Poems for Kids

Poems for Kids

Rhyming Children's Poems

Children might not be interested in the mechanics and techniques involved in poetry writing. However, there is an effective way to get them interested in poetry. The key is to read them plenty of poetry written with children in mind. Many children's poems feature things that interest children, things they can relate to, like missing the school bus or cafeteria lunches. Funny poems are the best for getting kids motivated to write their own material. If a poem about underwear or bugs makes them laugh, they are likely to develop a love for poetry even at an early age.

64 All Types of Poems for Kids

  1. 1. My Dad Would Like To Be Santa

    I hope this short rhyming poem helps add to the excitement of Christmas for young children.

    His belly's getting bigger,
    And his hair is turning white.
    His eyes shine and sparkle
    Like the stars on Christmas night.

    He couldn't fit down chimneys
    When he can just fit through a door.
    One mince pie would never do
    He'd only ask for more.

    He likes a nip of brandy;
    It sets his cheeks aglow.
    When he forgets the words to carols,
    He just shouts Ho, Ho, Ho.

    He hasn't got a reindeer
    That runs silently through space,
    But his car is Eco Friendly
    And could beat Rudolph in a race.

    He can't afford a new red suit
    With boots and matching belt,
    But his smile is warmer than the sun
    That can make the snow tops melt.

    My dad would like to be Santa
    And fill the world with glee,
    So until they advertise the job,
    He'll give all his love to me.

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  3. 2. A Child's Goodnight

    I'm retired and live in southern Pennsylvania, USA, midway between the Amish farms of Lancaster County and the Gettysburg battlefield. When I was teaching in middle school, I noticed that most poems in the textbooks were free verse. As a boy I had enjoyed the cadenced rhymes of Poe, Kipling, Whittier, etc., so I began to write rhymed, metered poems for my students. This is one of them. Its stanzas have an 8-6-8-6 syllable pattern and iambic meter.

    Lying In Bed Waiting To Fall Asleep

    At night the sun lies down for sleep
    And crickets sing a tune.
    The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
    Beneath the watching moon.

    The masked raccoons and possums prowl
    Through meadows moist with dew.
    The fireflies flash, coyotes howl,
    And owls keep asking, "Who?"

    At night our school is still and dark
    And evening stars arrive.
    And marble statues in the park
    Appear to come alive.

    Our nation's flag's been taken down
    And city streets are bare.
    Awakened bats soar over town
    As nightmares children scare.

    At night I hear my father snore
    And baby brother cry
    As shadows slide across the floor
    And trucks go rumbling by.

    I hear a siren's urgent squeal
    While I lie safe in bed.
    My hamster racing on its wheel
    And raindrops overhead.

    At night I hear the floorboards creak
    And neighbor's car meow.
    I feel my pillow press my cheek
    And night air cool my brow.

    I think about the recent past
    And plan the coming day
    Until I fall asleep at last
    And dream the night away.

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    The poem clearly depicts a child's thoughts at night. Regular rhythm and rhyme reflect the rhythm of sounds of nature as well as the other rhythmical sounds coming from the surrounding.

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  5. 3. Teddy Bear

    "Teddy Bear" was first published in When We Were Very Young, a book of poetry by A. A. Milne.
    The teddy bear in this poem would later become the famous Winnie-the-Pooh from A. A. Milne's famous book series.

    A bear, however hard he tries,
    Grows tubby without exercise.
    Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
    Which is not to be wondered at;
    He gets what exercise he can
    By falling off the ottoman,
    But generally seems to lack
    The energy to clamber back.

    Now tubbiness is just the thing
    Which gets a fellow wondering;
    And Teddy worried lots about
    The fact that he was rather stout.
    He thought: "If only I were thin!
    But how does anyone begin?"
    He thought: "It really isn't fair
    To grudge me exercise and air."

