our Savior,
Who paid sin's awful price,
A debt we could have never paid -
Only His blood would suffice.
On Easter we celebrate Jesus.
He is risen, our Savior lives!
He left behind an empty tomb,
Let us rejoice in the hope He gives.
4/14/22
Month nine, September, has arrived
to ease out summer's three-month stay,
which after spring's rebirth survived;
now, autumn splendor makes its way.
The sun shines lower in the sky;
our daylight hours grow shorter too,
while verdant greens fade by-and-by
to morph into a golden hue.
Vacations end, kids back in school-
September sets an altered stage,
preparing for full autumn's rule
when glorious landscapes engage.
And now, September, halfway gone,
has turned a corner- soon we'll see
October and November dawn
their vibrant-colored jubilee!
September 17, 2021
Contest: Hello September
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