Short Kids Poems & Funny Children's Poetry

All Summer in a Day
All Summer in a Day

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
the feel
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

Bacon

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

Pizza

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…
And stuff…

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 stuff…

And at home I had a celebration.
We had lots of food…
And stuff…
And I had to go to the bathroom…
And stuff… And stuff...

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timonweller 6 years ago

Nice poems.


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snakebaby 6 years ago from Boston, MA, USA Author

Thank you, timonweller!


Doug Turner Jr. 6 years ago

Ha ha, pooping to escape prison -- funny stuff. I enjoyed these. I read a fair amount of poetry, but now I'm thinking I should read more of it. I loved the spontaneity and imagination displayed here.


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snakebaby 6 years ago from Boston, MA, USA Author

Thanks, Doug, for the kind words. Glad there are people reading the poems. My daughter just laughed when I showed her work here and your comment, haha...


are 5 years ago

wow


ash 5 years ago

I am teaching a class on this story soon, will direct my students (female college) to this page to see the visual and text responses to the story. Thanks for posting.

ashaquila@yahoo.com


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snakebaby 5 years ago from Boston, MA, USA Author

That would be great, that would make my daughter really happy. Thanks!

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