    For many weeks he pressed in vain
    His nose against the window-pane,
    And envied those who walked about
    Reducing their unwanted stout.
    None of the people he could see
    "Is quite" (he said) "as fat as me!"
    Then with a still more moving sigh,
    "I mean" (he said) "as fat as I!"

    Now Teddy, as was only right,
    Slept in the ottoman at night,
    And with him crowded in as well
    More animals than I can tell;
    Not only these, but books and things,
    Such as a kind relation brings -
    Old tales of "Once upon a time",
    And history retold in rhyme.

    One night it happened that he took
    A peep at an old picture-book,
    Wherein he came across by chance
    The picture of a King of France
    (A stoutish man) and, down below,
    These words: "King Louis So and So,
    Nicknamed 'The Handsome!' " There he sat,
    And (think of it) the man was fat!

    Our bear rejoiced like anything
    To read about this famous King,
    Nicknamed the "Handsome." Not a doubt
    The man was definitely stout.
    Why then, a bear (for all his tub)
    Might yet be named "The Handsome Cub!"

    "Might yet be named." Or did he mean
    That years ago he "might have been"?
    For now he felt a slight misgiving:
    "Is Louis So and So still living?
    Fashions in beauty have a way
    Of altering from day to day.
    Is 'Handsome Louis' with us yet?
    Unfortunately I forget."

    Next morning (nose to window-pane)
    The doubt occurred to him again.
    One question hammered in his head:
    "Is he alive or is he dead?"
    Thus, nose to pane, he pondered; but
    The lattice window, loosely shut,
    Swung open. With one startled "Oh!"
    Our Teddy disappeared below.

    There happened to be passing by
    A plump man with a twinkling eye,
    Who, seeing Teddy in the street,
    Raised him politely on his feet,
    And murmured kindly in his ear
    Soft words of comfort and of cheer:
    "Well, well!" "Allow me!" "Not at all."
    "Tut-tut!" A very nasty fall."

    Our Teddy answered not a word;
    It's doubtful if he even heard.
    Our bear could only look and look:
    The stout man in the picture-book!
    That "handsome" King - could this be he,
    This man of adiposity?
    "Impossible," he thought. "But still,
    No harm in asking. Yes, I will!"

    "Are you," he said, "by any chance
    His Majesty the King of France?"
    The other answered, "I am that,"
    Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat;
    Then said, "Excuse me," with an air
    "But is it Mr. Edward Bear?"
    And Teddy, bending very low,
    Replied politely, "Even so!"

    They stood beneath the window there,
    The King and Mr. Edward Bear,
    And, handsome, if a trifle fat,
    Talked carelessly of this and that ...
    Then said His Majesty, "Well, well,
    I must get on," and rang the bell.
    "Your bear, I think," he smiled. "Good-day!"
    And turned, and went upon his way.

    A bear, however hard he tries,
    Grows tubby without exercise.
    Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
    Which is not to be wondered at.
    But do you think it worries him
    To know that he is far from slim?
    No, just the other way about -
    He's proud of being short and stout.

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  6. 4. Sometimes I Dream That I Can Fly

    I wrote about a child who dreams of flying but in the end finds out it's not all they thought it would be.

    A Child's Wish To Fly

    Sometimes I dream that I can fly.
    I lift and flap my arms just so,
    And soon I'm soaring to the sky.
    Graceful like a bird I go.

    I find a fluffy cotton cloud
    And catch myself a comfy ride.
    I cannot hear a single sound,
    As slowly through the air I glide.

    My silky cloud floats with the breeze,
    Through the bluest sky.
    Just like a sailboat on the sea,
    With seagulls swooping by.

    I look upon the streets below
    And spy my friends at play.
    I dive and dip and twirl around,
    As they watch in awe and wave.

    I feel so giddy, light and free,
    The sun so warm and bright.
    I think that I shall fly all day,
    And catch a star at night.

    But then the wind begins to blow,
    And the clouds turn angry gray.
    They growl and rumble as they go,
    And chase the birds away.

