Poetry for children: Our large assortment of poems for kids include evergreen classics as well as new poems on a variety of themes. You will find original juvenile poetry about trees, animals, parties, school, friendship and many more subjects. We have short poems, long poems, funny poems, inspirational poems, poems about environment, poems you can recite
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How many greens are there in the park?
Can we count them – one by one?
There’s the light, light green of
the tender little grass
I would like this green
For the walls of my house!
There’s the darker green of the older plants
that have flowered for many years
I would like to have them as friends
For the numerous stories they can tell.
And there’s the darkest green of them all
In trees majestic and strong...
Spring has come,
said the bougainvillea
Crimson, orange, cream
Making a flower wall
along the road
I bring happiness
Wait, said the
on the edge of the kerb
I, too, blossom
though I am small
Every now and then
a little child walks past,
at her height
And happily smiles.
Doesn’t that make us comrades
on the road!
Flower on the Road
The locksmith sits on the roadside
with his wares
A tilted black umbrella blocks
the sun’s glare
A mountain of master keys
heaped on the ground
Some dull, some old
Some rusty, some gold
Roadside Locksmith [Illustration by Shinod AP] The locksmith has the answer
to every locked door
That can’t be opened because
the key’s not there
And if you have a key that is
lonely and lost
Don’t worry, don’t fret...
Apples in the winter time
Chikoos in the fall
Mangoes in the summer time
I like it best of all!
Oranges and kinnows bright
Sugar-cane so sweet
Melons and the juicy grape
All of them – a treat!
Do You Like Fruits? [Illustration by Anup Singh] (C) Swapna Dutta
The summer sun smiles a scorching smile
The smile sends shivers
through the stoutest hearts
A summer smile is reason to sweat
But the potter’s back with his cool lifeline!
Earthen pots of every size
Are piled under a tarpaulin sky
Waiting to find new homes
And soothe thirsty throats!
Their water has a magical taste –
The sweet smell of wet earth
Or soil that comes alive after
The first seasonal shower!
The Potter [Illustration by Shinod AP] Some pots are small, like a baby’s song...
If I had a pair of wings, with which to fly,
I’d soar straight away, up into the sky.
I’d carry a brush,
and paints in colours bright,
So I could paint
every fluffy cloud in sight!
I’d paint them purple
and yellow and green-
They’d be the prettiest
you’ve ever seen!
I’d paint rainbows in the sky
every single day,
So I can watch them
when I work and play.
And when the moon and...
If you were busy being kind,
Before you knew it, you would find
You’d soon forget to think ‘twas true
That someone was unkind to you.
If you were busy being glad,
And cheering people who are sad,
Although your heart might ache a bit,
You’d soon forget to notice it.
If you were busy being good,
And doing just the best you could,
You’d not have time to blame some man
Who’s just doing the best he can....
There’s a garden in my house
A garden full of flowers
I love to be there all the time
And spend just hours and hours
There are roses, every kind
And lilies in the pool
Sunflowers looking trim and bright
And jasmines white and cool.
There’s a lawn of velvet grass
So soft and oh so green
Like a carpet beneath my feet
The nicest I have seen.
My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] There are bulbuls, parrots too...
Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live;
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home;
As his meat you throw along
He’ll repay you with a song.
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day.
Kindness to Animals [Illustration by Aneesh Jaisinghani] The little lark goes soaring high...
Where the mountains touch the sky
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly
A secret place above the crowd
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak
And see the soon-to-be we seek
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it’s time to try
Where the mountains touch the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now…
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow!
My Dream (A Vision Of Peace) [Illustration by Shinod AP] Where the ocean meets the sky...
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