Children's Poetry On Social Media
Published: October 19, 2021
Children's poetry is a fun and engaging way to teach children about language. It can be used to make children laugh or inspire them to chase their dreams. Some poems are silly, while others are motivational and teach essential life lessons. You don't have to be a child to enjoy children's poetry.
Many poets share their work on their social media accounts. We have collected some of our favorite children's poems from Instagram and Twitter with the poets' permission.
43 Children's Poems On Twitter And Instagram
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1. Homework Stew
I cooked my math book in a broth
and stirred it to a steaming froth.
I threw in papers—pencils, too—
to make a pot of homework stew.
I turned the flame up nice and hot
and tossed my binder in the pot.
I sprinkled in my book report
with colored markers by the quart.
Despite its putrid, noxious gas,
I proudly took my stew to class.
And though the smell was so grotesque,
I set it on my teacher’s desk.
My teacher said, “You’re quite a chef.
But, still, you’re going to get an F.
I didn’t ask for ‘homework stew,’
I said, ‘Tomorrow, homework’s due.'”
“Homework Stew” copyright © 2005 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in When the Teacher Isn’t Looking. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.comFeatured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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2. I Can't Wait For Summer
I can’t wait for summer, when school days are done,
to spend the days playing outside in the sun.
I won’t have to study. No homework, no tests.
Just afternoons spent on adventures and quests.
Instead of mathematics and writing reports,
I’ll go to the park and play summertime sports.
Instead of assignments, report cards, and grades,
I’ll get to play baseball and watch the parades.
I’ll swing on the playground. I’ll swim in the pool
instead of just practicing lessons in school.
The second the school year is finally done
I’ll spend every minute with friends having fun.
I hardly can wait for the end of the year.
I’m counting the days until summer is here.
It’s hard to be patient. It’s hard to be cool.
It’s hard to believe it’s the first day of school.
“I Can’t Wait for Summer” copyright © 2005 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in When the Teacher Isn’t Looking. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.comFeatured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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3. Let Me Out Of The Class
(sing to the tune of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game")
Let me out of the classroom.
Let me out of the school.
I’m not so good at geography.
I would rather be watching T.V.
It’s still twenty minutes till recess.
Lunch is hours away.
Won’t you please, please, please get me out
of the class today?
Someone’s here with a note now.
Teacher’s calling my name.
He says my mother is right outside.
I should go and she’ll give me a ride
to my yearly dentist appointment.
I forgot it’s today!
Teacher please, please, please help me out.
Won’t you let me stay?
“Let Me Out of the Classroom” copyright © 2007 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in Revenge of the Lunch Ladies. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.comFeatured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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4. Springy Sidewalk
The people outside on the sidewalk
can’t seem to remain on the ground.
They’re jumping and hopping and springing,
and generally bouncing around.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
It’s such an unusual scene,
as if they have springs in their sneakers,
or bounce on a big trampoline.
I think I know what may have happened
that caused this chaotic event:
Last week they replaced our old sidewalk
with one made of rubber cement!
“Springy Sidewalk” copyright © 2021 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in The Aliens Have Landed at Our School. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.comFeatured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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5. My Spaceship
I've a picture of Pluto,
My white spacesuit,
My robot Charlie,
My red moon-boots,
All hidden tight,
In my secret lair,
My spaceship under the stairs.
Not even Mum,
Nor my sister Sal,
Not even Dad,
Nor my brother Cal,
Can come with me,
To my secret lair,
My spaceship under the stairs.
I can jet to the moon,
Or fly to Mars,
Take my shuttle,
Or my solar car,
Shout, 'We have lift-off!'
On a faraway star,
In my spaceship under the stairs.
I can catch a comet,
Or a meteorite,
Zoom round and round,
A satellite,
Do what I want,
Whenever I like,
In my spaceship under the stairs.
It's my special place,
When I creep inside,
To play or think,
To dream or hide,
Or just to be there,
With my old cloth bear,
In my spaceship under the stairs.
First published in "Space Poems" chosen by Gaby Morgan, Macmillan.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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6. Teacher's Torture
Add two times twenty-two,
To twelve and twenty more,
Take forty-five from fifty-five,
Add four by forty-four.
Add six and six to sixteen,
To eighteen by eleven,
To nine and nine and ninety-nine,
Add nine from ninety-seven.
Add thirty-three and thirteen,
Take seven from twenty-four,
Add seventy-seven to sixty-six,
And total up your score.
You can count them on your fingers,
You can count them on your toes,
You can count them out with counters,
You can count them out in rows.