    And though it's fun to touch the sky,
    I start to feel alone.
    I don't feel welcome anymore,
    I think perhaps I should go home.

    So I lift my arms and tuck my head,
    And drift back to the ground.
    And when my feet are back on earth,
    The rain comes pouring down.

    Indeed I had the grandest time,
    Up in the boundless sky.
    But it's really much too lonely there
    To live in all the time.

    And though my friends looked up to me
    And my heroic flying feats,
    It seemed they liked me just as much
    When I stood on my two feet.

    So I'll do my flying in my dreams,
    Where it's all just make believe.
    And in real life, I'll stay right here,
    Where I'm loved just being me.

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    Thanks, Pat, for your poem. I love the feeling of movement your words create - they really transported me. And I also appreciate your honesty in dealing with the subject of finding and having...

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  7. 5. Now We Are Six

    A.A. Milne was an English author who lived from 1882-1956. He is best known for his stories about Winnie the Pooh, which were inspired by his son, Christopher Robin Milne's, stuffed animals. In this poem, a young child recounts the previous five years and how life was just beginning. But six, oh, six is the best year.

    When I was One,
    I had just begun.
    When I was Two,
    I was nearly new.
    When I was Three
    I was hardly me.
    When I was Four,
    I was not much more.
    When I was Five,
    I was just alive.
    But now I am Six,
    I'm as clever as clever,
    So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

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    I was entered into a competition where I had to say a short poem so picked this and kept reading it until I knew it by heart. The day came, I recited it without stumbling, when I had finished...

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  8. 6. The Land Of Nod

    This poem captures the uniqueness of dreaming. At night, we are given a chance to escape from our reality and be present in an entirely different world. Even though it feels real, it cannot be fully explained or located outside of sleep.

    From breakfast on through all the day
    At home among my friends I stay,
    But every night I go abroad
    Afar into the land of Nod.
    All by myself I have to go,
    With none to tell me what to do–
    All alone beside the streams
    And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
    The strangest things are these for me,
    Both things to eat and things to see,
    And many frightening sights abroad
    Till morning in the land of Nod.
    Try as I like to find the way,
    I never can get back by day,
    Nor can remember plain and clear
    The curious music that I hear.

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    It's a simple yet great poem. We cannot ignore the importance of sleeping and dreaming. Dream big and try hard to achieve it.

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  9. 7. Vespers

    "Vespers" was the first poem published by Alan Alexander Milne. Christopher Robin Milne, A.A. Milne’s son, was the inspiration for this poem, and it showcases him saying his prayers before going to bed.

    Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
    Droops on the little hands little gold head.
    Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

    God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
    Wasn't it fun in the bath to-night?
    The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.
    Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.

    If I open my fingers a little bit more,
    I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.
    It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.
    Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

    Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
    And pull the hood right over my head,
    And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
    And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

    Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
    And what was the other I had to say?
    I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?
    Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

    Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
    Droops on the little hands little gold head.
    Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

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    I am a 68-year-old great grandmother. As I was reciting this favorite bedtime poem to my 14th grandchild, Jeremiah, I thought to google it for fun. My mom used to recite this and several...

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  10. 8. From A Railway Carriage

    Published in the 1885 A Child’s Garden of Verses, this poem mimics the steady movement of a train through the use of rhythm and rhymes. It engages the senses through sights and sounds and will entice children with its excitement and energy.

    Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
    Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
    And charging along like troops in a battle
    All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
    All of the sights of the hill and the plain
    Fly as thick as driving rain;
    And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
    Painted stations whistle by.
    Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
    All by himself and gathering brambles;
    Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
    And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
    Here is a cart runaway in the road
    Lumping along with man and load;
    And here is a mill, and there is a river:
    Each a glimpse and gone forever!

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  11. 9. Waiting At The Window

    “Waiting at the Window” is about a child looking outside on a rainy day. He could be wishing to be outside playing, but then he notices the raindrops falling down the window. As he continues to watch, he sees the rain drops falling, and he pretends the raindrops are in a race to see which one will get to the bottom of the window first.

