Kids Rhyme Poems

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

I look at the mirror in total disgust 
And I hate the Man looking back at me
There’s not a thing I like about him
He’s worthless

© Mathew Sturgeon   

I need the guarantee
of this remedy,
mentally be free
of my jealousy.
Ecstasy
escape to heavens,
Heavenly,
Read the guide carefully.
I wish to be seventy
and spread the density,
An angel's specialty
is her

© Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  

The sinking sun is now undone, 
                  

© Terry O'Leary  

I recall clearly,  my mom took me to peek
at the calico box crab roadside circus freak.
Some kids have a tooth fairy, my reward, more

© David Crandall  

Fender-bender over there,
the traffic is awful,
ain’t not space left in the lot,
that’s such a load of bull,
and the punch-in barely works,
that’s almost criminal,
this is how

© David Welch  

Every day is Mother’s Day
we clean, we cook, we sew,
costumes, for kids dress up play
then out to sport we go.
Cricket, swimming, basketball,
gymnastics, ballet too,
soothe away

© Christine Watts  

Some folks just struggle in vain,
stress their nerve and wrack their brains,
wonder if we’re all insane,
when they see us create again.
They ask of visions deep

© David Welch  

This war, with allies unified
                  (reminds of German

© Terry O'Leary  

     The cat’s curled up
       the dog’s dreaming deep
     The parakeet’s

© Gershon Wolf  

Another morning gone. The warp and weft
of kids and errands seems a sort of theft.
I love to listen to the phone-in show,
Peoria Euphoria K Seven,

© Michael Coy  

heart full of wishes
lips full of kisses,
roses red with bees,
twitter, twitter trees,
summer abloom with love.

shopping malls are full,
new fashions their pull,
laughter, giggles, cheer,
beauty walks new

© Krish Radhakrishna  

There were times when I was young…when I got on my parent’s nerves…
when I did things they did not like…
when they wanted me out of

© Jim Yerman  

There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke

Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones

Babies cry

© Paghunda Zahid  

Your hands would bleed from endless days,
Scrubbing floors to hide the stains.
Three kids hungry, three kids cold —
You broke yourself to keep us whole.

The cupboards

© Sam Russell  

KEEP CALM AND CARRY THE CORPSE

Britain bleeds through cracked red bricks,
Rain on windows, cold that sticks.
Bills climb high, wages crawl,
We’re taxed to the teeth —

© Sam Russell