And when you’ve got the answer,
When you’re sure, and only then –
You can add another hundred
And count them all again!
First published in "The Works 2" selected by Brian Moses and Pie Corbett, Macmillan (2002).Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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7. Word Works
I am in speak but not in tell,
I am in whisper but not in yell,
I am in peel but not in bell,
And you’ll find me in spin as well as spell.
I am in loyal but not in true,
I am in gold but not in blue,
I am in hold but not in glue,
I am in know but not in knew.
I am in haste but not in soon,
I am in space but not in room,
I am in shine but not in moon,
I am in flower but not in bloom.
My last is in mighty but not yet great,
You’ll find me in Molly but not in Kate,
I’m never in yak and never in you,
But always in rhyme and poem too.
A version of this was first published in "The Universal Vacuum Cleaner and Other Riddle Poems" compiled by John Foster, Illustrated by Tony Ross, Oxford University Press (2005)Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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8. Catnaps
When my cat sleeps, he snoozes
Inside the laundry basket,
Or on top of a tree,
Crammed inside a shelf,
Where no-one can see.
In empty shopping bags,
And cartons made of cardboard,
On piles of books and newspapers,
And suitcases that are stored.
Curled up under furniture,
In places we’d never think to look.
Or nestled behind a flower pot,
In a hard to find nook.
Since my cat sleeps for at least sixteen hours each day
He must be bored of sleeping in the same old way!Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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9. Travel For Fun
I want to travel around the world for fun,
And see different lands, one by one.
But I would not like to travel by aeroplane, train, or by car -
I would like to have a magic carpet that will take me afar.
I will keep the carpet under my bed, rolled upright,
So it will be easy to reach, when I want to take flight.
I won’t need to get a passport, or buy a ticket when I want to fly,
I’ll just sit on my magic carpet, and wave everyone good-bye!
I’ll cross rivers and valleys, and the snowy Himalayas so tall,
And fly to faraway China to see the Great Wall.
Then I’ll float to Egypt, and visit the great Nile,
And see the pyramids, and the Sphinx’s mysterious smile.
I’ll travel to the African jungles where wild animals roam,
And visit European cities like London, Paris, and Rome
But on my magic carpet, before I eagerly set out,
There’s something that I’m a little worried about.
I keep thinking of it, again and again –
What will happen if my magic carpet gets caught in the rain?
I’m sure that soaking wet carpets can’t fly far away -
So, to travel for fun, I must find another way!
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10. One Kind Word
One kind word can change a thought,
It can change an opinion,
Change a mind.
One kind word can offer hope,
It can give happiness,
Change an experience.
One kind word can bring growth,
It can give someone strength,
Change a day.
One kind word can make a difference,
It can show someone cares,
Change a life.
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11. Friday Feeling
At school you must be good
And never get there late,
But when it comes to Friday
The children think it’s great
Because it’s time for the weekend,
It’s time to have a rest,
It’s time to stay in bed ‘til late
And walk round in your vest.
The teachers all work hard
To try to educate,
But when it comes to Friday
The teachers think it’s great
Because it’s time for the weekend,
It’s time to have a rest,
It’s time to stay in bed ‘til late
And walk round in your vest.
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12. Ache
When teams are picked, for playground games,
I never seem to hear my name.
I stand and watch the choices made
And, one by one, my hopes all fade.
I look around, and force a smile,
Lean on the chain-link fence awhile.
I say, as they all race away,
I didn’t really want to play,
But, deep inside the pit of me,
I ache an ache no one can see.
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13. The Wind
The Wind is such a strange and amazing being –
It has no legs, yet it travels far and wide.
It soars up to the clouds, climbs mountain peaks,
Swirls across sandy deserts and sweeps over the sea side.
The Wind has no tongue, yet we can hear its voice,
When it whispers, whistles, hums, and sighs.
And when it rains, and a storm comes along,
We can hear the Wind as it howls and cries.
The Wind has no muscles, yet it lifts and carries away rooftops,
And easily uproots tall, strong trees.
It snatches umbrellas right out of our hands,
And pulls down houses and buildings with ease.
Though we can’t see the wind, we can feel its presence,
Sometimes it’s ever so cold, and sometimes it feels warm.
And though the Wind sometimes gets cross, I know that it likes to play -
When I bring out my kite, the happy Wind never does me any harm!
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14. Sunrise
There’s sunrise in the garden,
There’s sunrise in the hall,
There’s sunrise in the kitchen
Chasing shadows from the wall,
And light is snagging darkness
On specks of shiny dew,
That soak our shoes and socks
With a special kind of new.