    These are my two drops of rain
    Waiting on the window-pane.

    I am waiting here to see
    Which the winning one will be.

    Both of them have different names.
    One is John and one is James.

    All the best and all the worst
    Comes from which of them is first.

    James has just begun to ooze.
    He's the one I want to lose.

    John is waiting to begin.
    He's the one I want to win.

    James is going slowly on.
    Something sort of sticks to John.

    John is moving off at last.
    James is going pretty fast.

    John is rushing down the pane.
    James is going slow again.

    James has met a sort of smear.
    John is getting very near.

    Is he going fast enough?
    (James has found a piece of fluff.)

    John has quickly hurried by.
    (James was talking to a fly.)

    John is there, and John has won!
    Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

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  12. 10. Snowy Sunday

    • By Khushi
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2017

    A poem about children enjoying a snowy day.

    Kids Having Fun In The Snow

    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.

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  13. 11. Wynken, Blynken, And Nod

    “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod” is a whimsical poem that’s a perfect bedtime story about the adventures of three little fishermen. It’s a delightful poem to be read aloud to children as they close their eyes and nod their heads. Eugene Field (1850-1895) wrote poetry for children, often with an element of fantasy. Each stanza in this poem is made up of 12 lines, with the last three lines repeating in each stanza.

    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
    Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
    Sailed on a river of crystal light
    Into a sea of dew.
    "Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
    The old moon asked the three.
    "We have come to fish for the herring-fish
    That live in this beautiful sea;
    Nets of silver and gold have we,"
    Said Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

    The old moon laughed and sang a song,
    As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
    And the wind that sped them all night long
    Ruffled the waves of dew;
    The little stars were the herring-fish
    That lived in the beautiful sea.
    "Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
    Never afraid are we!"
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
    Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

    All night long their nets they threw
    To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
    Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
    Bringing the fishermen home:
    'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
    As if it could not be;
    And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
    Of sailing that beautiful sea;
    But I shall name you the fishermen three:
    Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

    Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
    And Nod is a little head,
    And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
    Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
    So shut your eyes while Mother sings
    Of wonderful sights that be,
    And you shall see the beautiful things
    As you rock in the misty sea
    Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
    Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

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  14. 12. The Shut-Eye Train

    This famous whimsical poem by Eugene Field (1850-1895) is the perfect children’s poem to read at bedtime. The descriptive language of this fantastical train ride transports readers from reality to a land of imagination as they drift off to sleep.

    Come, my little one, with me!
    There are wondrous sights to see
    As the evening shadows fall;
    In your pretty cap and gown,
    Don't detain
    The Shut-Eye train -
    "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
    "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,
    And we hear the warning call:
    "All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!"

    Over hill and over plain
    Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!
    Through the blue where bloom the stars
    And the Mother Moon looks down
    We'll away
    To land of Fay -
    Oh, the sights that we shall see there!
    Come, my little one, with me there -
    'T is a goodly train of cars -
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

    Swifter than a wild bird's flight,
    Through the realms of fleecy light
    We shall speed and speed away!
    Let the Night in envy frown -
    What care we
    How wroth she be!
    To the Balow-land above us,
    To the Balow-folk who love us,
    Let us hasten while we may -
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

    Shut-Eye Town is passing fair -
    Golden dreams await us there;
    We shall dream those dreams, my dear,
    Till the Mother Moon goes down -
    See unfold
    Delights untold!
    And in those mysterious places
    We shall see beloved faces
    And beloved voices hear
    In the grace of Shut-Eye Town.

    Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,
    Weary are your little feet -
    Nestle closer up to me
    In your pretty cap and gown;
    Don't detain
    The Shut-Eye train!
    "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
    "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth
    Oh, the sights that we shall see!
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

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    Hadn't come across this one before. Not quite as good as "Wynken, Blynken and Nod," but excellent for the period and a precursor to more recent sleepy time travel poems and songs.

