Nursery Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Nursery Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Nursery. These are the best examples of Rhyme Nursery poems written by international poets.
When you don't reflect, on cause and effect, you're leaping right to the middle
With half of the clue, apparent to you, you will never unwrap the riddle
But when you know how
Milk comes from a cow
You'll be over the moon, finish work before noon, cause you'll know cat comes before fiddle
He wears a heavy coat of rusty fur,
hunched and brooding in the coastal scrub.
They painted him a villain in the nursery tales,
a big, bad shadow waiting for the dark.
He has a hundred hollow eyes that never blink,
carved open by the jaws of summer fire.
A crooked spine, a fist of woody knots,
grumbling low curses to the southerly wind.
But who could blame his wicked, jagged grin?
He learned his roughness from the searing drought,
patrolling the ashes of a blackened world
while delicate soft gums slept in the canopy.
He is the grumpy elder of the heath,
bristling, thick-skinned, and unapologetic—
holding his seeds like stolen golden treasure
behind those silent, gaping wooden mouths.
You say you are my foe
But you're not, no you're not
You're only a faux foe
With your face slimed with snot.
God’s morning paints the world in gold,
and little birds begin to sing~
they know His love wakes everything.
Quiet wind tiptoes through the trees,
whispering blessings as they pass~
tiny prayers in dewy grass.
One for a penny.
Two for a dime.
Three stole my sandwich.
Four said, "That's mine!"
Five blamed the goldfish.
Six years he served time.
Vampire Iran is sniffing out Israeli veins
Xi buzzards are circling the lotus Taiwan
Putin is feeding on the flesh of Ukraine
Nuclear wizards are waving their wands.
The Humpty Dumpty conundrum -
is it a cravat or cummerbund?
Do not answer this in haste -
from the bottom up what is his waist
might as well be his neck,
and now that egg is in a wreck.
(To be sang to the tune of:
"I'm A Little Teapot" - nursery rhyme.)
I'm a little tear drop
Clear and round.
I'm filled with the thoughts no voices sound.
I can be of sorrow, laughter, fears.
Watch... me fall while I scream cheers!
I'm a little tear drop
Clear and round.
Where do I go when I splash down?
It is not a mystery to be solved.
I dis...appear when I disolve!
Ladybug, ladybug, what do you see?
I see visions of beauty glancing at me
Ladybug, ladybug, what do you hear?
I hear the music of nature playing in my ear
Ladybug, ladybug, what do you say?
I say words of encouragement throughout the day
Ladybug, ladybug what do you do?
I spread kindness and you should, too!
With stepsisters both so mean
Cinderella's gloom is keen
Then a cool in-law
Her fairy grandma
Helps her to split the bad scene
In the shoe her foot does slide
She's the real deal, bonified!
She's all that, so fine
The prince shouts, you're mine!
Now sweet love will be their guide
one is a spark,
two is a clash,
three's a crowd bash
four twines the braid
squares up the sides
tradeoff abides
light the candle,
enjoy shared roles,
four conjoint souls
triad anguish
seeks a fourth goal
mandala whole
A Nursery Rhyme
Write, write, write the words
of the song to sing
Verbs and nouns and adjectives
Songs are fun to sing.
The poet had a little pen,
Little pen, little pen.
The poet had a little pen
it was filled with ink.
And every time she wrote a poem
wrote a poem, wrote a poem
and every time she wrote a poem
her words were for her king.
The teeny tiny pronoun
held the nouns in place,
then came the verbs and
blew them all about.
Out came the adverbs
and gave the nouns their color.
And the teeny tiny pronoun
held the nouns once more.
I could hear the bugle blare.
Sad news was in the air.
The King's men were oddly aloof
as if they didn't care.
The horses struggled with every hoof,
on an egg that wasn't shatterproof.
Humpty Dumpty came to town
wearing a despicable frown,
ordered a drink and drank it down,
sitting up so tall.
An egg as stubborn as mule,
he had forgotten the golden rule.
So, though he sat high on his stool,
he took a dreadful fall.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
a pail of water they would fill.
I guess that is their story still.
It always was and always will,
but, this reason given, ostensibly
does not hold up to scrutiny.
Let's take another look and see,
and, so, rewrite history.
What do you think this couple did -
something good morals would forbid?
I think they wanted to be hid
from prying eyes, off the grid.