Child Village Poems

These Child Village poems are examples of Village poems about Child. These are the best examples of Village Child poems written by international poets.

There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where  collective colourful characters reign

The residents of Rainbow Village
Are

© Deb M   

The skies now dark with swollen grief,
Rain lashes roofs beyond belief.
The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas,
It spares no home and trees, nor man,

© Phinjiu Basumatary  

An autumn night.  
How wondrous is its tranquil stillness,  
The night breeze gently caresses my face.  
Sheep is chew, camels cry, dogs

© Aibek Kalmaganbetov  

Gingerbread village is my go-to Christmas place
Red and white stripes give it a festive look.
Strings of blinking lights uplift me in a December way.
Gingerbread houses

© Caren Krutsinger  

a village raised a child ~ but the village was filled with idiots.

© Anthony Biaanco  

Jack and Jill went up the hill

This was never in dispute

It was how Jack fell down

With severe lacerations to his crown

That the jury had to

© Paul Bell  

In my loneliness, I lie in my bed
hopelessly listening to the chirping of crickets
The consoling breeze blowing from the cracks of my window
whistling tunes that

© Hakim Fuhad Mansaray  

I am the village rooster.
One that crows in the city.

They said I belong to the upcountry.
Now the cities respect my name.

They said I am a

© Kipngeno Robin  

Do we perform countless roles in our life?                         
we do…and we try to perform

© Malabika Ray Choudhury  

Life for a child at this seaside Village, wild and free
A band of misfits come together, boys and girls
They Gathered overlooking the village, a day

© John A'Hern  

We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The

© Sai Lin Lip   

The village road


As I walked along the village road,

Past ploughed fields and shady green,

My hopes and heart  above soared

When I saw the smile of a

© Sarbajit Roy  

I am a story among stories
Riddled with many victories;
I was written in a womb
Now trapped in the tomb.

My body has a voice
Blessed with poise;
Beauty held

© Ollus Ndomu  

Arrived is now Spring,
The scents of flowers 
scattered in the fields 
Awaken feelings of sleeping children.

Here, the breeze that goes 
Between flowering almonds.

There, weeping of

© Carlo Lazzari  

Beneath embered brands of burning roof,
The firefighter waits.
His mask is on; he’s donned his gloves, 
Ready to enter the fiery state.
Once again to battle beast,
Whose

© Joseph Soper