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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Did you hear the wind
As it brushed past the neem tree
The wind met an eagle ready to
What’s the matter?
Smile – at least
Said the wind to the eagle
I’ve hurt my wings, I can’t
That’s why I’m ready to
The Eagle’s Tale [Illustration by Shinod AP] Said the eagle to the wind
Is that all? What are we here for
Said the neem and the wind with a...
Oh, why does the sparrow
build a nest in the rain?
Won’t the downpour
wash the nest away?
Asked the child, to her grandmother.
Monsoon is a time
when there are
lots of worms,
and that means food
for the little ones!
That’s why sparrows build
a nest in the rain,
said the grandmother with a smile
The Sparrow’s Nest [Illustration by Anup Singh]
Morning, afternoon, evening, night
Kappu wants milk all the time
He drinks six bottles in a day
And always feels contented and gay.
Bananas and biscuits mashed in milk
Are things that Kappu loves to drink
As soon as he finishes drinking a bowl
His mommy gives a kiss on his nose.
Milk! Milk! Milk! [Illustration by Shinod AP]
I took a stroll down Cypress Street
The hot sidewalk beneath my feet.
The one thing that stood out the most
Where trees once stood there were lamppost.
I’d never seen so much concrete
No Cypress left on Cypress Street.
According to my Great Aunt Gem
There used to be a lot of them.
They cut them down. They took their wood
A treeless street is plum no good!
Just like a treeless neighborhood
So tell the Mayor next time they meet…...
When it’s early morning
Before it’s really light
A flock of parrots flies across
Looking trim and bright
They swoop down on the juicy grams
Which I love to throw
They are not afraid of me
The way they come and go!
Soon my lawn is clean and clear
Of every little grain
Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] And then the parrots leave the place
To fly back once again....
Todd-Michael St. Pierre writes poems, songs and plays for children. He is a storyteller at schools throughout the southern United States. Among his published works are ‘Somewhere: As Told By Garrett The Parrot’ and ‘The Louisiana State Bird Beauty Pageant’. ‘Young Poets’ is part of a collection, ‘A Treehouse On The Moon’, to be published soon, along with other works such as ‘The Prince Of Nonsense: Silly Poems4Kids’ and ‘Put The People In A Zoo And Set The Animals Free: Poems4Kids To Read Out Loud’....
Have You Seen the Cuckoo Bird? [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] Have you seen the cuckoo bird
With raven-coloured wing?
Although I haven’t seen one yet
I’ve often heard her sing.
The cuckoo on our champak tree
Is hidden from our sight
Because the leaves are thick and close
But how she sings at night!
‘Cuckoo… cuckoo’ says the bird
‘I may be dark, it’s true
But there is not a single bird...
On that day everything went wrong,
I fell on the ground with a “BONG”!
I hurt my elbows and knees
And misplaced my cupboard keys.
I dreamt of a horrible ghost,
At breakfast I burnt my toast.
I couldn’t find my tie, I couldn’t find my shirt
And when I did find it, it was covered in dirt!
I came to know, when I heard the clock’s chime
That I had lost control of time....
Roses in the winter time
Roses in the fall
The roses in my garden
Are the nicest of them all
Some prefer the jasmines
The champaks on the tree
Or the lilies in the pool
But it’s the rose for me!
The wild roses climbing up the wall
Which hang in clusters white
The sprawling bush of roses pink
Which looks so trim and bright
Roses  The pale rose with a curly edge...
Children of the fragile forest gather around
Where bird song seems to be the loudest sound
A place called Summer, green as you could please
A place where we all proudly hug the trees.
Hug trees for the walnuts and sweet apples
For the shade above small country chapels
For giving squirrel and crow a place to live
For the priceless gift of oxygen they give.
Follow your feet across a woodland floor
Beneath the tall and ancient sycamore...
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