category_2_x_poem.id,category_2.id,category_2.ts,category_2.title,category_2.rating,category_2.category_1,category_1.id,category_1.ts,category_1.title,poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.rating,poem.content,poem.brief_introduction,poem.author,poem.published,poem.stories,poem.share,poem.vote
1,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 21:52:50","Thank You",4.35,"Thank you for being the best father that you should Thank you for supporting us when you could Thank you for loving us all time Even when we are not good all the time Every night when I go to bed I say a prayer in my head I thank God for giving me a wonderful family That will never leave me even through tragedy But most of all I thank him for A wonderful father that I have Who did not leave me alone and sad You fill this house with laughter and love There is no one like you Who can cheer me up when I am sad Who can make me laugh So hard I could cry I just want to say that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH","Hi, I am Briana and I am 12 years old. I wrote this poem for my dad on Valentine's Day.",Briana,"June 2008",3,709,164
2,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",2,"2018-02-27 21:52:57","What Love Is",4.26,"True treasure is not found on ships, in chests of silver and gold. True treasure is not ruby rings or jewels from long ago. You don't need a treasure map to find chests beneath the sea. True treasure is simply the love and joy found in you and me!","I am 12 and wrote this for my mother. She is my life.","Alyshia R. Thomas","February 2006",1,163,186
3,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",3,"2018-02-27 21:53:04","Love, Pink",4.16,"My sister, She may be a dork. She may be a nerd. She may not be the thinnest one in the toolbox. So what? You can make fun of her, But guess what? I love her, Just the way she is. And nothing, Nothing can change that. But as for you, Make fun of her, And I'm after you!","I'm Allie Horwitz, 13, 7th grade.","Allison Horwitz","May 2010",0,77,125
4,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",4,"2018-02-27 21:53:09",Seasons,4.14,"Winter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snow, When rain falls down and nothing ever grows. For children, it's the snow that they desire And cups of cocoa in front of the fire. When winter's gone, the grass grows green again. Roses and tulips sprout with bright green stems. The bees are buzzing, the birds are singing. Sheep are grazing and cow bells are ringing. And then the sun starts to shine too brightly. It's so hot that fans are put on nightly, And so then it's off to the beach or pools Where people swim about just to keep cool. All the leaves on the trees turn golden-brown, And when on the ground make a crackly sound. In autumn a lot of money you make From clearing backyards of leaves with a rake. Each season has its own goods and its bads, But since they are all different I am glad!","I'm Michaela George, and I am 12 years old. I enjoy writing songs, stories, and poems. This particular poem is one I am using in an assignment for school. It's about seasons and how everything changes so rapidly.",Michaela,"August 2008",0,293,492
5,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",5,"2018-02-27 21:53:11","I Love My Brother",4.10,"My brother is sweet, My brother is nice, When I am upset, I come for advice. He teaches me new stuff Almost all the time, And I think that Is really, really kind. I love my brother, And he loves me. Now that's the way It's meant to be.","I wrote this about my brother for his 15th birthday.","Imogen Kate Hindson","March 2008",1,170,224
6,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",6,"2018-02-27 21:53:22",Dreams,4.10,"Images of hope, Locked up fear you share, Love and desire, All in your head somewhere. Dreams are wishes That let your imagination grow. They let you travel Anywhere you can go. Dreams show your happiest moments, And what you dread in your heart. They show you love, how to hold it, And tell you where to start. You could feel the beach, The sand at your feet, The heart and soul you'll be able to reach. Words and images swirl in your mind That let you express yourself for all time. And when horrors are received, And I fall on my knees, Everything is softened by the memories, the dreams.","It was a necessity that I wrote this after an idea. I wanted dreams to be expressed at their full possibility, and I still don't do them justice. I have to admit, I'm proud. I'm younger, so this is really exciting for me. Writing is my life.","Darah S","May 6, 2017",0,85,21
7,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",7,"2018-02-27 21:53:28","A Guilty Angel",4.09,"My little sister really winds me up, she made me smash my mums best cup. And every time she kicks my chair, I really wish she wasn't there. My sister drives me up the wall, she recons that she's really cool. And every night when we have our tea, she kicks me hard right in the knee. But when I tell mum my sister will say, ""I DIDN'T DO THAT I WAS TRYING TO PLAY!""","I know that a sister is for life and that you should love them know matter what, and I do, but sometimes they can really get on your nerves. Especially if they are younger than you. I am saying what I think about my little sisters and they are to me.",Jim-Jam-F,"July 2012",1,31,44
8,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",8,"2018-02-27 21:53:33","No Longer A Blister",4.06,"We argue at times but basically I'm like skin and you can be a painful blister but hey what can I say we're two sisters you're like no other person I've met but yet I understand you and you understand me but we're also family we have a special bond this is meant to be short not long as I am ending this you're next to me smiling you're no longer a blister I'm not going to pick at you any more.. I love you sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!","This is dedicated to my little sister that I love with all my heart!!!",Kathy,"October 2009",1,16,71
9,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",9,"2018-02-27 21:53:39",Dreams,4.05,"Dreams are boats that drift you away to the place you desire. Dreams are mugs of hot cocoa with marshmallows melting as your dream does too. Dreams are storms that rumble with anger as you try to push them out of the way. Dreams are rivers that choose a path for you to go, choosing the dreams you dream. Dreams…","I was 8 when I wrote this, and I was always looking for something to help me see the better things. I looked up some stuff on things like WebMD or other websites. I noticed that nightmares had caused some distress, so I woke up and tried hard to finally alter them. It worked. You can try this and remind yourself of this every night before you go to sleep.",Chelsea,"April 29, 2017",0,47,22
10,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",10,"2018-02-27 21:53:46","Spooky Halloween Night",4.04,"It's very spooky on Halloween night, The ghosts and goblins will give you a fright. Watch your back, do not be blind. If you're not careful, who knows what you'll find? You might see things like little black bats, Or you might see things like scary black cats. On every porch there's a pumpkin or two, With their creepy grins smiling at you. It's very spooky on Halloween night.","A poem about Halloween by an 11 year old girl. It's very spooky on Halloween night.","Jacey Vantimmeren","December 2014",0,660,184
895,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",895,"2018-02-27 22:45:56","Christmas Feelings",4.03,"That cheerful feeling In the air With a bit of love All around The food is on the table And the presents under the tree Dinner is ready So come on, let's eat Everyone is at the table Eating their Christmas meals Because it's the most Wonderful time of the year Look out your window Thank God for letting it snow It's the best time of the year To spend it with the family The night has passed And the day has come There are presents to open And more fun to come But it's not about presents It's not about food It's about family time That's Christmas time","It is meant to inspire you. My name is Maria. I am 12 years old and this poem is my first poem, and Christmas inspired me.","Maria Carrion","December 2014",0,125,64
896,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",896,"2018-02-27 22:46:01","I Wish",4.02,"I wished on a star, For a grandma like you. That hugs me and hugs me, Whatever I do. When I am a bad girl, You still love me more. I will be a basketball player, Watch me soar. When I am playing on the court, It feels like you jumped in to my heart. When I am at school I think about you And all the good times I spent with you. When I am running around the track, It feels like someone is pushing at my back, And at the end of my race I wonder Where that came from, Gee, I wonder. Of all the grandmas in the world, I thank God that I had you. Standing over her grave today, I feel her around me on this warm sunny day. I love you a lot I can't say goodbye You just wait, I'll learn how to fly.","A girl writes a tribute to her grandmother who has passed away.","Ashlee L. Harter","February 2006",0,13,41
897,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",897,"2018-02-27 22:46:03","Fun And Happiness",4.00,"Rolling-rolling the spider is rolling, Crawling-crawling the baby is crawling, Rolling-crawling with lots of fun, The naughty boy is eating a bun. Walking-walking the man is walking, Rocking-rocking I am rocking, Walking-rocking our mood is happy, The small baby is wearing a nappy. Chirping-chirping the birds are chirping, Blooming-blooming the flowers are blooming, Chirping-blooming with lots of tricks, The girl is eating chips with crisps.","I am a student of class 6. I am 11 years old. I studied in Giri International School. One day I was just sitting with my friend and she was making me bored, so I decided to write a poem of my own. When I had written it completely, I showed it to all my classmates and one of my teachers, and that teacher and my classmates appreciated me a lot.","Khushboo Chopra","May 2014",0,51,88
898,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",898,"2018-02-27 22:46:07","Let's Preserve Our Nature",3.98,"The sun is shining, The sky is blue, The birds are flying, And the breeze is so cool. Mother Nature is trying her best To give nothing but beautifulness, But what do we do? Make her a mess. Let's make her the best By polluting less and less, And preserve her green dress For our kids and the rest.","I am only a kid. I really like to write poems, and I thought I'd make a nice little poem about nature for our school magazine. It's one of my best poems. Thanks for reading this poem!",Arjun,"November 2015",0,85,114
899,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",899,"2018-02-27 22:46:10","We Are One",3.91,"Floating blue planet someday we will learn to be together when we come above ideas of nation we will move to the rhythm of eternity if we look out To the delicious colors of the earth the water becomes clearer invisible blue the ground cleaner pale and dry the sun brighter the light echoes in every heart Every heart becomes one nation we become one nation despite the differences in the world We are together as one in the nation the trees parks benches and people deep inside the people there is kindness that develops into a nation we will learn to be together as a nation without borders","The poem, written by an 8th grader, is in response to the recent violence in Paris.","Sarah Barsky","November 2015",0,31,33
