Poems for Children

Welcome to Poems for Children for the occasions when they want to write to Mom & Dad, brother or sister. Friend at school or just start to enjoy poetry for themselves.

Poems for Children

If only my brother would leave me alone
And not do those horrible things;
Like cutting up worms and spiders
Squashing them down my back while he sings.


My little sister all pretty and curls
She tells on me all the time;
There's no such thing as a secret with her
There's not a lot I can call mine.

I loved her when she first came along
So tiny and so cute;
Now she's a walking destructive machine
I also wish she was mute.

The noise sometimes is hard to take
That screech and sometimes the smell;
Her nappies are above and beyond
All duty of that I can surely tell.


Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
Daddy Fell into the pond!
Alfred Noyes

Poems for Children

To a Mouse

On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin,tim'rous beastie
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an'chase thee
Wi'murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor eart born companion
An' fellow mortal.

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then?poor beastie, tho maun live!
A daimen - icker in a thrave
'S a sma request:
I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave,
And never miss't it!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's a strewin';
And naething, now, to big a new ane,
O'foggage green!
An bleak December's winds ensuin'
baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste
An' weary winter comin' fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till,crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o'leaves an' stibble
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleepy dribble
An'cranreuch cauld!

But, mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best laid schemes of mice an' men
gang aft a -gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain,
For promised joy.

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But oh! backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
Robert Burns

Poems for Children

Minty is a naughty kit
Tell her 'stand' - she's sure to sit
She laps up milk without a trace
But give her curds, she'll turn her face!

Minty is a naughty kit
Tell her 'come' and she'll just quit
Tell her 'Run!' - she'll sleep all day
Call her - and she'll run away!
Swapna Dutta


Next time you are on a train
Give the Romans a "thank you."
They did not actually invent the train
But there are lots of things they did do!

You have to use a calendar
When you make your booking.
If you do not book a seat
They'll just not let you in.
The Romans gave us our calendar
Which is very handy, coz
Without dates, you wouldn't know
When your birthday was.

If you look out the train window
You might see tall arches over deep valleys;
That's a Roman invented aqueduct,
It's water that it carries.

And if you get travel sickness
When you're on the train
Say thanks to the Romans
For they brought us medicine.

And the train will be safe from robbers
(Coz they're now all running banks).
For our system of law and order
The Romans deserve our thanks.

If you're travelling in the Winter
You'll be cozy on the train,
Because of the central heating
We can thank those Romans again.
If you're travelling in the Summer
Thank the Romans too,
For without the baths they invented
We'd all be stinky poo.

If from the window, you see cars
And trucks with heavy loads,
They'll be travelling fast and straight
Along what once were Roman roads.

And in giving thanks to the Romans
Gratitude is what we say.
Why, even that word is Roman
As are many, we speak today.

Next time you're on a train
Notice how long and skinny they are.
They are not much wider
Than your Daddy's car.
And do you know why trains are skinny?
Why they're not very fat?
Well, we can blame the Romans..yes blame
We can blame them for that.
Trains were made thin
To match the tramways in the street.
They kept them the same width
To keep everything neat.
The tramlines were that size
Because of the covered wagons before.
They already had the manufacturing jigs
And they didn't want to make more.
The wagons were that size
To match the ruts in the roads
Caused by the Romans with their chariots
Carrying heavy loads.
The chariots were that size
Not very wide
To attach the shafts to two horses
Running side by side.
The Romans should have used animals
Like an elephant or hippo or bull.
If they'd had much bigger bottoms
Our trains wouldn't get so full.

So next time your train arrives
And it's already full when it comes
Say loudly "All right... the Romans give us sanitation, roads, aqueducts,blah..blah...
But I wish they'd used animals... ...with much bigger bums.

Base on a poem by Jon Bratton

Poems for Children

I love you Mom and Dad
I don't very often say;
But I do very much
And I think it everyday.


There was a little girl
Who had a little curl;
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good
She was very very good
But when she was bad she was horrid.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Began to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.
"I'll have that mouse," sad the biggest cat;
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.
I told you before 'twas a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
And swept the two kittens right out of the room.
The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with the snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight

Poems for Children

Where Did You Come From, Baby Dear?

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.
George MacDonald


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