English Poems for Kids, Famous poems, Short poems. Poems for Children. Rhyming poems.
Showing posts with label Kids poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kids poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
english poem - brush brush
Brush, brush, brush your teeth

Brush, brush, brush your teeth,
Brush them every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister
Brush them every day.
Comb, comb, comb your hair,
Comb it every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister
Comb it every day.
Wash, wash, wash your face,
Wash it every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister
Wash it every day.

Brush, brush, brush your teeth,
Brush them every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister
Brush them every day.
Comb, comb, comb your hair,
Comb it every day.
Father, mother, brother, sister
Comb it every day.
Wash, wash, wash your face,
Father, mother, brother, sister
Wash it every day.
Monday, August 8, 2016
Kids poem - First day at School
I wonder
if my drawing
will be as good as theirs.
I wonder
if they’ll like me
or just be full of stares.
I wonder
if my teacher
will look like Mom or Gran.
I wonder
if my puppy
will wonder where I am
Reading is fun
What does the child in the poem think about his drawing?
What does the child wonder about his teacher?
Do you think the child would like to carry his puppy to school?
Friday, August 5, 2016
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
Friday, July 15, 2016
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Monday, June 27, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Hopes and Dreams
We all have our hopes and dreams,
It makes life seem worthwhile!
If we can adhere to that thought most of the time,
We'd go that extra mile!
Everyone needs an incentive, in order to reach their goal,
It's worth fighting for.
To have someone who, will stand by you,
could you ask for anything more?
When you have encouragement,
you begin to believe in yourself,
There's nothing you cannot undertake or do.
So...keep up your hopes,
believe in your dreams,
one day, it will, all come true!
Write about 2 to 3 sentences about a person who has encouraged you to follow your dream.
- Audrey Heller
Going downhill on a Bicycle
With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry: --
'O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.
‘Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy
for a golden moment share your feathery life in air!’
-Henry Charles Beeching
A True Friend
Who is a true friend?
Not just who says ‘Hello!’ as a trend
A person who thoroughly knows you
In spite of your weakness loves you
Whenever you are in danger
Unlike others waits no longer
Comes to your rescue when needed
And gives you counsel when heeded
All your secrets, in whom you confide
In sorrow, a solace you will find
Your joys increase as you share
With a friend so faithful and loving care
A True Friend
- D. Margaret Emily
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
To cook and eat
To cook and eat
Is an art,
Yet a part
Of everyday life.
We take it for granted
not knowing,
not caring,
that others
may not have this thing
which we so foolishly waste.
- Emma Richards
Is an art,
Yet a part
Of everyday life.
We take it for granted
not knowing,
not caring,
that others
may not have this thing
which we so foolishly waste.
- Emma Richards
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Teach me to listen
Teach me to listen, Lord
To those nearest me
My family, my friends, my co-workers
Help me to be aware that
No matter what words I hear
The message is,
“ Accept the person I am, Listen to me.”
Teach me to listen, Lord
To those far from me
The whisper of the hopeless
The plea of the forgotten
The cry of the anguished.
Teach me to listen, Lord
To myself
Help me to be less afraid
To trust the voice inside
In the deepest part of me.
Teach me to listen, Lord
For your voice
In busyness and in boredom
In certainty and in doubt
In noise and in silence
Teach me, Lord, to listen.
- Anonymous
Sunday, April 24, 2016
THE SOLDIER
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blost by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
- Rupert Brooke
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blost by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
- Rupert Brooke
POEM - IS LIFE, BUT A DREAM?
A Boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July –
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear –
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise.
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream –
Lingering in the golden gleam –
Life, what is it but a dream?
Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time’s dark resistless stream?
Bowed to the earth with bitter woe,
Or laughing at some raree-show,
We flutter idly to and fro.
Man’s little Day in haste we spend,
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end.
- Lewis Carroll
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July –
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear –
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise.
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream –
Lingering in the golden gleam –
Life, what is it but a dream?
Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time’s dark resistless stream?
Bowed to the earth with bitter woe,
Or laughing at some raree-show,
We flutter idly to and fro.
Man’s little Day in haste we spend,
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end.
- Lewis Carroll
Monday, June 8, 2015
A House, A Home poem by LORRAINE M. HALLI
What is a house?
It's brick and stone
And wood that’s hard.
Some window glass
And perhaps a yard.
It's eaves and chimneys
And tile floors
And stucco and roof
And lots of doors.
What is a home ?
It's loving and family
And doing for others.
It's brothers and sisters
And fathers and mothers.
It’s unselfish acts
And kindly sharing
And showing your loved ones
You’re always caring.
It's brick and stone
And wood that’s hard.
Some window glass
And perhaps a yard.
It's eaves and chimneys
And tile floors
And stucco and roof
And lots of doors.
What is a home ?
It's loving and family
And doing for others.
It's brothers and sisters
And fathers and mothers.
It’s unselfish acts
And kindly sharing
And showing your loved ones
You’re always caring.
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