900,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",900,"2018-02-27 22:46:15","Winter Love/Hate",3.90,"To be honest, I hate the cold; I freeze easily, But I love how the snow tickles my nose. I love how the trees are naked And the sky dresses them in white like a dress. I love how we can build men and dance with them. I honestly hate the cold, But I love the different dancing fairies that dance in the sky. I love how the wind sings at night, hushing all the animals to sleep till spring. I love how the grass changes into new shades of color. I hate the cold because I freeze easily.","Poem about how I hate the cold but I love parts of winter. I'm only 13 and I wrote this. I try to write good poems. My teacher, my mom, and other people told me to enter this.","Cheyenne Marie Gillett","December 2014",0,141,125
901,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",901,"2018-02-27 22:46:19","Yellow Senses",3.85,"Yellow is beautiful And kind. Yellow tastes sour down my throat. It feels like the warmth of the sky. Yellow sounds like kids laughing down the street. It feels like warmth upon my head. Yellow looks like a big circle in the sky. It makes me smile and play. Yellow is my favorite color.","Yellow is my bestie's favorite color. I don't know why she likes yellow. I like purple, and yellow and purple are opposites.","Favor M. Abioye","August 2016",0,36,33
902,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",902,"2018-02-27 22:46:21","My Special Mom",3.81,"sunny and bright black hair like night nice cozy slipper shoes warm voice from an angel scratchy hands, but soft like a cool summer breeze the best mom ever seen. I hear you at night or I think I might but I feel comfort and warmth when I sense you are right by my door every night watching me grow.","I am nine years old and love to write poetry. I wanted to thank my mom for all of her care, support and love she gives me. And, I thought the best way to express my feelings about her love is with a descriptive poem. My mom is very special to me and I want to share that special feeling.","Brittany K. Mendoza-Pena","April 2009",1,21,47
903,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",903,"2018-02-27 22:46:23",America?,3.71,"When I think of America I think of the land of the bold With a disgraceful history Forever foretold From its blue seas To its lush grasses From slave trade To the middle pass Scars on their backs Blood on their hands African people Listening to white commands America Land of the free? America never was And never will be Some people may forget about it A lot of people will not It is the selfish ways of America That every day will be taught","As I was reading the poem Langston Hughes wrote, ""Let America be America again,"" I began to think about slavery and how half of the population of people in America were not free but slaves. Poem is written by a 13 year old.","John Wam","December 2013",0,16,68
904,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",904,"2018-02-27 22:46:28","Dare Devil",3.60,"I was a dare devil, I always raised the level, I got bruises and scars, But that didn't stop me from going bizarre I would jump and skate, But it wasn't my fate, I have to find something else to do, Before I don't have a clue","I made this up just for the fun of it. I was a dare devil when I was younger. I was doing things that were super dangerous and I did get hurt but it was fun. And I liked impressing the guys around my neighborhood.",Sasha,"August 2010",2,243,1660
905,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",905,"2018-02-27 22:46:30","Lord, I Pray Each And Every Day",3.60,"Lord, I pray Each and every day For those who suffer from Grief and pain. Those who don't know you And do wrong things Those who lie, steal, and kill. Lord, I pray each and every day. Lord, I pray Each and every day For the homeless and starving, Those whose parents abuse them And their skin looks like a carving. Lord, I pray Each and every day. Help all these people. Cleanse their hearts and Let them start over with a new start.","There is a lot of hurt in our world.","Tilly Baley","December 18, 2017",0,16,10
906,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",906,"2018-02-27 22:46:31","My List Of Things",3.45,"I always tell my mom this: here is a list of what I need to buy A rocket to go up inside of space, I really, really want that really cool bass, And I also need that flat screen TV, a place to sell the baby, And that cool game where the birds are really angry, I think that game is beast, And last but totally not least, ""What is it, son? My patience has almost gone."" A super giant 100% coupon so I could buy everything.","I always want something.",Wes,"March 2012",0,35,205
907,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",907,"2018-02-27 22:46:36","What's The Difference Between Boys And Girls?",3.39,"Girls? They seem so innocent, so....cute. They love to play little games such as princesses and jump rope, and they never seem to get in trouble. They always do their homework, have little sleepovers, and play hop-scotch at school. Boys? They're a whole different story. Never do their homework, play in dirt and mud, and think girls have some serious disease called ""cooties."" They get in trouble in school daily, for mostly fighting, and not doing homework. Boys and girls just don't belong. more by Haley Harper","This is how my elementary school was like. I'm now going into 9th and my little brother is in 1st grade. He won't play with a girl, and when a teacher moves him next to one he says he MUST move ""because girls got cooties!""","Haley Harper","October 2008",1,65,652
908,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",908,"2018-02-27 22:46:37","The Worst Feet I've Ever Seen",3.21,"feet are creepy feet are freaky feet are smelly and as big as my belly feet are hairy feet are scary feet are green they're the worst things I've ever SEEN!","A funny poem for anybody who has a phobia of feet. A description of my mom's feet! But I still love her! :]","Victoria Robinson","May 2008",0,66,260
909,1,"2018-02-27 21:19:55","Poems by Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",909,"2018-02-27 22:46:39","My Father Is My Life",2.86,"My father is my life. He keeps us away from strife. He is the person who cares for me. He is one who smiles at me. He is the one who loves me a lot. He is a person who used to swing me in a cot. He earns for us. He drops me at the bus. He scolds me sometimes But fulfills my wishes every time. I want him to stay right beside Because he is my life.","I wrote this poem for my father because he is my life.","Pratyush V. Tandon","September 8, 2017",0,14,7
11,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",11,"2018-02-27 21:53:50",Granddaddy,4.35,"Granddaddy, Granddaddy, You are the best. I love you with mind and spirit And all the rest. I heard you had cancer. That's what mom told me. Just trust in the Lord And get your surgery. For Granddaddy, I love you, And you can't be replaced. You're always in my heart, And that can't be erased.","A poem to a grandparent from a grandchild to give him strength in his sickness.","Pondra C. Tuten","February 2006",0,356,208
12,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",12,"2018-02-27 21:53:53","My Annoying Older Sister!",4.29,"A jelly I ate, The one my sister made. Made me want to faint. She keeps stealing my paint And waking me up late. Bossing me around Is what I can't take. I want to slap her, For goodness sake. Spending my money Is not great. Can't she stop For just one day? No! Is what I want to say, But if I do She'll smack me Straight away. I wish I could call her a... Something that shall not be named, But we're still sisters, Even today, Because of our DNA.","This poem is done by a twelve year old which is me. Most of it's true and some are made up.","Thanjena Begum","July 2012",3,775,413
13,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",13,"2018-02-27 21:53:57","Fishing With My Grandpa",4.27,"My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together, But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever. I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue. I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too. The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss. Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.","A girl shares about the special time she spends with her Grandpa.","Dawneisha Washington","February 2006",2,285,183
14,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",14,"2018-02-27 21:54:02",Boys,4.17,"Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts. Little green bugs and bicycle parts. Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt. A boy is a boy for all he is worth. Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots. Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot. Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes, A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two. Little red wagon, scraped up chins, Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans. A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout. Into mischief but truly a scout. Old clubhouses, flying a kite, Up a tree, a fall on the bike. Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts. A boy is a boy when his dukes are up more by Jac Judy A. Campbell","When I wrote this poem I had three daughters, no sons, but I had five grandsons. So true to facts, the words in this poem are some life tales and adventures. Then later, joy, joy, I had a granddaughter, then eventually two more grandsons.","Jac Judy A. Campbell","January 1, 2018",0,45,12
15,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",15,"2018-02-27 21:54:19","My Dad's Addicted To The Ps2",4.15,"pew pew pew goes my dad on the PS2 shooting bad guys on battle field 3 who knew? not me I sit and help him sometimes I mean he never minds he always shouts sometimes swears or doubts he sometimes gets cross and tries to act like he's the boss he might throw a pillow or 2 not at me but maybe you all I wish is for him to come off but instead he says I'm a puff he's always late too bed because this game is stuck in his head when I saw him get the PS2 I didn't know what was coming through from within the cloud of rage he forgot about the 'touch pause engage' one day he'll get square eyes and then start to despise it's good if we just back away and let the wild animal play when I saw him get the PS2 I didn't know what was coming through from within the cloud of rage he forgot about the 'touch pause engage' for wherever there is a beginning there's an end more by Shannon W.","I created this poem while I was watching my dad play on the PS2.","Shannon W.","May 2013",0,60,61
