Poems for Kids - Page 3

  1. 41. Pumpkin, Oh Pumpkin

    • By Christopher R. Riddels
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2019

    I'm only 13, and I like to write. When my teacher asked me to write a poem, I did, and she thought it was good, and I did too.

    Kids And Pumpkins

    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    Your candle light's bright.
    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    You shine bright through the night.

    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    You sit on the porch.
    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    You're a decorative torch.

    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    Your teeth so messed up,
    As you smile at the kids,
    As cute as a buttercup.

    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    You bring me much joy.
    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    You make the children overjoyed.

    Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
    You're really a Jack-O'-Lantern.

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  2. 42. Good Dreams

    • By Olga Matushkina
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2011

    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.

    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, play, and march
    And sing their song: "Bala-boo, bala-bash."

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  3. 43. 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.

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  4. 44. Word Works

    Find the letter for each stanza and make the word.

    Riddle Poem

    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)

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  5. 45. Teacher's Torture

    Can you figure out the answer to this math problem?

    Math Poem

    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).

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  6. 46. Birthday Wish

    This poem is written for my little sister and goddaughter, Raphaela. It was her birthday this month. She means the world to me. My poem has a rhyming scheme and uses metaphors and similes.

    Birthday Wishes For A Little Girl

    A cake with a lit candle,
    Presents with ribbons and bows,
    A bike with pink, glittery handles,
    A little girl who grows and grows.

    What will you wish for, my love,
    On this, your very special day?
    Send your wish to God above.
    It will come true if you pray.

    As you blow out the candle, my dear,
    I'll make a wish for you too.
    I'll whisper it so you won't hear,
    That way I know it will come true.

    My wish for you is like sunshine,
    Warm, cheery, and full of delight,
    My wish is the starlight, soothing and fine,
    Which lights up the dark, dreary night.

    May God follow you always,
    May the path always be clear,
    And may you have a happy birthday
    This day and all through the years.

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  7. 47. Haunted House Inventory

    Wooden door; wide and creaky.
    Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
    Skeletons; cold and clanky.
    Madame Witch; old and cranky.
    Ancient paintings; strange and spooky.
    Watching eyes; crazed and looky.
    Blackest bat; fast and flappy.
    Venus Flytrap; mighty snappy.
    Wailing ghosts; always moany.
    Piano playing on its owny.
    Time to go! Scream and shouty!
    Read the sign – ‘No Way Out-y!’

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  8. 48. He's Coming!

    Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

    He’s coming! He’s coming!
    Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
    He’s coming! He’s coming!
    Magic reindeer – up and away!

    He’s suited, he’s booted,
    Snow-white bearded, dressed in red,
    He’s coming, he’s coming!
    Quick now, children, go to bed!

    He’s landed! He’s landed!
    Reindeer hooves upon the tiles!
    He’s landed! He’s landed!
    Bringing gifts and lots of smiles!

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  9. 49. My Shirt

    Just a fun poem I felt like making when I was bored.

    A Child's Love For Clothes

    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.

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  10. 50. Santa Claus

    I wrote this for my children. Christmas is very special 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.

    Cute Christmas Poem For Children

    There's something truly magical
    that happens once a year.
    He comes while you are sleeping,
    he and his reindeer.

    His name is Santa Claus.
    Perhaps you have heard of him before.
    He lives with Mrs. Claus,
    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 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.

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  11. 51. If Clouds Were Made Of Candyfloss

    If clouds were made of candyfloss.
    If honey filled the seven seas.
    If sand was made of sherbet.
    If cupcakes grew on every tree.
    If mountains were made of marshmallows.
    If fudge flowers grew wild and free.
    If all houses were made of chocolate.
    What a sweet world it would be.

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  12. 52. To Catch A Poem

    I want to catch a poem,
    But I’m not sure how.
    I wish I knew when and where,
    I could catch a poem right now.

    Can I catch a poem in the sand on a beach?
    Or hiding in fields of long, green grass?
    Can I catch a poem among the waves in the sea?
    I’m not sure where I can catch a poem, alas!

    Will I be able to catch a poem with a loop of rope?
    Can I use the rope to lasso, and bind the poem up tight?
    Will I be able to catch a poem with a butterfly net?
    Will the net stop the poem from slipping out of sight?

    Can I catch a poem when I’m playing outdoors?
    Or can I catch a poem from right under my bed?
    Oh gosh! As I thought about where I could catch a poem;
    I actually caught one – it was right inside my head!!

    “To Catch a Poem” was first published in March 2022 by Ukiyoto Publishing in the book titled To Catch a Poem by Santhini Govindan. The book can be bought on Amazon or from the Ukiyoto bookstore.

