Kids Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Kids Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Rhyme Kids poems written by international poets.
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
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
Darn kids arrive and turn lives upside down,
Doted and loved and they don’t have a clue,
That parents haven’t a way around it -
But unconditionally, through and through.
For starters we’re awake from sleepless nights,
Then toddlers’ tantrums test our calm and cool.
And folks, please note, we’re stripped of spanking rights
As soon as darn kids start going to school.
Darn kids grow up and out of childhood bliss,
Some move away or in, if basement’s spare.
Now sleepless nights are somehow dearly missed,
It’s daily worries parents have to bear.
Based on facts darn kids don’t make exceptions,
‘Who is loved more’ stems from misconceptions.
None is perfect thus no one is to blame -
We’re hardwired to love them all the same.
I remember when the sun would set,
And before long, workers took their rest.
I recall when the heat would decline
And hush, but not by much.
I recollect those southern summer nights,
Especially in the rural where there was so
Little light and where kids thrilled themselves
With the sight of lightning bugs.
There are things I wish that I could forget.
We never forgot to stay close to home to
Avoid the southern summer fright, because
Some sad souls were not very bright.
Goodbye July, it’s been so fun
With your longer days and hot sun
Now we must part ways, it’s time
To welcome in August this summertime
August will be special and sublime
With its long dog days and just in time
And will bring us special summer gifts
As the days shorten and the climate shifts
The summer fairs will soon begin
with many rides, food and games to win
Kids will beg to go there to eat and play
A rite of summer that’s here to stay
Hummingbirds will be out to score
Before leaving again to fuel up more
Beautiful hydrangeas will bloom until fall
It will soon be the end of summer for us all
EPIPHANY
I awaken most every day grateful not to be in an early grave. It seems it's been chasing me most of my life. I am no longer in one piece, Uncle Sam did a number on me. I wake up alone and greet my smartphone, cause I'm no longer fit for a wife.
I knew what I wanted to be one day, but the world didn't quite see it that way. Murphy's been imposing his laws on my dreams. I rolled with the punches, as they came in bunches, scraped myself off the mat, figured out where I'm at, and went on being the best I could be.
Dad is what I had left to be, and it's challenges unique to me. I learned through my kids a true sense of myself. Those things that I longed to be were titles and labels, not me. What's me is who I am. Chasing ego was a sham, just some dusty old crap on a shelf.
After mother passed I had to find peace,
with my sister and mend the fences;
it was import to me that we find release,
the will complete and all the expenses.
There was always some hurt between us,
since we were kids and it had grown more;
we needed for there were things to discuss,
our inner thoughts and feelings had to pour.
So, we met and we talked for hours and hours,
we laid to rest the hurt and burnt the bridge;
as we walked in a park among the flowers,
that day we also burnt down the drawbridge.
Dorothy Lee dresses like a street urchin from London town
She is not a frilly frothy girl, you’ll never see her in a gown
Her brother’s oversized boots are good enough for Dorothy Lee
Does she wear socks inside them? No this you’ll never see.
She is the youngest daughter of a family with eighteen kids.
Seventeen older brothers, one of them on the skids.
She dresses like she’s homeless, though they have lots of money.
Her mama left a long time ago, which truly was not funny.
She wanted to take Dorothy Lee, but she refused to go.
She loves her older brothers Terry, Tom, Timmy, Dick and Danny so.
Her daddy never had a girl, so is raising her like a boy.
This, says Dorothy Lee, is my biggest joy.
Dorothy wanted her own Christmas tree
That’s silly said her parents, truly silly!
They told this to her Uncle Leroy Lee
He told their grandmama who went on a spree
She brought a tree for each of the kids that day
Swiping their parents’ ridiculous excuses away
I am the grandma, I can do what I want she said.
You cannot put me in a corner or put me to bed.
Holy Told-ye-o, I can’t belief
in the hot blustering sun, my pore rose
felt to the difficult ground, droopping it’s head and leafs
oh my pore pore pore rose. I am afeared its toast.
You rilly think it deservd this?
For heavens sack, it didn’t naught.
I loved that melliflous flour like I love my too kids.
I cant belief the weigh human beans with no apathy laught
about it dyeing!
Send the kids off to school,
is it just a memory? or a forgotten hole in time.
All these years on...
I still wave good-bye.
We want so much for others,
yet so little for ourselves.
Forget to tidy our own room..
wipe the dust away
from the shelves.
Just today, as the dust settled,
another forgotten hole in time..
one with a gift-wrapped box
that contained within
a tie.
Times don't change,
people change.
My hope for our journey
that we've learned to behave.
Forgive those that strayed for a moment
from the path.
It was theirs, not yours
and be thankful we ought too.
If ever there was one wish I could grant,
t'would be a Happy Father's Day for you.
the night before Christmas
the ultimate book
read the eve of Christmas
us kids all peeking a look
the night before Christmas
we all laugh at "arose with a clatter"
the world is perfect now
nothing is the matter
Good morning bookstore owner,
here my new book is a loaner.
It is a must read,
it will turn your young readers head.
It is about silly yellow ducks not red,
shaking their feathers and counting ahead.
The kids will love this fun book,
fill your shelf so they can take a look.
Written: May 28, 2026,
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Barbados once sang in May—
Children's struts with dynamic gameplay.
November calls, in step with the world,
where love flags for all kids are unfurled.
November music is cheerful and bright,
Children's voice, the happiness ignites.
Palm trees wobble slowly as artists dance,
sprigs slap slightly, as their feet prance.
Kites sail over the sky in dazzling shades,
Stories of destiny are yet to be made.
Each child shows a flame, each grin a spire,
A symbol of vitality for the island to inspire.
“Slow down,” says the sea with shimmering hand,
“Listen to children, they brighten the land.”
From May to November, the message is one—
Barbados shines brighter when children have fun.
Beuracratic twee Bridgend..Has banned a
Donkey ride buisness, thats been on the go'
For over, one hundred years; my friends!
Such great interaction with good muscle workouts..When the donkeys
Saw action.' I reckon they walked in dry, the damp; and rain.' Being usefull to their humans is for them no pain.' Tactile animals they enjoy being the attraction.!! Bringing
Smiles to kids faces, and much satisfaction..Inner city children maybe some blind, feeling fur and maybe not?
Left out? Or behind.? Jay Bateman their
Owner is so very sad..I a just see straightjacket
Manner, when all is said.' A clinical answer
To a non-existent irk..Being rammed
Down Porthcawl shoreline..Though in reality it don't
Work.'