16,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",16,"2018-02-27 21:54:43","My Life",4.10,"This is my life: My parents are split up. I can't believe that they gave up. My life isn't the same. It is different and plain. This is so different than the life we had together. I thought that we would last forever. Instead of feeling crabby, Now I am happy. Now their lives have just begun. I wonder what their lives are going to become. But now I have two families, and that is cool, Compared to a lot of my friends at my school. So I am not the only one who feels this way, So I just wanted to say No matter what, they support me and they love me. I just want them to be very happy. This is my life, and I am very glad. This is the life with my mom and dad.","A poem written by a daughter after her parents' divorce. She mourns the life that she had but is also excited about her new life with two families and her parents' freedom to pursue their dreams.","Kayla K. Eikermann","February 2006",3,97,117
17,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",17,"2018-02-27 21:54:49","My Twin Sister",4.05,"You boss me around and tell me what to do. You say our room is bound and you're nasty when the sky is blue. Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away. You yell and scream even when there's ice cream. You say, ""I'm the older sister,"" but when you say that you stick out like a blister. Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away, but dear twin sister, I have to say you're the most precious sister when the sky is gray.","This is about my twin sister.",Rivki,"July 2010",0,62,112
18,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",18,"2018-02-27 21:54:55","What Are We Going To Do With You?",4.03,"Sometimes you drive us all crazy. Sometimes me more than others. But sometimes you yell and kick at nothing for no reason. Tell me, little sis, what are we going to do with you?! I keep on telling myself, ""I wanted a sister, not an alien!"" Only to have mother tell me you are human. I laugh as you walk in with underwear on your head! Now it's mother's turn to say ""Oh, what are we going to do with you?"" But sometimes, when it's bedtime, you can be the sweetest thing. I find it adorable when you snuggle with your small teddy bear. And I can't help but say, ""Taitum, what are we going to do with you?"" more by Jenna","This is a poem I wrote about my crazy little sister. I hope at least someone can relate to this! My dad said we were going to wrap her up in a box and sell her to buy a beaver. We like beavers...",Jenna,"May 2013",2,113,134
19,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",19,"2018-02-27 21:55:00","Great Grandpa",4.00,"Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four. He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war. When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny, He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny. Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood, Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could. He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work. Most times he's out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk. Together they talk of good old days 'bout things they used to do, And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true. Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade. He said, ""Sonny, I'm very proud to say it was down in second grade."" ""Gramps,"" I said, ""Now that's a fib; you weren't but seven or eight. A boy can't be a carpenter at such an early date."" Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst. ""Why, sure you can; it's easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!"" We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter. I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter. He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady. I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I'm missing him already. more by Alan Balter","Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. I worked at the University of Illinois and Chicago State University where my job was to prepare teachers for children with special needs. Now, in retirement, I write fiction, personal essays, and poetry. I wrote ""Great Grandpa"" to honor the man and to preserve his memory for younger people in the family.","Alan Balter","January 11, 2018",0,18,14
20,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",20,"2018-02-27 21:55:08",Jovani,3.94,"You're my nephew, my only man. I can walk and hold your hand. When I see you, I see a light. when I see you, I hold on tight. I would hold you and hold you all day long. I miss you, so come back and see me long.","This poem is about my nephew, Jovani. Jovani is 19 months and I am 11 years old.","Lexie Webster","February 2011",0,32,48
920,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",920,"2018-02-27 22:46:43","My Annoying Sister",3.89,"I have a little sister. She bothers me a lot. When we get in trouble, She laughs and never gets caught. When I have friends over, She bothers him or her. Then she runs out laughing, Thinking she's an emperor. When I am mad at her, You can hear me scream for a mile. But when she is nice to me, You will see me smile!","Sisters can sure be annoying, but the time they spend together is really special.","Mariah S. Thies","February 2006",0,172,449
921,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",921,"2018-02-27 22:46:45","My Grandpa's 87",3.82,"My grandpa was 86. And when he was 87 He died. He had cancer. I wish I could, But I can't Kill cancer.","An eight-year-old boy writes about the death of his grandpa by cancer, wishing he could kill cancer. My 8 year old son, Jack, wrote the following poem at school about his grandfather.","Jack Vance","February 2006",3,15,250
922,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",922,"2018-02-27 22:46:47","Mom's Special Day",3.82,"Mom today's your special day, And you need to take a rest. I'll do everything for you, To make it the best. Mom you're sweet And you mean the world to me You do every little thing Cheerfully. You're too loving and kind, To do so much work. I'll always help out Instead of being a jerk more by Marena","I wrote this for my mom. I have been a jerk to her and lazy around the house. I LOVE YOU MOM!!!",Marena,"May 2010",0,88,112
923,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",923,"2018-02-27 22:46:49","Breaking Day",3.82,"Today, I broke everything I touched Brother's phone, His toys, My own toothbrush I smashed my sister's favorite cup, Lost her bracelet for good luck I even crushed a chair of timber, Where my father reads and lingers I ruined mother's chicken soup, Too much salt in there I scooped Spattered rice on the kitchen floor, Drew pink heart shapes on the wall, Broke my crayons, Tore all papers, When my Nana napped I woke her. With all the broken scoops and piles, I have shredded everyone's smiles But then before bedtime they hugged me I'm their baby, They still love me!","For all the naughty kids, and all the parents of naughty children, this poem is for you. No matter how mad they drive you, you can't help but love them, can you?","Margaret Benison","October 2014",0,279,228
924,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",924,"2018-02-27 22:46:51","Annoying Sisters, I Still Love Them",3.78,"Sisters are so annoying! Trust me, I have three. They do everything they can to get on my nerves. Things like pull my hair, take my stuff, embarrass me in front of a really cute guy. Then when I tell Mom or Dad, they play it sweet. Well, guess who gets in trouble. Not them, me! Even though they can be a big pain, I still love them, for who they are. Now that will never change.","A poem written by a girl who is constantly being annoyed by her sisters, but she still loves them.","Felisha A. Barkley","February 2006",0,134,158
925,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",925,"2018-02-27 22:46:54",Grandpa,3.78,"He is always there He is always aware He is honest he hasn't lied He has those days when nothing goes his way He always learned the hardest ways He knows what to do when I have no clue He is the one I look up to He is my grandpa, he is always true.","This is a poem I wrote for school about my grandpa.",Liz,"February 2010",1,18,108
926,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",926,"2018-02-27 22:47:00","My Zoo",3.78,"My family is like a zoo. Courtney is a baby monkey; always too hyper to be around. Ashleigh is a little tiger; always nearby, but not seen. Mom is a lioness; in charge when the lion is not home. Dad is a lion; in charge, but does not make the rules. I am the zookeeper; always in everybody's business!","This is a little bit about my crazy life at home with 2 little sisters... Ashleigh and Courtney are my sisters...","Bethany Aucoin","March 2012",0,23,50
927,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",927,"2018-02-27 22:47:03","Sisters And Brothers",3.71,"If I had a brother I'd like him to be Happy, good looking, cheerful, and free If I had a sister I'd like her to say She'd be my best sister day after day If my brother was older I'd like him to be Protective like king Arthur and always mind me If my sister was older I'd like her to be A shoulder to cry on a true friend to me Now if my brother was younger and I was the boss I'd let him keep worms and bright green frogs And as for my sister been younger than me We would dress up with crowns make up and gowns But as I have neither I don't have to bother About having a sister or brother more by Marie Tully","Just something I scribbled down one day. Have sisters and brothers but have yet to find/meet them. Some day.","Marie Tully","May 2011",1,93,176
928,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",928,"2018-02-27 22:47:08","Daddy, Why, Oh Why?",3.66,"On those rainy nights you weren't ever there to tuck me in. I ask myself again and again, did I do something, or was it something dads just do? Well, I'm more grown up now and understand that it's not my fault. But why, oh why? Now I know that it had nothing to do with me. It all had to do with one little piece of paper that said to my dearest daddy goodbye, goodbye. I didn't want him to leave, but a judge said it was time. So the next couple of days I saw him take his stuff, and out of the blue before he went I gave him a very big bear hug and he was gone. I haven't seen or spoken to him in a long, long time. What was the paper about? Maybe a bill or something like that.","A dad leaves his little girl alone to deal with life's challenges. She doesn't know why he left, and at first she thinks perhaps it's her fault.","Brittany R. Williams","February 2006",1,52,80
929,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",929,"2018-02-27 22:47:09","Up Above",3.62,"Up above Sits our nanny In her rocking chair, She's smiling down upon us. It's nice to know she's there Her star is shining brightly. We find it every night, The big one in the middle above our house at night.","Nanny is watching over us","Becki B.","May 2008",0,129,39
