Tykes Poems - Poems about Tykes

The Adoption of Unreasonable Tykes

This waif-world is adopted.
It was sewn together with patches
torn from consequences.
Old Mother Reality
took it in
out of the cold nowhere.

She feeds it now, but only
the food that it is ready to eat
mostly it's puppy food
and an all-purpose applesauce.

Like any infants,
the earth as we understand it,
wails and throws up,
plays with toys that are dangerous,
ends up
with chocolate cake

Categories: tykes, poetry,
Form: Free verse

The Little Tykes

The Little Tykes

The little tykes, 
They’re early trained
To hold onto little bags —
To carry their collected needs,
Or special treats,
Or found symbols of imaginings
To be kept for them alone —
In their name-labeled bags
That decades later they’ll keep
In the cabinets and closets
Of what they’ll call
As their own homes.


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(C)sally young eslinger 6/21/22

Inspiration:

From binkies with a toy and spare

Categories: tykes, america, childhood, memory, youth,
Form: Free verse

Magic Bagpipes and the Five Jelly Tykes

A Bagpipe am I,
My drones point to the sky!
I am magic they say, since the wizard ‘spelled’ on me that day.

He gave me the gift of immortal time,
I could travel through centuries,
T’was a gift.
It was mine.

But now here I lay, on this shelf in pawn,
Pick me up I’ll play; I will show you magic till

Categories: tykes, 5th grade, children, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Tykes and Bikes

Along the hikes of thunder spikes 
The rest of us are scared
Nobody likes the lightning strikes
That catch us unprepared
Except the tykes who ride the bikes
That somebody repaired.

Submitted to the
Bite Size Poem no17 Poetry Contest
on August 15, 2021

Categories: tykes, courage,
Form: Rhyme

Teen Tykes

Teen tykes trifle Love
Cozy sensuality
Tongue tied lips to lips

Categories: tykes, 7th grade, angst, girlfriend,
Form: Haiku

Kites and Tykes

The wind blew exactly right
For the flying of a kite.
Kites were nearly everywhere:
In telephone wires
And high in the trees,
One or two were in the air,
Blowing ever higher
On a gentle breeze.

Then all at once the wind increased;
It blew and blew, it hardly ceased,
Pulling all the kites so high
Into the clouds,
How high they go!
Pulling children in the

Categories: tykes, children, death, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme

The Broken Hearts of Two Tykes

There's one thing about being a Policeman that I don't like.
Several months ago I had to break the hearts of two tykes.
Their parents had a car wreck and died.
After I told them, all three of us cried.
It broke my heart to see their sad faces when I gave them the bad news.
It's painful when people

Categories: tykes, childhood, children, death, pain,
Form: Rhyme