1. My Spaceship
I've a picture of Pluto,
My white spacesuit,
My robot Charlie,
My red moon-boots,
Children might not be interested in the mechanics and techniques involved in poetry writing. However, there is an effective way to get them interested in poetry. The key is to read them plenty of poetry written with children in mind. Many children's poems feature things that interest children, things they can relate to, like missing the school bus or cafeteria lunches. Funny poems are the best for getting kids motivated to write their own material. If a poem about underwear or bugs makes them laugh, they are likely to develop a love for poetry even at an early age.
I've a picture of Pluto,
My white spacesuit,
My robot Charlie,
My red moon-boots,
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Add two times twenty-two,
To twelve and twenty more,
Take forty-five from fifty-five,
Add four by forty-four.
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I am in speak but not in tell,
I am in whisper but not in yell,
I am in peel but not in bell,
And you’ll find me in spin as well as spell.
O, its bones may be colossal,
But the trouble with a fossil
Is that it doesn’t give a clue
As to the creature’s actual hue.
I just love the poem. I had been feeling a bit low, and then I read your poem and the world felt like a brighter place. Thank you.
If I was a flag
I’d be flapping and raising
If I was a star
Up high I’d be blazing!
You can go anywhere you want to. The biggest ride of your life begins in the light of our mind and soul. There is no fear, my dear, in a world of happiness. Any dream can come true. Fly with...
As I lay in bed
While I go to sleep,
My thoughts start to swirl 'round my head.
To quiet my mind, I try to unwind,
A book is not a window
nor is it a magical key
a book’s not a path
through a mountain
The child knows best...
A book's a story waiting to be read
Taking one to where their feet never tread
Be it fact or fiction whatever's told
It's a mystery about to unfold.
His belly's getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.
Perfect for both kids and adults at Christmas - great fun. Best wishes, Ann D Stevenson
I want to travel around the world for fun,
And see different lands, one by one.
But I would not like to travel by aeroplane, train, or by car -
I would like to have a magic carpet that will take me afar.
On one mystic, magic night,
Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,
kids with bags of candy sweet,
roam door to door and street to street,
A cake with a lit candle,
Presents with ribbons and bows,
A bike with pink, glittery handles,
A little girl who grows and grows.
The morning fog
- White and dense -
Comes creeping in
Through the garden fence.
Giving feedback on published poems is much more fun than trying to scroll through them looking for gems like this. Well done. Love it! Great rhyming. I can picture this as a children's book...
A ball dress, some slippers, and I am in heaven.
Believe me, pretending and dress up is fun!
Can you use your own imagination?
Do give it a try, my little one.
There is a monster under my bed
With big red eyes in his bumpy head.
Long yellow teeth and a big hooked nose,
Brilliant! Everyone needs a mum and a kiss and their bear. I used to have a little dolly that scared away the monsters. Love your work. Excellent stuff.
Above huge hills if ever I could rise,
Beyond the gravity as Iron Man flies.
Climbing and hanging if towers I could touch,
Dashing as the Spider-Man, if fingers were such.
As a young child, I dreamt of being Superman. For me, other superhero could match him. I'm retired, but if I were still teaching, this would be an ideal fun poem with plenty to discuss in the...
Sweet dreams my darling, the day is done.
The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun.
Gather your blankets and climb into bed.
I knit a baby blanket with cream and silver shot black, reprising the moon and the stars. Finding this poem to give with the blanket was perfect.
Sometimes I dream that I can fly.
I lift and flap my arms just so,
And soon I'm soaring to the sky.
Graceful like a bird I go.
Thanks, Pat, for your poem. I love the feeling of movement your words create - they really transported me. And I also appreciate your honesty in dealing with the subject of finding and having...
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" I heard.
I really hate that lousy bird!
I got home late from Betty Lou's,
But now I've got my chores to do.
At night the sun lies down for sleep
And crickets sing a tune.
The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
Beneath the watching moon.
The poem clearly depicts a child's thoughts at night. Regular rhythm and rhyme reflect the rhythm of sounds of nature as well as the other rhythmical sounds coming from the surrounding.
Five little stars were twinkling,
Bright like never before.
One little star burned up -
Now there were only four.
I really enjoyed this poem...it was simple but was very good for children.