930,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",930,"2018-02-27 22:47:14","My Little Sister",3.60,"She's annoying 24/7, but my mom said she fell from heaven. Some times I just want to bag her up and send her away, some place very very far away. But in the quiet I would very much miss her, and demand her back right away!","I made this in class for a poem project for Valentines day and it just came to me. lol","Chelsea Deterding","March 2010",0,26,193
931,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",931,"2018-02-27 22:47:20",Brielle,3.58,"Your warm brown eyes with a gleem full of style. Your cute little ways, it could make anyone smile. My birthday wish to you from me. The world is your school room and you have the key. more by Michelle Ebel","Brielle is my first granddaughter. Her 3rd birthday is coming soon. Grandma is proud of her and loves her.","Michelle Ebel","August 2016",1,9,24
932,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",932,"2018-02-27 22:47:24","My Daddy",3.52,"My dad is sweet every time I see him he gives me a treat. He drives trucks and kills bucks. He taught me how to race with his smiling face. He taught me how to hunt and how to bunt a bat. He brings me up when I'm down, and turns my frowns around.","This poem is for my special father John Daniels. I love him very much.","Ashley Daniels","January 2009",0,21,48
933,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",933,"2018-02-27 22:47:26","Night Before Christmas",3.40,"'Twas the night before Christmas. The smell of pine Filled up the family room While watching the star blink At the tip top of the tree. My dad began to read Just after snuggling My mom and me All together on the couch. No one spoke; The only sound was the fire cracking. While listening, I smelled hot cocoa And our big Christmas tree. The Steelers blanket held me so tight. That is one of my favorite winter nights. As he finished, we all read And to all a good night.","This is a poem about my favorite night before Christmas. It’s the one time of the year where my family and I are all together. It’s one of those moments I won’t forget.","Allie Henderson","December 2016",1,29,15
934,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",934,"2018-02-27 22:47:27","Me And My Family",3.32,"my family is great my family is fun we are there for each other and everybody knows to run when one is hurt I love my family we are fun and free I love my family it's my mum, dad, sisters, and me my family is weird sometimes but in a pretty cool way they are all so talented and admired throughout the seven seas my dad is great he is always there for me he never gives up and pushes and pushes me, my mum is a fighter but has gentle hands she has a keen eye and a mean left hook my sisters are wacky and cracky and everything dopy, but I love them anyway yup that's my family oh boy my family and me more by Helen Grandison","Dedicated to my mum and dad and my sisters. I love you all.","Helen Grandison","October 2009",0,112,168
935,2,"2018-02-27 21:20:04","Family Poems for Kids",4.4,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",935,"2018-02-27 22:47:28",Babies,3.20,"Babies are cute and small Some are dark and some are fair Some are bald and some have hair Yet God made them all Some have blue eyes and some brown Others are fat and some are skinny Some laugh and some frown But God graciously makes plenty They love to go and not stop Some have patience and others blow their top Their smiles light up a room Some like morning and some noon Ah, then they fall asleep Bottles and diapers are set aside Diapers mount up to a heap! When they wake we'll go for a ride!","A funny poem about babies coming in all shapes and sizes.","Tammy K. Jenkins","February 2006",0,17,281
21,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",21,"2018-02-27 21:55:12","The Littlest Christmas Tree",4.37,"The littlest Christmas tree lived in a meadow of green among a family of tall evergreens. He learned how to whisper the evergreen song with the slightest of wind that came gently along. He watched as the birds made a home out of twigs, and couldn't wait till he, too, was big. For all of the trees offered a home, the maple, the pine, and the oak, who's so strong. ""I hate being little,"" the little tree said, ""I can't even turn colors like the maple turns red. I can't help the animals like the mighty old oak. He shelters them all in his wide mighty cloak."" The older tree said, ""Why, little tree, you don't know? The story of a mighty king from the land with no snow?"" Little tree questioned, ""A land with no snow?"" ""Yes!"" said old tree, ""A very old story, from so long ago."" ""A star appeared, giving great light over a manger, on long winter's night. A baby was born, a king of all kings, and with him comes love over all things."" ""He lived in a country all covered in sand, and laid down his life to save all of man."" Little tree thought of the gift given by him, then the big tree said with the happiest grin, ""We're not just trees, but a reminder of that day There's a much bigger part of a role that we play!"" ""For on Christmas eve, my life I'll lay down, in exchange for a happier, loving ground. And as I stand dying, they'll adorn me in trim. This all will be done in memory of him."" ""Among a warm fire, with family and friends, in the sweet songs of Christmas, I'll find my great end. Then ever so gently, He'll come down to see and take me to heaven, Jesus and me."" ""So you see, little tree, we are not like the oak who shelters all things beneath his great cloak. Nor are we like the maple in fall, whose colors leave many standing in awe."" ""The gift that we give is ourselves, limb for limb, the greatest of honor, in memory of him."" The little tree bowed his head down and cried and thought of the king who willingly died. For what kind of gift can anyone give than to lay down your life when you wanted to live? A swelling of pride came over the tree. Can all of this happen Because of just me? Can I really bring honor? By adorning a home? By reminding mankind that he's never alone? With this thought, little tree began singing with glee. Happy and proud to be a true Christmas tree. You can still hear them singing even the smallest in height, singing of Christmas and that one holy night. more by Amy Peterson","Hello everyone. I was raised in Wisconsin among many cold winters and driven to writing by two great, wonderful parents whose imagination left all of their children wide-eyed with excitement during the holidays. I was told by my father that the pines talk when the wind blows....and if you listen...you can hear them. I hope this story will leave your family with an adventure into the woods to hear the pines talking.","Amy Peterson","April 2009",4,1566,938
22,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",22,"2018-02-27 21:55:14","If I Were...",4.31,"If I were a queen, I'd rule a mighty land. If I were a princess, I'd take a prince's hand. If I were a soldier, I'd fight a mighty war. If I were a hero, I'd be the best they ever saw. If I were a dancer, I'd dance with such grace. If I were a runner, I'd win every race! If I were an actress, I'd take part in a play, For I can do anything, No matter what you say.","The poem is about a little girl who is asked what she wants to be when she grows up. She answers with things like, ""I want to be a Princess,"" knowing nobody can stop her from following her dreams.","Eva L. Robinson","November 2016",1,2179,295
23,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",23,"2018-02-27 21:55:22","The Red And White Striped Lighthouse",4.29,"The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. Against the rocks a wave crashes. The lighthouse just stares on. Suddenly some lightning flashes, But he's gonna stare till dawn. The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. He shines his light through the thick fog, As rain darkens the sands. He shines his light through all the smog. On the rocks he proudly stands. The red and white striped lighthouse, Standing by the sea, As quiet as a mouse, Telling boats where it be. The rising sun makes the ocean glisten bright. A couple comes out to see the astonishing sight. There is no need to shine, for it's no longer night, And the lighthouse slowly fades out its light.","My poem's about a determined lighthouse. I wrote this because I used to live by the beautiful ocean.",Ebvor,"April 28, 2017",0,285,58
24,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",24,"2018-02-27 21:55:26","A Daydream",4.15,"A daydream A world of extreme A fantasy place Or even outer space A place for you Where you can pass through When you're feeling blue and alone A place of your own Where anything goes And there's no shadows A place where smiles gleam And everyone is a team This is my daydream My place of joy and hope","A daydream can help people take control of their lives and give them hope.","Lolo T. Frenchie","April 2, 2017",0,258,47
25,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",25,"2018-02-27 21:55:33","It's A Special Day",4.02,"Hurry it's a special day. Giddy up and play all day. Eating ice cream and chocolate cake. It's your birthday, let's celebrate!","This poem was written by an eight year old girl for her friend's birthday card!","Andee Siepman","March 2008",1,269,1315
26,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",26,"2018-02-27 21:55:43","The Dolly",4.02,"The dolly sat upon the shelf in the toy maker's shop all by herself. The dolly only had one eye, so all the children passed her by. They scoffed the dolly; they weren't very kind Then a child came in with a dolly in mind. Her mother led her around the shop. At the shelf with the dolly her mother did stop. The child reached out and felt for the dolly. The toy maker shouted, ""Dear child, I'm so sorry, this dolly is blind; she only has one eye. I've a dolly right here you might like to buy."" ""No, this is the one"" the child said to her mother. ""If I can't have her, I don't want any other."" So off dolly went with the child who was kind, and just like the dolly, this child was blind.","I love writing poetry for children. I love to see their faces light up when I read my poetry to them. The dolly I wrote about had a great response from both young and old. My father read it before anyone and he sat and cried. He thought it was lovely.","Jeanette Cheal","May 7, 2017",0,149,50
27,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",27,"2018-02-27 21:56:01","I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child",4.00,"Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when they're seven years old. Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild-- I'd love to be a Fairy's child. more Robert Graves","Robert Graves was an English poet who lived from 1895-1985. He became known as a war poet, and he published three books of poetry while on active duty during World War I. This poem was published the same year the war ended, and it can be felt that Robert Graves was writing about his desire for children to face an easier life, one that’s not filled with so much pain, suffering, and unmet needs.","Robert Graves",,0,498,437
