Kids Water Poems | Examples
These Kids Water poems are examples of Water poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Water Kids poems written by international poets.
Lizards are lazing here and there.
Kids enjoy the water sprayer.
Crows're hopping 'round
across burning ground.
Please soon end this summer affair!
Water beneath, rental boat, sky above, grandpa the pilot in controL,
Advancing swiftly, feeling the love, adult and kids' eyes full of euphorA,
Tension in the towline, pulling strong, everyone full of cheerS,
Exultant joy, where we all belong, riding the speeding boaT,
Riding waves, board underfoot, lifejacket strapped, dragged by keeL,
Speeding forth with balance and skill, meandering in the lakE,
Kinetic energy, a constant thrill, increasing speed, more fuN,
In every carve, in every glide, joy glows in eyeS,
In sync with nature, side by side, harmony with naturE,
Navigating waves, created by the boat, feeling maturE,
Gliding on the board, freedom at hand, thrill of lifetimeS.
("Still Life", 2021, original encaustic)
Speaking in Tongues
I like speaking
To the sky, to the earth
To my dogs, and wife and kids.
It’s the sound of a babbling brook
Flowing in cascades and eddies
Rushing to the sea.
Of course such language of the heart
Is deeply encoded
In these hard, angular, abstract edges,
But those edges are in turn
Worn down, softened and smoothed
By the yielding force of the flow.
I like speaking
In whatever tongues
The world can show.
(2/17/24)
wind wisps dark locks
from her brow
green eyes gaze
across
saguaro spiked slopes
over
sticks and stucco
where once was a river
and corn grew tall
her mama's native blood
her dad's rugged heart
she belongs to this land
pushed her baby
up this mountain
where two centuries ago
sentinels kept guard
now come here to see
sticks and stucco grow
and watch her generation
manage water
(Meade was full last
the year she was born)
see her nurse her dream
graduation
career launch
marriage
money
pay too much for
sticks and stucco
raise above average kids
walk them all
up this mountain
on Thanksgiving
while today
her baby's stroller
chases grandpa
down the hill
so full of giggles
tomorrow grandbaby
stands on this peak
on the brink of her
sticks and stucco
and I pray
grandpa’s here
too
Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker
I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun
The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts of a windmill meant to
Quench the thirst of thirsty cattle
The salt lick that became our diving board
A rare moment of splashing laughter
Rarer than rare the occasion of young cousins
allowed to play for an afternoon
as other children play in city park pools
Very aware that
We were the farm kids
And would curse in bilingual blurbs the
Profane adjectives accenting hard work
I don’t remember who was
winding and aiming
The 8mm movie camera
Capturing the moment through a lens
that would
Otherwise have been lost forever
Documenting the silent laughter of
Farm kids having fun the hard way
In the New Mexico Summer sun
It bubbles and flows,
It winds around the road,
The odd bridge here and there,
In the winter it's so cold,
But it still bubbles and flows,
Sometimes it even overflows,
In the summer it's full of kids,
Trying to catch the little fish,
Still it bubbles and flows,
It's cleaned ever year,
So that it bubbles and flows,
The water never stops.
Gifts of Air and Water
A little more money,
and I could buy…
exactly what my kid wanted.
Yet I found,
that it may not be,
exactly what they needed.
For less, I could choose,
to get the best of usefulness.
For more, I could buy flagrantly useless.
The smile on my kids face,
may or may not be equally the same,
but the memory in my heart,
that I want to keep,
is very different.
I wish to teach a lesson,
of being a good steward.
I also wish to lavish my love.
The moment passes.
I do the right thing.
Thank you Lord.
Shop on.