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  15. 13. 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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  16. 14. My Heart Says Goodnight

    • By Sarah Jane E. Conklin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2020

    "My Heart Says Goodnight" is a bedtime poem for getting to sleep. Going to bed and getting to sleep can cause stress and anxiety in many of us, young and old. When I was a child, I remember my anxieties when trying to get to sleep, knowing I would have to wake up early for school the next day. Am I the only one still awake in the world? "My Heart Says Goodnight" is a meditation for relaxation for children of all ages.

    Relaxation When Going To Sleep

    As I lay in bed
    While I go to sleep,
    My thoughts start to swirl 'round my head.
    To quiet my mind, I try to unwind,
    Take comfort in my little bed.

    Goodnight to my eyes,
    I flutter them closed.
    The wonders that they help me see,
    The sun and the stars, I think I've seen Mars,
    The dance of the wild honey bee.

    Goodnight to my ears,
    I tune out the sounds.
    The wonders that they help me hear,
    Like haunting loon calls and thunderous falls,
    The crunch from a family of deer.

    Goodnight to my nose,
    I breathe in the air.
    The wondrous scents I can smell,
    Baked bread, and earth's dirt, my dad's favourite shirt,
    Inside of a seaside seashell.

    Goodnight to my mouth,
    My lips barely touch.
    The wonderful things it can do,
    Like taste juicy fruit and play on my flute,
    And utter the words, "I love you."

    Goodnight to my arms,
    They lay by my side.
    The wonders that they help me hold,
    My books and my cat, who wouldn't love that,
    My mom when I'm shivering cold.

    Goodnight to my hands,
    My palms face the sky.
    The wonders that they help me feel,
    There's velvet and lace, my grandmothers face,
    My orange's rough and smooth peel.

    Goodnight to my legs,
    I try to keep still.
    The wondrous places we've walked,
    On pathways and shores and all the outdoors,
    Where mountains and canyons have talked.

    Goodnight to my feet,
    My toes tingle too.
    The wonderful balance they bring.
    They help me climb rocks, I wear fancy socks,
    I twirl on my toes when I sing.

    Goodnight to my heart,
    It rises and falls.
    My wondrous life hears its call.
    It gives and receives, it heals and believes,
    There's plenty of
    Room,
    Hope,
    Love,
    For us all.

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  17. 15. Mystic Magination Night!

    Loving the Fun of this mystical, magical holiday, just a time of fun and imagination for all ages, and the best part are all the sweet treats that come along with it, Happy Halloween to all, enjoy it with fun in your heart no matter your age!

    Trick Or Treaters On Halloween

    On one mystic, magic night,
    Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,
    kids with bags of candy sweet,
    roam door to door and street to street,
    all dressed up for trick or treat!

    Wizards with wands, pirates with hooks,
    monsters and clowns with spooky looks,

    kings and queens with capes and crowns,
    a princess in her royal gown,

    witches with warts and fairies with wings
    movies stars with sparkling rings,

    vampires with fangs that bite,
    ghost that boo all dressed in white.

    Imaginations taken flight,
    on that one mystic, magic night.

    Oh, the fun of Halloween,
    be young or old or in between!

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  18. 16. There Is A Monster Under My Bed

    • By Ila A. Longley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2020

    This was just a random idea--something I thought my grandchildren might enjoy, as we all have let our imagination run wild when faced with something unknown. More often than not, there is a simple explanation for it. Children have wonderful imaginations, and imagining a monster under their bed can be very scary for them. This poem is about how one little boy is able to deal with his.

    There is a monster under my bed
    With big red eyes in his bumpy head.

    Long yellow teeth and a big hooked nose,
    Great furry feet with pudgy little toes.

    Covered with whiskers all over his chin,
    He's the ugliest of beasts that's ever been.

    He snorts and snivels and grunts and groans.
    If he caught me, he'd crunch my bones.

    What is that sound coming from under my bed?
    Or is it just something that I hear in my head?