28,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",28,"2018-02-27 21:56:03","Little Boy",4.00,"Little boy, with your eyes so blue, You see the world so shiny and new. He hugs his mommy, leaves his daddy's knee. Time to explore; so much to see. Little boy, with your eyes so blue, So much courage, your fears are few. Will you climb a mountain or brave the sea? What's your wonder? Which will it be? Little boy, with your eyes so blue, Did your travels bring knowledge to you? Are you weary, do you want to go home? Are you destined to forever roam? Little boy, with your eyes so blue, Imagination so big, your yard is too. Where are you going? Where will you be? Hugging mommy from daddy's knee. more by Annette R. Hershey","A child's imagination is limitless, it will take you anywhere. Maybe a child's imagination becomes the key to success as an adult. Little Boy is dedicated to my son, Ryan.","Annette R. Hershey","September 25, 2017",1,125,40
29,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",29,"2018-02-27 21:56:07","Mrs. Blossom",3.97,"Mrs. Blossom was a witch, we're pretty sure of that, though she didn't have a broomstick, wear a cloak, or pointed hat. She brewed some strange concoctions in her kitchen on her stove. You could smell the deep aroma from her house in Penny Grove. Strange plants grew in her garden. What they were, we never knew, but they seemed to cure most anything, from a little scratch to the flu. We often used to call there, under protest, I might say, to deliver her some groceries. Then we'd try to run away! She'd thank us for our trouble and would offer us some tea, but she scared us when she spoke from where her teeth once used to be! We never saw a book of spells, and she didn't have a cat, but Mrs. Blossom was a witch. We're pretty sure of that!","A group of children, aged about 6 to 9, see an old lady, who lives alone, as a witch, although she is anything but!","Christopher J. Radford","June 12, 2017",0,142,33
30,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",30,"2018-02-27 21:56:11","Good Dreams",3.91,"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."" They dance, they jump, They play the drum, But when someone in a house wakes up - The good dreams end up their fun. They say ""good day!"" and go away. But when we sleep they start again, Tell their stories, and play, and march And sing their song: ""Bala-boo, bala-bash"".","Hi all. I am a children's book illustrator from Russia. I happen to have my first book published in the US. I also write short children's stories and poems, but I don't really show them to people because I don't know if they are any good. The poem ""Good Dreams"" is actually a part of my own picture book about a tiny bear called Snowflake who wants to know where the good dreams live. This picture book is not published. I wrote it mostly for myself just because I like it.","Olga Matushkina","October 2011",2,206,174
946,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",946,"2018-02-27 22:47:32","Santa Claus",3.86,"There's something truly magical that happens once a year, he comes while you are sleeping, him and his reindeer. His name is Santa Clause, perhaps you have heard of him before, he lives with Mrs. Clause, way up at the North Pole. He has a factory, where they make lots of toys, special toys just for you all the little good girls and boys. On Christmas Eve, he loads his sleigh, presents and all. He shouts the name of every reindeer, they answer to his call. They begin to fly up in the sky, their journey takes to flight, and Santa knows he has little time before, nighttime turns light. He comes down the chimney, furnace, or front door, scratches his beard and goes to work putting presents on the floor. He eats the milk and cookies, so quiet and discreet. I never hear or see him, he's gone within a blink. As the morning barely creeps, I run down the stairs, presents are so pretty, packaged with love and care. The note says from Santa, I squeal with delight, Thank you Thank you Santa. I'll see you next Christmas Night. more by Brionna C","I wrote this for my children. Christmas is very special of course to my children. They talk about Santa all day and I love that innocence. I thought it would be cute to write a poem about Santa Claus and bring out that childlike wonder.","Brionna C","December 2013",0,113,74
947,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",947,"2018-02-27 22:47:36","My Shirt",3.83,"I wear it everywhere I go, In the sun or in the snow. It changes colors every day. I wear it to sleep, I wear it when I play. It's never too big, it's never too small. It keeps me from not wearing anything at all. Sometimes it has crazy symbols and letters on it. Sometimes it looks so cool everybody wants it. It changes colors like my mood. It keeps my body from being nude. I wear it in blue, yellow, and green, Sometimes in red when I'm feeling mean. It keeps me cool, it keeps me warm. In the shower is the only time it's not worn. It can be filled with sweat or dirt, But I'll always love my shirt. more by Anxhelo Llangozi","Just a fun poem I felt like making when I was bored.","Anxhelo Llangozi","April 29, 2017",0,155,29
948,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",948,"2018-02-27 22:47:38","Sleepless Night Fast Asleep",3.78,"I slept in my bed fast asleep. I heard nothing, not even a peep. A break of silence had occurred, A hand-like shape had emerged. From the window I heard a tap, tap, tap. I took the covers off of my lap. I went to the window and sighed with relief. It was only a branch with one last leaf.","I wrote this poem when I was 12 for English.","Aimee Roos","August 2009",0,121,153
949,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",949,"2018-02-27 22:47:40","A Cardboard Box",3.72,"A cardboard box laid on its side. Its top was open, its flaps were wide. It called out for adventure, it called out for fun. Oh, won't someone play with this one? Hey Jimmy or Tom, hey Cindy or you. Somebody climb up on top; it's perfect for two. Now grab on tight, with all your might. It's a guiding light, A halo bright. You can even feel the speed of light. Yes, a cardboard box laid on its side. Its top was open. Its flaps were wide, And children giggled when they climbed inside.","I wrote this poem during a time in my life in which I had a daycare in my home. I was moving into a larger home and as I watched the children help me and play inside the boxes, I was reminded of the simple pleasures children enjoy, like being inside a cardboard box.","Nancy Adair","May 6, 2017",0,70,25
950,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",950,"2018-02-27 22:47:43","Christmas Time",3.70,"In the distance, quite afar I see the bright shining star Although it's quite far away It begins the story of this special day Long ago, out of danger Jesus lay in the manger As shepherds watched their sheep at night They suddenly saw the twinkling light Which guided them all the way To see the baby in the hay The kings who also saw the light Came riding through the cold snowy night And even though they were quite old They bought him lots and lots of gold However, all around the earth We all forget the special birth Christmas is now much more fun Now all the traditions have begun Snowball fights with our friends Playing all day till it ends Dancing round the cozy fire Listening to the sweet singing choir There is of course one serious matter Christmas time just makes you fatter Eating lots of food at dinner That won't make you any thinner Putting up the Christmas lights Brightens up the dark cold nights Hanging decorations on the tree Makes people happy and full of glee And then we get to Christmas Eve Where Santa's packed and ready to leave The jolly man all in red Expects you to be asleep in bed With a sprinkle of magic and a wave of goodbye Santa's reindeer fly high in the sky Dashing through the snowy night Santa's now out of sight Now on the roofs Santa's slowing But Rudolph's nose is still glowing Climbing out the loaded sleigh He eats your cookies off a tray As you're asleep he creeps around Trying not to make a sound He leaves the presents piled high Then flies back through the wintry sky I love Christmas It's so much fun It's a happy time for everyone","This was a poem I wrote for my three year old sister for Christmas time.","Nicola Fisher","December 2014",0,74,40
951,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",951,"2018-02-27 22:47:46","A Halloween Poem For Children",3.68,"No one heard the old Gal make a word A sound or noise any Christian ever heard As she walked through the village once every moon To buy some few vittles and leave none too soon. Her purchases gripped in a dark burlap sack Which she'd owned forever and fit 'cross her back. Town folk would glance up from their every town's chore In hope this time they'd see her no more. Now a young girl called Mattie, a postal clerk's lass Sat curly and giddy as the yon harridan passed Unlike her town folk whose fear made them shy She stood next to the mile marker and caught the hag's eye. ""Go home my plum lassie, you've nothing with me,"" Spoke the old woman coarsely as she turned round a tree But Mattie had studied about a reply And was soon to speak it when a trick caught her eye. For the old tree was rotten and hollow inside Mattie thought the old woman crawled in it to hide With her eyes wide as saucers she peeked curiously within Two wrinkled arms grabbed her and she was not seen again.","I am a retired production controller. I have a B.A. in European History earned long ago. I am reading again all the 18th-20th century literature again that I once read so distractedly. I was a photo-journalist when in the US Army and have written one verbose and unpublished novel as well as hundreds of poems.","Kevin Greenwood","October 2009",0,9,22
952,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",952,"2018-02-27 22:47:51","Snowy Sunday",3.62,"The world is spinning round and round while snowflakes are falling, bound for the ground. Children wait for their parents and show they can obey. There's the great HOORAY as they sleigh. They come back inside, their faces so red. Quickly they've spied the hot chocolate ahead.","A poem about children enjoying a snowy day.",Khushi,"December 18, 2017",0,20,8
953,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",953,"2018-02-27 22:47:52","For My Sister On Her Birthday",3.61,"For my sister, on her birthday. You have only been here for four years, Yet you are my best friend, You make me laugh and smile, And for that I am grateful. You are always there for me, Even if you do not understand. For my sister, on her birthday.","I am a teen and this is for my four year old sister.",Vicki,"November 2009",0,16,82
954,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",954,"2018-02-27 22:47:55","Happy Birthday",3.46,"Dance among the ribbons of the birthday balloons. Smile through the lit candles and sing to the classic happy tune. Eat the cake of wishes, frosted with sweet dreams of parties to come. Blindly swing at the flying unicorn, sending treasures across the lawn. Spin among the music and laughter in your perfect party dress that's brand new. And till next year my darling, happy birthday to you.","Enjoy your day for it only comes once a year.","Janel M. Perez","February 2006",0,23,654
