1. Now We Are Six
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When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
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 remember my dad reading this poem to me when I turned 6! He read many poems and stories to me but this was one of my favorites! Did not realize it was Winnie the Pooh until recently. To...
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Famous Poem
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
I also grew up with A.A. Milne and Childcraft books. "Vespers" is a special kind of magic that happens only a very few times in a person's life. When I was [or when we were] very young, the...
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A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at;
When I was 3 or 4, I recited this poem to the Bayridge Business and Professional Women's bridge club. My aunt and godmother, Margaret Desmond, was hosting them at my grandparents' house in...
Do you know where fairies live?
To see just one, I'd gladly give
The moon and stars and galaxies
That sail above the summer breeze.
I have been offline due to friends visiting and would have replied sooner, but your words of encouragement, including visualizing a book, made my day--thank you so much! I have read all of...
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These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.
I am waiting here to see
Isn't it awesome how while there is rain we still have something to do!
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.
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...
The children on the block
Are playing with chalk.
Bubbles are flying around,
Popping when they hit the ground.
This is the best poem because I have summer stuff planned for me and my friends and it make me excited. Thank you for the poem.
Knock, knock! Hush, hush.
Good dreams quietly march.
Like the fairies, they bring stories and tales,
And they sing their song: "Bala-boo, bala-bash."
When and why have you written this poem? Is there some kind of special meaning?
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...
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
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...
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...
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.
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Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,
Hadn't come across this one before. Not quite as good as "Wynken, Blynken and Nod," but excellent for the period and a precursor to more recent sleepy time travel poems and songs.
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From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
It's a simple yet great poem. We cannot ignore the importance of sleeping and dreaming. Dream big and try hard to achieve it.