"Okay, so, who we are — what we do is we help the wealthiest families in the U.S. get their kids into school. ... That they want guarantees, they want this thing done. They don't want to be messing around with this thing. And so they want in at certain schools. And I've created this side door in." — A witness who participated in the cheating scheme to a client in wiretapped call, cited in the affidavit*
FUTURES IN HOT WATER PM2
guilt-free progeny empties out the cookie jar
— parents buy more
Proverbial Monoku 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carol Connell
Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right. Proverbs 20:11 KJV
*Tennessean.com
Risen
From the springtime flooding along South MLK
A sh#t-skinned slimy pipe
Pops half way up from a grimy hole
Like a gopher molded from iron ore
Neck and head periscoping left then right
Tiny arms bolted to its furry chest of rust
Surveying the silence of this industrial prairie
And the graves pocked from Foundry hammers
Until a school bell bangs
And a kaleidoscope gang of cell phone kids
Clamber from broken windows and dim doorways
To play in this forbidden park
Riding and rocking the new springer like a rodeo bronco
Screwing
The old boss back to its subterranean foundation
Another generation
Re-connecting the muddy wells to our silver faucets.
Go have adventures,
don’t rot in your home,
go have adventures,
you were born to roam.
Go climb a mountain
and drink in the view,
see all of the world
unfold beneath you.
Go rent a kayak
and paddle the lakes,
a canoe or tube
would also be great.
Go ride a mustang
across countryside,
playing a cowboy
makes you feel alive.
Go swing a bit bat
and make some contact,
clear the damn fences
and marvel at that.
Go to a broad slope
and strap on some skis,
it’s just like flying
so joyous and free.
Go to a theme park,
take the kids along,
waterslides, coasters
can never be wrong.
Go live a real life,
step back from the screen,
you all work for it
so live out your dreams.
Go have adventures,
don’t rot in your home,
go have adventures,
you were born to roam.
Ducks line up behind Mommy
swimming all in a perfect row
Kids build sand castles
precariously balanced, just so
Red-and-white bobbers bob up and down
to the rhythm of fishermen's strings
Bronzed bodies gaze upwards, supine
sun-worshiping, midst other things...
Another endless, lazy summer's day
for a privileged nation, whose idle play
While in distant lands, far away
ghastly towers of war and famine sway...
Seashells oh seashells laying on the riverbank
You fill my eye's with content
The way you lay there looking all mighty
As the breeze brushes over your shell
Flowing water dance's on the riverbank
As the cranes fishes for a bite
The sound of waves beating against they beaks
Can creates melodies that'll make you feel relief
Crabs marches out on a morning stroll
With no intention of making friend or foe
Burn the river scenery into your mind
For the sunsets once in everyday
And you can feel free by just staring into space
Rocks rumble as engane boats passes by
As the kids jump for joy hearing tales of pirates who once sail the sea
Oh riverbank you complete us
For we have no where else to go when feeling sad and low
Just staring at our reflecting can calm us down
Riverbank only you knows our struggle
Here sitting enjoying the summer light
so lovely picturesque still like scene
shirt sleeveless with summer hat to protect
what a setting at peace so serene
Looking around surrounded buildings so fine
architecture real magnificent grey sandstone
contrasts with garden cafes at either side
looking onto town hall one's mind blown
In the centre sits a water fountain
shooting it's liquid high into the air
kids run through it become real wet
mum not pleased at young hearts dare
But stop still I do for deep moment
gaze on this fountain looks so cool
here in my spirit refreshed and ponder
come to my waters Jesus says my saving jewel
In my soul thirst, only one can supply
the ever living fountain to come and drink
receive this eternal thirst quenching provider
fully trusting fully believing my God giving link
Chocolate cake batter still on my tongue,
I rush outside as soon as I hear the clamor
It’s a hot summer day in the city
Fire hydrant busted, water rushing everywhere
No need for swim suits, its time to cool off
Mama keeps calling, take off your shoes!
The sun is bright, the news has spread
From blocks away, they come
It won’t last forever, everybody knows
Nothing to hear but high pitched squeals,
Arms flailing, heads drenched as we jump
No pools around here, this is it, liquid heaven
All too soon, the sirens are blaring
Kids scatter as laughter abates
Flashing lights call a halt to summer ecstasy
As I climb back up the fire escape
Mama yells, have fun? and the oven promises
Chocolate delights
8/28/17
Hot City Days
Hot city days
summer's ablaze
in bricks of concrete
and flip flop feet.
Just keep cool
in a hydrant pool.
The block’s a bash
if kids can splash.
Great water fun
in scorching sun
can bring a smile
to any child.
Grown-ups look on
as though they long
to drench in droves
right in their clothes.
8/28/17