    If he's trying to scare me with his creepy voice,
    I'll get up and scare him...if I had the choice.

    But I'm so little and he is not;
    Just think what he'd do if I were caught.

    Well...maybe I'll just take a peek and see
    If that's him under there waiting for me.

    Oh goodness gracious, what's that poking out?
    If it moves at all, I'm going to shout.

    But here comes Mom to tuck me in.
    She'll be able to get rid of him.

    Reaching down without a care,
    Quick as a wink, she pulls out...MY STUFFED BEAR.

    That's my stuffed bear, he's my best friend.
    I've been looking all over for him.

    She knows that I need him when the lights go out,
    To keep watch for monsters that come creeping about.

    Then pulling my blanket up under my chin,
    She gives me my bear and tucks us in.

    I hold him close just under my arm
    To keep that old monster from doing me harm.

    As she gives me a smile, I know I'll be fine,
    But it's time for sleep, since it's well past nine.

    Then kissing my cheek, she hugs me tight.
    No monsters will get me...well, at least not tonight.

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    Brilliant! Everyone needs a mum and a kiss and their bear. I used to have a little dolly that scared away the monsters. Love your work. Excellent stuff.

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  19. 17. Glad That I'm Me!

    • By Ian Bland
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 18, 2021

    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!

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  20. 18. 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?

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  21. 19. Do You Know Where Fairies Live?

    I've always identified with the enchanted world of fairies, Mother Earth's keepers of the plant kingdom. When I'm very quiet and listen well, I can discover them about their work, and my poems are my narrative.

    A Child Yearns To See A Fairy

    Do you know where fairies live?
    To see just one, I'd gladly give
    The moon and stars and galaxies
    That sail above the summer breeze.
    Kindly sir, pray do tell,
    Do you know where fairies dwell?

    Little friend, you look too far.
    Can't you see they're where you are?
    Tending flowers like busy bees,
    Standing smaller than your knees?
    You must see them just like I
    When you bid your doubts goodbye.

    Gentle sir, when I was small,
    I climbed above your garden wall;
    And there to my surprise and joy,
    Stood a little winged boy.
    He winked at me and flew away
    Into the myth of yesterday.

    But you were just a child then
    Before you ripened into ten;
    And as you grew up, you were taught
    What is real and what is not.
    But trust your heart; you can unlearn.
    Believe in fairies and they'll return!

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  22. 20. Support Imagination

    • By Sharon J Spivak
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2019

    The ABC Poem format is a format I have barely used through all the years of writing poetry. However, I was intrigued once I jumped in to try it! My husband of 42 years and I are recently retired and currently living in NC, having moved 3 years ago from New England. Retirement has blessed me with time to finally pursue my love of art and writing. I'm thrilled with this site where I am able to be a part of a community of poets! I'm just getting started, but I look forward to reading others' poems.

    ABC Poem About Children's Imaginations

    A ball dress, some slippers, and I am in heaven.
    Believe me, pretending and dress up is fun!
    Can you use your own imagination?
    Do give it a try, my little one.
    Every child should try make believe,
    For that's what little brains often do best.
    Grown-ups may tell you to study your words,
    (Hey, have some fun. Take a quick rest!)

    I used to pretend whenever I could -
    Jumping like grasshoppers into the wood,
    Kicking my feet up in some brand-new dance,
    Leaping like fairies into the grass.

    Mom used to call me a "Scatter Brain,"
    Never was I to dance in the rain.
    Over and over she warned me, "One day,
    People will think your brain's gone astray!"
    Questioning her theory, I only saw smiles
    Returning to me as I danced many styles.

    "She probably meant well, me mum," I would say.
    Trying my best to keep dreaming away, but,
    Under my blanket at night while in bed,
    Visiting people who lived in my head,
    Wondering how they liked pretending day long?
    Xylophone playing, they'd sing me a song

    "You know all the magic of which we're made from?
    Zealously keep it and you'll always stay young."

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