955,3,"2018-02-27 21:20:08","Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",955,"2018-02-27 22:47:57",Disneyland,3.34,"Pink: Soft, comforting, Roses, flamingos, tutus, Singing, smiling, Cotton candy. Blue: Quiet, calm, Sky, hydrangeas, ocean, Sleeping, talking, Sleeping Beauty's Castle. Yellow: Bright, exciting, Tulips, sunlight, stars, Running, laughing, Main Street USA. Red: Vibrant, loud, Cherries, roses, strawberries, Dancing, reading, Tomorrowland.","I wrote this poem about Disneyland because it is one of my favorite places.","Emma M. Leamon","August 2016",0,31,30
31,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",31,"2018-02-27 21:56:15",Sick,4.42,"“I cannot go to school today,"" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more--that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I’m sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button’s caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, My ‘pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What’s that? What’s that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G’bye, I’m going out to play!” more Shel Silverstein","When children don’t want to do something, they come up with every excuse they can think of to get out of it. There are many kinds of sicknesses children try to convince their parents they have been afflicted with in order to get out of going to school. The character in this poem seems to have come down with every possible illness, but what happens when she realizes it’s not a school day? Shel Silverstein crafts a poem that will resonate with children and adults alike.","Shel Silverstein",,8,11389,1914
32,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",32,"2018-02-27 21:56:18",Snowball,4.33,"I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed. more Shel Silverstein","Shel Silverstein's (1930-1999) comedic genius is demonstrated in this short, funny poem that is sure to bring a smile to children of all ages and adults as well. Bonus pleasure points: If you're sharing this poem with a child be sure to catch the look on their face as they figure out why snowballs don't make good pets!","Shel Silverstein",,1,2576,237
33,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",33,"2018-02-27 21:56:20","Today The Teacher Farted",4.30,"Today the teacher farted. It was an awful smell. It was just like a rotting egg, Straight from the depths of hell! She tried to keep it secret By sitting in a group. But it was really obvious, When she said, ""Who did that poop?"" She screwed her bright, red face up And blamed it all on Claire. But later when I needed help, The stench was round her chair! She avoided my eye contact And ticked my work in green. But she knew that her body smells Were foul and quite obscene. I asked her what that smell was. She said she'd not a clue. I hope to God that eggy smell Was fart and not a poo! Today the teacher farted. My word, what had she ate? I'll always remember what she did, And now I'm thirty eight!","People think teachers are not human, so I thought I would show that they are, being a teacher myself now. They don't sleep in cupboards. They have homes and families and bodily functions! Kids will appreciate the humour!","Emma Briody","May 2014",9,2175,3772
34,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",34,"2018-02-27 21:56:27","Hug O' War",4.25,"I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins more Shel Silverstein",,"Shel Silverstein",,0,238,20
35,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",35,"2018-02-27 21:56:33","My Big Fat Cat",4.21,"I own a big fat cat- The fattest for miles around. Wherever there's lots of food, that's where he'll be found. He's really good at eating. It's a talent, I suppose. I'm sure if he keeps at it He'd win the talent shows. I own a big fat cat- He weighs at least a ton He couldn't run to save his life. Yes, he isn't much fun. His favourite room's the kitchen, (I'm sure we all know why). He eats just about everything, So that's why with a sigh... I'd like to tell you, Teacher, I'd like to tell you straight, I might have ""accidentally"" dropped My homework in his plate. more by Christian M. Mitewu","I am new to poetry (having only started last year), but I believe some of my work is quite good quality. Anyway, you be the judge.","Christian M. Mitewu","May 24, 2017",0,2781,360
36,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",36,"2018-02-27 21:56:38","When The World Turned Upside Down",4.20,"The day when the world turned upside down: when a frown became a smile and a smile became a frown. When the mice chased the cats the cats chased the dogs. The dogs laughed out loud at the pink and yellow frogs. When you went to bed in the daytime and got up at night. When birds caught the school bus and the cows took flight. When the moon came out in the middle of the day and all of the ocean's fish rolled around in the hay. When the children ruled the world and ice cream was for free and the elephants shrank to the size of a flea. When the grass rained lollipops up to the sky. When you wanted to laugh but could only cry. When magic beans were real and giants very small, you would eat spiders legs so you could creep up the wall. This all happened when the world turned upside down after I went to bed with a smile - not a frown.","I started writing humorous ditties for family and friends many years ago, but since having grandchildren, my desire changed to write humorous rhymes for them. As I write each one, another pops into my head (I currently have 2 on the go at the moment). I now have a small collection of poems.","Margaret A. Savage","February 2017",2,3543,788
37,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",37,"2018-02-27 21:56:43","Englksh Is A Pane",4.15,"Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write Hour teacher says, ""Heed my advice, ewe must study and sacrifice"" Butt if mouses are mice and louses are lice, how come blouses aren't blice The confusion really abounds when adding esses two nouns Gooses are geese, butt mooses aren't meese; somebody scent in the clowns Two ultimatums are ultimata, and a couple of datum are data Sew wouldn't ewe expect it wood bee correct fore a bunch of plums to be plata? And if more than won octopus are octopi, and the plural of ox is oxen Shouldn't a couple of busses bee bussi and a pare of foxes bee foxen? Let's talk about spelling a wile, specifically letters witch are silent Words like ""psychologist"" and ""wreck"" shirley make awl of us violent And another example quite plane witch is really hard two explain If it's eye before e except after sea, then what about feign and reign? The final exam will determine how eye due, weather eye pass ore fail I halve prepared as much as eye can down two the last detail I'm ready two give it my vary best inn just a little wile And then isle take a relaxing wrest on a tropical aisle more by Alan Balter","Hello, I am a retired university professor who had a fulfilling career, spanning 32 years at Chicago State University. Now, in retirement, I fill my time writing fiction, personal essays, and poetry. This keeps my brain cells firing and preserves the sanity of my dear wife. We live in Northbrook, Illinois, and enjoy six children, fourteen grandchildren, and extensive travel.","Alan Balter","October 4, 2017",1,516,74
38,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",38,"2018-02-27 21:56:49","Dirty Face",4.13,"Where did you get such a dirty face, My darling dirty-faced child? I got it from crawling along in the dirt And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt. I got it from chewing the roots of a rose And digging for clams in the yard with my nose. I got it from peeking into a dark cave And painting myself like a Navajo brave. I got it from playing with coal in the bin And signing my name in cement with my chin. I got if from rolling around on the rug And giving the horrible dog a big hug. I got it from finding a lost silver mine And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine. I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears And from having more fun than you've had in years. more Shel Silverstein","Shel Silverstein, who died in 1999, was a singer, song writer, poet and author of many children's books. ""Dirty Face"" is a fun poem to read for both children and adults. Silverstein reminisces fondly about the carefree childhood existence.","Shel Silverstein",,1,2377,811
39,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",39,"2018-02-27 21:56:51","Being Brave At Night",4.13,"The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three, An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. His trunk was wavin' in the air an' spoutin' jets of steam An' he was out to eat me up, but still I didn't scream Or let him see that I was scared - a better thought I had, I just escaped from where I was and crawled in bed with dad. One time there was a giant who was horrible to see, He had three heads and twenty arms, an' he came after me And red hot fire came from his mouths and every hand was red And he declared he'd grind my bones and make them into bread. But I was just too smart for him, I fooled him might bad, Before his hands could collar me I crawled in bed with dad. I ain't scared of nothin that comes pesterin' me at night. Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an' white. An' I just raced 'em round the room an' let 'em think maybe I'd have to stop an' rest awhile, when they could capture me. Then when they leapt onto my bed, Oh Gee! But they were mad To find that I had slipped away an' crawled in bed with dad. No giants, ghosts or elephants have dared to come in there 'Coz if they did he'd beat 'em up and chase 'em to their lair. They just hang 'round the children's rooms an' snap an' snarl an' bite An' laugh if they can make 'em yell for help with all their might. But I don't ever yell out loud. I'm not that sort of lad, I slip from out the covers and I crawl in bed with dad. more Edgar Guest","During the day children are busy and don't have time to waste worrying about silly monsters, but children lying in bed at night waiting to fall asleep have lots of time to worry about invading giants, ghosts or elephants. To a child's mind, sticking close to an all powerful parent is actually a really sensible survival strategy. Being Brave At Night is published in the book Rhymes Of Childhood (1924), a collection of poems by Edgar A. Guest about home, childhood and family.","Edgar Guest",,0,381,39
40,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",40,"2018-02-27 21:56:54","Halfway Down",4.11,"Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn't any Other stair Quite like It. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair Where I always Stop. Halfway up the stairs Isn't up And it isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head. It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead! more A. A. Milne","“Halfway Down” is a poem written from a child’s perspective about the special spot in the middle of the staircase. What makes it special is it’s not at the top or bottom, it’s not upstairs or downstairs. It’s in a place all its own. Children have a wonderfully unique way of looking at the world.","A. A. Milne",,1,2360,680
