Short Kids Poems & Funny Children's Poetry
Here are few poems written by my daughter Xuan, a fine pianist
"All Summer in a Day" is a short story written by science fiction author Ray Bradbury and was originally published in the March 1954. The story is about a class of school kids living on Venus which was depicted as a jungle world of constant torrential rainstorms in this tale. The sun is only visible for two hours every seven years.
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The Old Oak Tree
I’ve sat in the shadow of the old oak tree
Blinded by storm, battered by sun
It’s sat here in the lonesomeness
Once surrounded by life, but now,
His home is gone here forever
Left our lives, I let time pass through time
But only stop to remember what I need
He battles alone against storms,
Acknowledges beyond any human
And lived longer than any
With nothing to do than stare at the sky
Star gazing; we assure things will be better
Tomorrow when we meet again
A Poem about All Summer in a Day
She dreams of the sun
She has seen the sun
and for seven raining years
She still remembers
Her blue eyes gone
Her yellow hairs gone
She's a frail child
and maybe one day
She will see it again
Like a flaming fierce flower
Like a shining fireball
The sun is in her
It is her heart
and her soul
Xuan loves bacon, I mean she really loves it dearly that she even wrote a poem about it:
Impaled with tender
Covered with a forest of roads
Laid flat and thin
A sea of brown
The creaminess goes well with a side of eggs
Mounded with thick grease
Willing to savor your slippery texture
Your balance of smoky
Waiting in the pan
As you simmer until you are golden
You smell of morning breakfast
And finally, you are gone
Yes, it's bacon
Poems for Children: Books & Online Audio Books
At the Pumpkin Farm
Mom, why is your way so difficult
Why is it that every year we have to take the
Really…boring…photo at the pumpkin farm?
It stood the same, she told us to put on embarrassing clothes
Then the turquoise dress, afterwards, the shiny black shoes
And we are ready, finally
When we arrive at the farm, you smack open the door first
On the car, and I’m always last
You set up the camera, so willing
And I stare at the camera, at least trying to smile
After a few adjustments, we lye sulking, and wait
For the click of the stand to go off
“Click!” and it does, we crowd around the photo
We are trapped hopelessly inside a pretty box
And my brother, would cry out in dismay, of how
I somehow managed to place bunny ears behind him
We leave and settle back in our warm car
And that little voice inside me says, “How was it?”
I wait before answering… “It was fine” I reply
Poetry for Children
The War Is Won
The war is won. And peace has been brought
Back to the land forever again
However still, a witch’s eye sits upon me that
Tells my fate…The fate I can not endure
The witches are very monstrous creatures
That were created by the heaven's Gods
Purposely to trick people into doing
Terrible things as if meant to be disguised as torture
If shall become thane of coder,
Is it true I will become king?
Another thing has been troubling me since our
Last knight was taken - My dear wife lady Macbeth
Has the flower on her flesh illusion my eyes
To become the serpent in her blood?
Should I really kill the king so that
We can conquer the throne?
A cold silence surrounds me
As I clear my mind of this deed
This is a funny one. Xuan didn't follow any poetry rules, she just came up with it. Asked whether it'd be ok to post here, she hesitated, but nodded, so here we go, stuff about pizza:
Pizza is good and I can eat it all day.
I tried to steal an orb, but it was all a trick.
I was so angry that my head exploded.
And I had to go to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I saw some money.
I took it but it was also a trick.
Two guys tried to beat me up.
Then my head exploded again.
The two bullies called the cops.
And the cops arrested me.
They took me to jail.
And I had to stay there…
I had to go to the bathroom.
But there was no bathroom in there.
So I thought I had to poop on the floor.
But then I had a better idea.
I shot the poop out of my butt.
And it broke the wall.
And I escaped…
And at home I had a celebration.
We had lots of food…
And I had to go to the bathroom…
And stuff… And stuff...
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