21. Yellow Senses
Yellow is beautiful
And kind.
Yellow tastes sour down my throat.
It feels like the warmth of the sky.
Yellow is beautiful
And kind.
Yellow tastes sour down my throat.
It feels like the warmth of the sky.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye there is much to do,
But the reindeer up north have caught the flu!
The presents are wrapped, the sleigh is all set,
This has so much imagination! Really cute.
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What if there were purple spots on a pig?
What if there were no burrows to dig?
What if the colours weren't invented?
All is well as it was established from the beginning and created by God. It's a good harmony in the world now. The poem is excellent and funny as well.
I'm glad I'm not a real boy
With proper feet like you.
Imagine if I had to put
A foot in every shoe.
Children's world is innocent, pure and beautiful. It is full of imagination. The adults who can identify with children and look at the world through their eyes make the world beautiful and...
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These words I say without a stutter:
I hate the taste of peanut butter!
In Reese's chocolate it may stay
But keep the butter far away.
My 11-year-old son recited this poem at his classical school, The Classical Academy, this past month. He has peanut allergies, so it was fitting that he chose your poem to recite. He recited...
Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.
I was honored to know this author's father when he was first born and celebrated many Christmases with him and his Mom and Dad. This poem made me remember the wonderful Christmases we had. I...
I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.
It changes colors every day.
Spring is here.
It's time to cheer
And observe God's tender grace
With flowers blooming to and fro
Great to read such a positive poem in the current dark times of Coronavirus. Thank goodness for the optimism of youth. Goof job Maddy.
My mom said, "Eat all your soup,
every piece of chicken and every noodle."
But there's a cow in my soup.
Mrs. Blossom was a witch,
we're pretty sure of that,
though she didn't have a broomstick,
wear a cloak, or pointed hat.
The world is spinning
round and round
while snowflakes are falling,
bound for the ground.
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your treats.
My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
Dino, Dino, who will it be?
T-Rex, T-Rex, your roar ferocious and loud,
Standing on its hind legs, tall and proud.
This is very interesting because together with the types of dinosaurs their specific characteristics are mentioned. It might give children both joy and knowledge.
The children on the block
Are playing with chalk.
Bubbles are flying around,
Popping when they hit the ground.
This is the best poem because I have summer stuff planned for me and my friends and it make me excited. Thank you for the poem.
If I was a flag
I’d be flapping and raising
If I was a star
Up high I’d be blazing!
You can go anywhere you want to. The biggest ride of your life begins in the light of our mind and soul. There is no fear, my dear, in a world of happiness. Any dream can come true. Fly with...
Famous Poem
My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.

An elephant came for a sleepover
And jumped into my bed
I never saw him coming ‘til
He landed on my head
When my cat sleeps, he snoozes
Inside the laundry basket,
Or on top of a tree,
Crammed inside a shelf,
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O bird that darts now low, now high,
You know the streets across the sky;
You know where leafy lanes lie deep
And quiet nooks to go to sleep;

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