966,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",966,"2018-02-27 22:48:00","My Next Door Neighbor Is A Witch",4.07,"My next door neighbor is a witch, And she lives way down in a ditch. Her clothing is a little strange, Because she never wants to change. She has a black robe and a black hat, Green skin and a smelly black cat. A big fat wart grows on her nose, And seventeen pimples on her toes. But...her food is EVEN worse, Because she eats it course by course. Her first course is seven dead bats, Laid on top of seven rats. Then she has twenty flies With lots and lots of llama eyes. Her main course is a horrible soup, Because it's made with doggie poop. But worst of all is her dessert. It's little children rolled in dirt. Last night she had a witch's feast And turned into a greedy beast. I think she cooked my best friend Tilly And ate her with some peas and broccoli.","Poem about a witch... for children everywhere. My daughter, Samiya, is eight years old, and she has had a talent for rhyming and writing since she was little. She wrote this poem for our family and delighted us with its wit and humor. Samiya loves playing outdoors, reading, singing, and of course, writing. She hopes to be an author and an archaeologist when she is older.","Samiya Vallee","September 2014",1,2601,1608
967,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",967,"2018-02-27 22:48:06","Who Nose?",4.03,"Some are as long as hoses You buy at a garden store. Mine can be used to smell roses From a couple of miles or more. In case you haven't guessed it, It's noses I'm talking about here, And although I've never expressed it As for mine, it's unique, I fear. On a night that's humid and warm You'd be impressed I'd bet. Stand under my nose in a thunderstorm. Chances are you won't get wet. Yesterday I had someone to meet. The cab drive was the worst. The driver dropped me at Eighth Street. But my nose went on 'til First. Then a jet plane we boarded Me and my nose, it was neat. I really couldn't afford it 'Cause we needed an extra seat. For handkerchiefs, it's really rough. It's hard to know what to do. A small white cloth isn't enough, So I use a bedsheet or two. Perhaps I shouldn't be complaining. Who knows where things went wrong? Certainly I should be abstaining From sticking it where it doesn't belong more by Alan Balter","Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. To keep my neurons firing during retirement, I have taken to writing fiction, personal essays, and poetry. Most of my poetic efforts are for my grandchildren; I have 14 and they really like my work.","Alan Balter","October 4, 2017",0,129,33
968,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",968,"2018-02-27 22:48:08","A Day Out To Remember",4.00,"Today we're going to the zoo. I'm psyched, I'm zinged, I'm Scooby Doo. My shoes are on, my scarf, my hat. I'm bouncing like an acrobat. Come on Mum, come on Dad. We'll get there late if traffic's bad. We're on the road; it won't be long. Mum says an hour; she must be wrong. Right now to queue, which one? I'll pick it. I'm desperate now to get that ticket. Through the turnstile, up the slope, And face to face with antelope! The keeper leads along the path, Which draws my gaze to a huge giraffe! Whilst licking food from round its face It locks its neck with a suitcase. No wait, no case; why, that's a trunk, But elephant poo's not what I stunk. It comes from there - the mud and bog. I spot the snout of one warthog With bristly ears and curly tail Snuffling food from a big green pail Mum declares, ""It's monkey time! Let's snap them whilst they swing and climb."" Two small ones crouch besides the bars, Bananas clutched like fat cigars. Mum reads the guide and then she squeals. ""Let's buy some fish to feed the seals. 12 o'clock is feeding time. Then they perform in pantomime."" I thought the zoo filled kids with glee, But mum it seems is worse than me. Dad likes the zoo but isn't fond Of bags and coats so plods along. He likes the noise and even stench But longs to find a comfy bench. His luck is in; we find a seat To root through what we've brought to eat. Foil wrapped rolls and cans of pop, Some chocolate from the local shop. ""Stop for breath; you're going to choke!"" ""Come on Dad, there's lions to stroke."" ""Love, listen close, and please stay calm. If you stroke them they'll take your arm!"" ""Okay Dad, if that's the case, Instead I'll kiss a gator's face."" Mum takes the lead of all of us. She wants to see the rhinoceros. She lures me with a red balloon Reminding me of one baboon That pressed the glassed and firstly posed And then turned round, his butt exposed. But then it comes as no surprise They don't make trousers in his size. It's 5 o'clock and time for home. I'm sad but tired so will not moan. There are no gorillas back at mine, But Gran smells close, so I'll be fine. more by Samantha G. Faulkner","A child's experience of visiting the zoo with parents and being excited about the numerous things to see and do.","Samantha G. Faulkner","December 11, 2017",0,161,36
969,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",969,"2018-02-27 22:48:12","Who Am I?",3.96,"Who am I? I am a surprise I don't have eyes I'm wrapped in plastic I am fantastic I could be red But I'm not dead I could be blue Bluer than you I could be pink But I don't think Make up your mind I'm not hard to find You could me in a Milk Bar Or eat me in the car I do not walk I do not talk But most of all I don't taste like pork I am not shy I do not cry I will never let out a wimpy sigh I find myself covered in spit Then fall into a bottomless pit Serena Williams likes my taste But doesn't like tomato paste Do not be scared of me All I want to be is free I am very nice I don't taste like rice You can't cut me into a slice I'm filled with sugar But don't think I'm a booger Do not fear I don't taste like beer But when I'm around everyone will cheer People will stop When they see me in the shop You'll buy me five times over Like I'm a four leaf clover People say I rock But I don't smell like a sock You might say I'm food But I'm never in a bad mood I might ask Sam Who I am He might say ""What?"" And tell me who I'm not.","A fun who am I poem. Guess what it's about! :)",Chazz,"October 2011",8,577,1303
970,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",970,"2018-02-27 22:48:15","Yucky Chucky Tucker",3.89,"Yucky Chucky Tucker was smelly as can be, he never took a bath and hardly ever brushed his teeth. Everywhere he went he left an odor in the air, and Yucky Chucky Tucker never combed his hair. His hands were always dirty cause he played with stinky worms, he never cared if he got sick, he wasn't afraid of germs. He didn't have a lot of friends except for one or two, till Yucky Chucky Tucker met little Linda Sue. Linda was quite pretty, an awesome sight to admire and Yucky Chucky Tucker would give anything to sit by her. But he'd have to make some changes and what I mean by that, Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to take a bath. He'd have to wash his hands and scrub his dirty face, and to clean his stained up yellow teeth would take a tube of paste. He'd have to wash his hair at least a dozen times, to remove the terrible build up of sticky greasy grime. Then Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to change his clothes, sprinkle on cologne and find a bright red rose. And maybe if he's lucky little Linda Sue, might take another look at him and think he's really cute. Funny how a pretty girl can change the way you think, cause even Yucky Chucky Tucker washed away his stink, All to catch the eye of little Linda Sue, besides, her daddy owned a toy store, now what's a boy to do? more by Kathy J Parenteau","I wrote this poem when my children were young. I think everyone young and old alike can relate to a Yucky Chucky Tucker. I remember going to school with a young man just like that. Things sure change as we get older lol. Hope you enjoy","Kathy J Parenteau","August 2012",0,504,509
971,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",971,"2018-02-27 22:48:19","Little Boy Blue",3.89,"Please cover your nose. You sneezed on Miss Muffet and ruined her clothes. You sprayed Mother Hubbard and now she is sick. You put out the fire on Jack's candle stick. Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty fell down. You drenched Yankee Doodle when he came to town. The blind mice are angry! The sheep are upset! From now on, use a tissue so no one gets wet!","I thought of this poem because I was reading stories to my little brother, and I remember from the past how my teacher read to me. When I was reading to my little brother, I felt like a kid again sitting right there listening to the teachers.","Emmanuel Perez","May 2014",0,761,653
972,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",972,"2018-02-27 22:48:22","A Noble Quest",3.86,"You go to your back garden, as you want something to do, And a world of wild adventure is staring back at you. It's not a place that mum and dad know sits behind your home, But you see things they can't see if you're prepared to comb. Beneath the big hydrangea bush are mysteries to spy, Where ogres live and will appear, but slowly 'cause they're shy. To travel to this mystic land or venture even farther, You need to cross the vast green lawn that is now made of lava. But if you hop from stone to stone and say the magic words, You've learned by cracking clues and rhymes left for you by the birds, You'll get across securely, and even in one piece, But if you mix your words, jump fast so you'll avoid the beast That lurks amongst the flowerbeds and sneaks from pot to pot, But don't step on the lawn 'cause as you know, it's boiling hot. So now you've reached the brambles, all twisted thorns and vines That come to life and grab your legs, so watch out for the signs, As they know when no one's watching you to see you disappear And take you to a place that even ghosts and dragons fear, But you are not a dragon, and you're certainly not a ghost. You're brave, you're strong, you're fearless and more intelligent that most. You've got your wits about you, and more important than that, You've brought you brand new spud gun and your lucky cowboy hat. So now onto the castle where the captured princess waits, Guarded by the boglins made of stone beside the gates. You first must climb the rope ladder and hope it doesn't break, Or worse, as you recall, it once transformed into a snake. You peek in through the doorway, being quiet as a mouse. You see a stunning castle, not a dusty old treehouse. A 'pop' 'pop' of your gun and the guards run off in fear. The worst thing for a goblin is potato in their ear. And now to save the princess, that was once your sister's doll, But since you flushed that down the toilet, it's now Bert, her purple troll. But Bert is still a princess and needs saving all the same, And protected past the duck pond full of crocodiles to tame. You can tell that they are peckish and bribe them with a snack, Which wins their trust and earns you both a ride upon their back , Which really comes in handy as the pond also contains Snapping pink piranhas keen to gobble up your brains. But fish with teeth don't scare you as you jump down from the pond. You're as brave as Indiana and as daring as James Bond. With Bert inside your backpack, you head back to the lawn, With you trainers thick with mud and your trousers slightly torn. But if you're required to save the world, mum should count herself as lucky That the only cost to her sometimes is clothes that come back mucky. As you stride across the patio, your mission now complete You're through the door, your head held high, but still must wipe your feet 'Cause while giants do not scare you, even roaring, ""Fee Fi Fum,"" Nothing's quite as frightening as a telling off from mum. more by Samantha G. Faulkner","This poem reminds the reader of the difference between the straight forward interpretation of a back yard an adult sees and the boundless imagination of a young child. The child sees what he wants and creates excitement and adventure in a place viewed as normal, safe and lifeless by those of a certain age who no longer have the time to explore or the unfiltered perspective to conjure up a world they desire.","Samantha G. Faulkner","September 2014",0,48,183