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  13. 53. When I Meet A Fairy

    Though I have never, ever met a fairy,
    I am quite certain that they exist.
    I read about them every day in stories and poems,
    So I know they’re living somewhere in our midst.
    When I play in my garden, or in the park,
    I am always alert to look around,
    I peer at tree trunks, bushes, and flowerbeds
    And quiet corners where a fairy might be found.
    I have already decided what I will do,
    When I meet a little fairy someday.
    I won’t shout, clap, or speak in a loud voice,
    Because that might scare the fairy away!
    I’ll introduce myself politely, and then perhaps,
    I’ll tell the fairy about the things I like to do -
    I hope that the fairy will find this so interesting,
    That she’ll tell me all about herself too!

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  14. 54. What Are My Noises Made Of?

    Sneezes are fireworks
    bursting out your nose.
    Trumps are musicians
    blowing their trombones.

    Yawns are explorers
    keen to see the world.
    Coughs are dusty rags
    trying to unfurl.

    Tummy rumbles are lions
    searching for their prey.
    Snores are tired piglets
    chatting about their day.

    Hiccups are frogs
    jumping with glee.
    Burps are yummy foods
    saying Thanks for having me!

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  15. 55. A Quick Chant For Keeping You Safe At Halloween

    Acrostic Poem For Halloween Night

    Hobgoblins and spellbinders,
    Angels in rags,
    Liar or truthteller,
    Lacewitch or hag.
    Over the gristle bones
    Warlocks fights,
    Earwigs are flying with
    Elfin and sprite.
    Now keep me safe this Halloween night!


    First published in "Ye New Spell Book" compiled by Brian Moses, Macmillan.

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  16. 56. Reminiscence

    • By Beverly Anne G. Castro
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2019

    I made an acrostic for memories because, for me, summer is all about creating lots and lots of memories. This is very true, especially to kids. When summer comes, my cousins from the city come to the province to have some family bonding time. We go to the shore, play silly games, and share stories. This is what our summer is like every year. Hence, I incorporated in my poem the memories I cherish and share it with everyone.

    Acrostic Poem About Summer Memories

    sumMer came
    flowErs bloomed
    playMates giggled
    bOnfires lit
    stoRies shared
    picnIcs happened
    memoriEs made
    as another Summer awaits

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  17. 57. It's A Special Day

    • By Andee Siepman
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008

    This poem was written by an eight-year-old girl for her friend's birthday card!

    Short Birthday Poem For Child

    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!

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  18. 58. Happy Birthday

    • By Janel M. Perez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Enjoy your day for it only comes once a year.

    Happy Birthday Poem To Young Daughter

    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.

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  19. 59. Christmas Eve

    • By Emily
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2010

    I have always liked writing stories and poems. I like to write poems best, though. I was thinking about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem when I wrote this one, but I didn't copy anything.

    Young Child Meets St. Nick

    It was the night before Christmas and all were asleep.
    No one made a noise, not even a peep.
    The little tikes slept, all tucked in their beds
    With pictures of St. Nick whirling about in their heads.
    A little boy waited for old St. Nick.
    And all of the sudden he heard the snap of a stick.
    A sound out of doors made the boy jump.
    He looked out the window and saw St. Nick on a stump.
    The young boy looked with his eyes all aglow
    At the man dressed in red standing out in the snow.
    He tip-toed out of his room and down the hall.
    He saw old St. Nick putting out presents and all.
    He watched very quietly, peeking through a crack in the door.
    He shifted positions and heard the creak of the floor.
    The jolly man turned, and through his white beard smiled.
    They just stood there and stared at each other a while.
    St. Nick whispered, "Merry Christmas to you."
    The young lad smiled and said, "And the same to you."
    The jolly man went to the roof with a thump.
    The boy looked out the window and saw him land on the stump.
    St. Nick flew away calling, "Ho, ho, ho!"
    And the little boy looked and saw only the snow.
    He looked at the tree and saw presents there.
    And then he knew that he might need to share.
    He told his parents of his night in the morning.
    Smiling they replied, "You were only dreaming, darling."

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  20. 60. My Birthday

    I remember when I was a child, and the night before my birthday, I was positive I was going to need new shoes. There was no way that my shoes were going to fit after turning a whole year older.

    The Excitement Of A Birthday

    Tomorrow is my birthday.
    I will need all new toys;
    the ones I have are for little boys.

    Tomorrow is my birthday.
    If my shoes will still fit, I haven't a clue.
    I may need one size bigger or maybe two.

    Tomorrow is my birthday.
    I will have grown so tall
    all my clothes will be too small.

    Tomorrow is my birthday.
    It won't be long before I can drive.
    In the morning I'll be turning five.

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