There’s sunrise in my cereal
And sunrise on my toast,
Of all the parts of every day,
It’s sunrise I like most.
Featured Shared StoryLove this poem and children will too, it's delightful poetry that one can sing along to.
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15. Glad That I'm Me!
If I was a flag
I’d be flapping and raising
If I was a star
Up high I’d be blazing!
If I was a saint
I’d be singing and praying
If I was some hips
You just know I’d be swaying!
If I was a bird
I’d be nesting and crowing
If I was a cup
I’d be just overflowing!
If I was a mouth
I’d be laughing and joking
If I was a fire
I’d be roaring and smoking!
If I was the sky
You just know I’d be lightning
If I was a ghost
I’d be spooky and frightening!
But just look at me now
As plain as can be
I’m glad that I’m normal
I’m glad that I’m me!Featured Shared StoryYou can go anywhere you want to. The biggest ride of your life begins in the light of our mind and soul. There is no fear, my dear, in a world of happiness. Any dream can come true. Fly with...
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16. Halloween Is Coming
Creeping, crawling creatures scurry in the night,
Rats and bats and spiders, nibble, out of sight,
Don’t look too carefully,
You’ll get a nasty fright!
Monsters in the bathroom, witches in the hall,
Hairy beasts and demons climbing every wall,
You won’t want to catch them,
When they start to fall!
Vampires’ stealthy footsteps cross the wooden floor,
Werewolves howling fearfully, beyond your kitchen door,
Don’t look outside now,
You won’t want to find out more!
Zombies with their wild eyes and their soulless grins,
Skeletons with their bony cheeks and their missing skins,
Listen for their rattling sounds,
But do not let them in!
Halloween is coming, what a scary night,
Ghosties, ghouls and goblins dancing in the light,
Here they are all coming now, feel the spooky beat,
If you listen, hear ‘em shout:
“TRICK OR TREAT!”Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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17. Didn't Or Did
When I’m caught out and angry, and tears start to flow,
I pack up my rucksack and quickly I go
To the huge, towering oak tree, in the field by the woods,
Where nobody says that I shouldn’t or should.
I unpack my bag, spread my blanket and sit;
Feel the tree’s cooling shadow, and hide under it.
I watch the birds fly through the branches that span
The space where no voice says I can’t or I can.
My back rests against the deep patterns of bark,
And soon the sun makes an exchange with the dark,
Then I leave with clear thoughts that I gained as I hid
With a tree that’s not bothered if I didn’t or did.
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18. Wise Words
A book is not a window
nor is it a magical key
a book’s not a path
through a mountain
or a forest of enchanted trees
A book is not a doorway
nor is it a phase of the moon
it’s not made by
an ancient magician
or the shake of a shaman’s rune
A book is not a monster
nor can it be your friend
it’s no place to keep
hopes or secrets
for you may not find them again
A book is not a phantom
nor a thing only you can see
it’s not a spell
to make laughter
you can’t enter and leave your grief
A book is not a journey
nor is it a prayer or a wish
the old man said
to the wide-eyed child
who just smiled and said ‘Oh but it is...’
Featured Shared StoryThe child knows best... A book's a story waiting to be read Taking one to where their feet never tread Be it fact or fiction whatever's told It's a mystery about to unfold.
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19. Fossils
O, its bones may be colossal,
But the trouble with a fossil
Is that it doesn’t give a clue
As to the creature’s actual hue.
Those Pterodactyl things that flew,
Were they red or green or blue?
And that Brontosaurus fellow,
Did he come in mauve and yellow?
As for those Stegosaurus types,
Maybe they had snazzy stripes?
And was Tyrannosaurus Rex
Perhaps adorned with spots or checks?
And was old Archaeopteryx
Just one colour, or a mix?
And Woolly Mammoth, what d’you think,
Purple, puce or shocking pink?
Featured Shared StoryI just love the poem. I had been feeling a bit low, and then I read your poem and the world felt like a brighter place. Thank you.
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20. Popular
I’d like to be popular, just for a term,
To stand with the in-crowd, be given a turn,
To be called smart and help others to learn,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
I’d like to be popular, just for a week,
To be given a part in a play where I speak,
To be treated as normal, and not as a freak,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
I’d like to be popular, just for a day,
To have people choose me, invite me to play;
I’d like to have friends who hear what I say,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
I’d like to be popular, just for an hour,
Come out of this corner where I sit and cower,
To share, for a moment, the balance of power,
But I can’t see it happening to me.
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