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| 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 |
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