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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The Eagle’s Tale
Did you hear the wind sigh As it brushed past the neem tree high? The wind met an eagle ready to cry What’s the matter? Smile – at least try. Said the wind to the eagle I’ve hurt my wings, I can’t fly That’s why I’m ready to cry The Eagle’s Tale [Illustration by Shinod AP] Said the eagle to the wind Is that all? What are we here for Said the neem and the wind with a...
The Sparrow's Nest
Oh, why does the sparrow build a nest in the rain? Won’t the downpour wash the nest away? Asked the child, to her grandmother. Monsoon is a time when there are lots of worms, and that means food for the little ones! That’s why sparrows build a nest in the rain, said the grandmother with a smile The Sparrow’s Nest [Illustration by Anup Singh]
Milk! Milk! Milk!
Morning, afternoon, evening, night Kappu wants milk all the time He drinks six bottles in a day And always feels contented and gay. Bananas and biscuits mashed in milk Are things that Kappu loves to drink As soon as he finishes drinking a bowl His mommy gives a kiss on his nose. Milk! Milk! Milk! [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Cypress Street
I took a stroll down Cypress Street The hot sidewalk beneath my feet. The one thing that stood out the most Where trees once stood there were lamppost. I’d never seen so much concrete No Cypress left on Cypress Street. According to my Great Aunt Gem There used to be a lot of them. They cut them down. They took their wood A treeless street is plum no good! Just like a treeless neighborhood So tell the Mayor next time they meet…...
Parrots in My Garden
When it’s early morning Before it’s really light A flock of parrots flies across Looking trim and bright They swoop down on the juicy grams Which I love to throw They are not afraid of me The way they come and go! Soon my lawn is clean and clear Of every little grain Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] And then the parrots leave the place To fly back once again....
Young Poets
Todd-Michael St. Pierre writes poems, songs and plays for children. He is a storyteller at schools throughout the southern United States. Among his published works are ‘Somewhere: As Told By Garrett The Parrot’ and ‘The Louisiana State Bird Beauty Pageant’. ‘Young Poets’ is part of a collection, ‘A Treehouse On The Moon’, to be published soon, along with other works such as ‘The Prince Of Nonsense: Silly Poems4Kids’ and ‘Put The People In A Zoo And Set The Animals Free: Poems4Kids To Read Out Loud’....
Have You Seen the Cuckoo Bird?
Have You Seen the Cuckoo Bird? [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] Have you seen the cuckoo bird With raven-coloured wing? Although I haven’t seen one yet I’ve often heard her sing. The cuckoo on our champak tree Is hidden from our sight Because the leaves are thick and close But how she sings at night! ‘Cuckoo… cuckoo’ says the bird ‘I may be dark, it’s true But there is not a single bird...
The Day Everything Went Wrong
On that day everything went wrong, I fell on the ground with a “BONG”! I hurt my elbows and knees And misplaced my cupboard keys. I dreamt of a horrible ghost, At breakfast I burnt my toast. I couldn’t find my tie, I couldn’t find my shirt And when I did find it, it was covered in dirt! I came to know, when I heard the clock’s chime That I had lost control of time....
Roses
Roses in the winter time Roses in the fall The roses in my garden Are the nicest of them all Some prefer the jasmines The champaks on the tree Or the lilies in the pool But it’s the rose for me! The wild roses climbing up the wall Which hang in clusters white The sprawling bush of roses pink Which looks so trim and bright Roses [] The pale rose with a curly edge...
Treehuggers
Children of the fragile forest gather around Where bird song seems to be the loudest sound A place called Summer, green as you could please A place where we all proudly hug the trees. Hug trees for the walnuts and sweet apples For the shade above small country chapels For giving squirrel and crow a place to live For the priceless gift of oxygen they give. Follow your feet across a woodland floor Beneath the tall and ancient sycamore...