973,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",973,"2018-02-27 22:48:28","The Boy Who Didn't Like Ice Cream",3.86,"A boy who didn't like ice cream? That almost seems like a crime! This is the story of Logan And about trying foods more than one time. Logan did not enjoy ice cream. He thought it was too cold. Too cold on his tongue, too cold on his teeth, Too cold right down to his toes. No one could believe it. “Just try one bite!” they’d say. He'd shake his head. “No, thank you,” he’d say. “Maybe some other day.” At parties, the zoo, at the beach, Ice cream was everywhere, But as everyone enjoyed the nice cold treat. Logan preferred gummy bears. One time Logan did try ice cream. Took a big bite, his eyes squeezed. As the ice cream melted in his mouth He got a huge brain freeze! “Never again!” Logan said! “Eating ice cream is no fun! I cannot freeze my brain again; I've got only this one!” No one was as upset As one man, that is for sure. It was Logan’s Pop Pop, The great ice cream connoisseur. “Please, Logan!” Pop begged. “Please try it one more time! Just try a small bite,” Pop said. “Your brain will be just fine.” Logan gulped, his eye squinted tight. Pop Pop was NEVER wrong. Maybe just one more try won’t really hurt. He decided to be strong. “Little bites are the trick,” Pop Pop winked and said. “That way the cold goes to your tummy Instead of to your head.” So Logan scooped a tiny bite of Homemade vanilla cream. He squeezed his eyes, stuck out his tongue And then let out a scream! “I LIKE IT!” Logan yelled, And Pop Pop laughed. “I knew you would, my boy!” They laughed and both enjoyed tummies full of ice cream joy. So what did you learn from Logan? Remember this little rhyme! Trying new things doesn't hurt! And try them more than one time!","Due to a previous bad experience, Logan doesn't like ice cream. Logan's Pop Pop, an ice cream connoisseur, encourages him to give ice cream another try.","Rebecca Syx","October 2015",2,715,404
974,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",974,"2018-02-27 22:48:32","A Tragic Bean Story",3.79,"You told me not to fart mom, so I didn't eat the beans. You told me it would smell mom, So I knew it would be mean Everyone ate the brown beans mom, But I ate mashed potatoes instead. A person who ate the brown beans farted mom and it smelt really bad. People pointed fingers at me mom, and my face turned really red. I told them it wasn't me mom but they didn't believe what I said. My friends don't like me anymore mom. They say I'm a liar. As for the brown beans mom I will never be a buyer!","I wrote this poem as a joke when I was in high school.. I was cleaning out a drawer and I found it...",Amy,"February 2011",1,212,221
975,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",975,"2018-02-27 22:48:36",Halloween,3.71,"Halloween is very fun, full of kids with different tongues. We scream, we shout, then we run all about. We trick-or-treat, we walk on the street. Watching witches mixing lotions, Making weird smelly potions. Saying ""Bubble, brew, boil, simmer You'll soon be my dinner."" Dracula spreads his wings, And flashes his teeth as bling. His mother calls ""Come back here son!"" While he ducks the sun. Ghosts love to mourn and dread, Even though they're already dead. They always drift, And ask if you want a lift. Athletes are so strong, Their arms & legs are very long. They drink their tea without honey, And enjoy spending all their money. Halloween is very fun, full of kids with different tongues. We scream, we shout, then we run all about. We trick-or-treat, we walk on the street. Then we go to sleep, Maybe even counting sheep. more by Marlena","I wrote this for my sister because she loves Halloween.",Marlena,"March 2008",0,198,481
976,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",976,"2018-02-27 22:48:41","Fishy Fishy",3.71,"Fishy, fishy, munch, munch, munch. Eats his food with a big crunch! Fishy, fishy swimming by He just looked! Maybe saying, ""Hi."" Fishy, fishy swimming around, The mayor of his own little town. Fishy, fishy, yummy, yummy Now...he is in my tummy.","To my Betta, Willard the 3rd.","Charles Murdock","July 2008",0,392,486
977,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",977,"2018-02-27 22:48:44","Little Princess",3.67,"There was a little princess, Who lived in a kingdom. She had so many maids, That she had no freedom. She took them shopping, Right next to a town, And traded them, For a new princess gown. more by Farah Umairah","I am Farah Umairah and I live in Singapore. I am 10 years old. I love to play with cats.","Farah Umairah","October 2009",1,173,403
978,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",978,"2018-02-27 22:48:48","I Simply Can't Rhyme!",3.66,"I can't write a poem; I simply can't! I can't sing, rhyme, nor chant, All my words are fumbled. Last time I read something I mumbled. I can't write a poem, I simply can't! Every time I try I begin to rant, I will refuse and whine, You see, I simply can't rhyme! My poems are downright bad! You see, my dear lad, A slug can rhyme better than me! Read my poem and you will snicker with glee. You'll laugh and point and say, You're no poet, no way! Then you'll agree, For my poems, I'll earn a negative degree, They're awful, terrible, hideous and lousy! Shocking, dreadful, and frowzy! Merely reading them will make you faint and drowsy. You'll say, go away! I'd rather eat a mouthful of hay! You were right, you can't write a poem, you simply can't! I'll reply, I told you I can't sing, rhyme, nor chant. A beast of a poem I created; look at what I did! Me, a poet? What a fib!","I loved writing poems ever since I was little. I'm not that good at doing so, but it's still fun. I thought it would be fun and funny if I wrote a poem about how I can't rhyme!",Amaab,"August 31, 2017",0,123,29
979,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",979,"2018-02-27 22:48:49","Santa's Stuck In Traffic",3.58,"Santa's stuck in traffic, He'll be late this year. But that's not so horrific, He's still got his reindeer. Still put out your biscuits, You might have to wait 'til May, But Santa's definitely coming, Hip, hip, hip hooray!","Fun poem about Santa being late because of traffic.","Clara Gray","December 2014",0,174,142
980,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",980,"2018-02-27 22:48:51","Pay Attention To Me",3.55,"Buzz, buzz in your ear, a bumble bee follows you everywhere. I am that bee, can't you see, I'll sting you if you don't watch me closely. Not to hurt you, Just to let you know I was there. Buzz, buzz let me see you notice me. I only do the things I do for attention from you. I love you, I hope you still love me too.","I bother you to see if you still love me.","Tiffany N. Hensley","November 2007",0,232,710
981,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",981,"2018-02-27 22:48:58","The Pickle",3.46,"There once was a pickle in a jar His dreams were very far. He got promoted to a can And then to a pan And on the plate he ran.","A pickle has an unexpected life when he gets promoted at work but later is about to be eaten. He runs for his life and never wants to experience that moment in his life again.","Kyle Wong","May 2011",1,92,161
982,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",982,"2018-02-27 22:49:00","My Good Buddy Amanda",3.32,"My bud is Amanda We all call her panda Together Forever She is like my sister But we don't have the same misters Together Forever We are by God and not by birth So we live not far from earth Together Forever We are with each all the time She and I are not like sour a lime Together Forever She is help when I need I'm hers when she has no lead Together Forever Her and I Our friendship never dies Together Forever Together strong Forever young more by Jessica Franson","This is about our friendship Amanda and I.","Jessica Franson","March 2009",0,48,111
983,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",983,"2018-02-27 22:49:06","Ode To Socks",3.24,"You saved me from some Bad Blistering Blisters. You let me know when you need a bath. I wear you to church because you're very ""holy."" You help me slide on the kitchen floor as I go Whoosh! When I see my toe, you say it's time to throw. I like that you come in a lot of weird, wild colors. You are tall and short, large and small. My shoe has always been attracted to you because it keeps you super snug, But when it comes to P.E., that's when you're not too fond of me. I'd like to put you in a wool knit Ugg so my toes will be extra warm. You're always under a twined twisted tongue, But when I pull you out of my sweaty shoe you scream ""Pew!"" You make sure my piggy wiggies are warm. When I'm bored, you are my puppet, And once you're done you become my spunky monkey sock monkey.","This is a very funny poem about socks. I hope you enjoy.","Gemma Whannell","May 2014",0,108,82
984,4,"2018-02-27 21:20:18","Funny Poems for Kids",4.3,"Children Poems",1,"2018-02-27 20:54:45","Children Poems",984,"2018-02-27 22:49:11","My Father Cares Not For Flip-Flops",3.10,"My father cares not for flip-flops, He says, without protection, my feet Will fall prey to the elements of daily life. And while I hold him in the highest regard, Flip-flops remain my faithful sole. I believe my father worries my feet, So exposed, will become ugly, as are his. The ugliness is enough to put me in tennies forever, Save that I know he has never donned the accursed flip-flop, And still his feet look so. So instead, I risk the ugliness and apologize. While my father is among the wisest of men, He knows not of comfort, nor heat, nor style, And so, on this issue, we bump heads.","A daughter clashes with her father on the important issues of her life. She would like to wear flip flops while he would like to keep her feet protected in tennis shoes.","Angela M. Sheffield","February 2006",1,133,362