Poetry for children: Our large assortment of poems for kids include evergreen classics as well as new poems on a variety of themes. You will find original juvenile poetry about trees, animals, parties, school, friendship and many more subjects. We have short poems, long poems, funny poems, inspirational poems, poems about environment, poems you can recite
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How Many Greens?
How many greens are there in the park? Can we count them – one by one? There’s the light, light green of the tender little grass I would like this green For the walls of my house! There’s the darker green of the older plants that have flowered for many years I would like to have them as friends For the numerous stories they can tell. And there’s the darkest green of them all In trees majestic and strong...
Flower on the Road
Spring has come, said the bougainvillea Crimson, orange, cream and yellow Making a flower wall along the road I bring happiness to all. Wait, said the little flower on the edge of the kerb I, too, blossom though I am small Every now and then a little child walks past, sees me at her height And happily smiles. Doesn’t that make us comrades on the road! Flower on the Road
Roadside Locksmith
The locksmith sits on the roadside with his wares A tilted black umbrella blocks the sun’s glare A mountain of master keys heaped on the ground Some dull, some old Some rusty, some gold Roadside Locksmith [Illustration by Shinod AP] The locksmith has the answer to every locked door That can’t be opened because the key’s not there And if you have a key that is lonely and lost Don’t worry, don’t fret...
Do You Like Fruits?
Apples in the winter time Chikoos in the fall Mangoes in the summer time I like it best of all! Oranges and kinnows bright Sugar-cane so sweet Melons and the juicy grape All of them – a treat! Do You Like Fruits? [Illustration by Anup Singh] (C) Swapna Dutta
The Potter
The summer sun smiles a scorching smile The smile sends shivers through the stoutest hearts A summer smile is reason to sweat But the potter’s back with his cool lifeline! Earthen pots of every size Are piled under a tarpaulin sky Waiting to find new homes And soothe thirsty throats! Their water has a magical taste – The sweet smell of wet earth Or soil that comes alive after The first seasonal shower! The Potter [Illustration by Shinod AP] Some pots are small, like a baby’s song...
If I Could Fly
If I had a pair of wings, with which to fly, I’d soar straight away, up into the sky. I’d carry a brush, and paints in colours bright, So I could paint every fluffy cloud in sight! I’d paint them purple and yellow and green- They’d be the prettiest you’ve ever seen! I’d paint rainbows in the sky every single day, So I can watch them when I work and play. And when the moon and...
If You Were
If you were busy being kind, Before you knew it, you would find You’d soon forget to think ‘twas true That someone was unkind to you. If you were busy being glad, And cheering people who are sad, Although your heart might ache a bit, You’d soon forget to notice it. If you were busy being good, And doing just the best you could, You’d not have time to blame some man Who’s just doing the best he can....
My Garden
There’s a garden in my house A garden full of flowers I love to be there all the time And spend just hours and hours There are roses, every kind And lilies in the pool Sunflowers looking trim and bright And jasmines white and cool. There’s a lawn of velvet grass So soft and oh so green Like a carpet beneath my feet The nicest I have seen. My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] There are bulbuls, parrots too...
Kindness to Animals
Little children, never give Pain to things that feel and live; Let the gentle robin come For the crumbs you save at home; As his meat you throw along He’ll repay you with a song. Never hurt the timid hare Peeping from her green grass lair, Let her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day. Kindness to Animals [Illustration by Aneesh Jaisinghani] The little lark goes soaring high...
My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)
Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! My Dream (A Vision Of Peace) [Illustration by Shinod AP] Where the ocean meets the sky...
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