By Carole Gerber
Crunch! We walk through fresh new snow
that sparkles on the frozen ground.
It’s peaceful here among the…
that sparkles on the frozen ground.
It’s peaceful here among the…
Explore Poems: Children Subjects
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- By Francisco X. Alarcónoversized
passportsthat let us
travelanywhere
anytimeand keep on
dreaming - By Monica GunningI pass between lions
guarding what's inside:
bound gems to open,
endless words that sparkle.
I read till… - By Eileen SpinelliArctic tundra,
Arctic tundra,
How does your garden grow?
With lupine seeds
And fireweeds
And bearberries … - By Carole Boston WeatherfordBig and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling… - By Heidi Mordhorst"Snug as a bug in a hug,"
says Gran, like she always does,
and laughs down my neck
with her smoky-mint … - By Carole Boston WeatherfordGazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn
A child wonders, Where’s my moon?
Child cries a river like a monsoon… - By Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—…
- By Allison SwensonI remember first hearing rumors
of the atom. We are all made up
of crumbs, Q told me
when we were kids.… - By T.S. LeonardDon’t. The past is overcrowded with the future
closer than you think. You blink, that’s one
eon; a yawn… - By Joshua SeigalI don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes…
- By Christina RossettiBrown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which… - By Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayed
between the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,
was the cobweb I almost walked… - By Lee Bennett Hopkinsmake
this world
a whole lot
brighter
when
I
grow up
I'll
be
a writer.
I'll
write about
some things
… - By Ralph Waldo EmersonThe mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter ‘Little Prig.’
Bun replied… - By Nikki GiovanniI always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy's garden
and okra
and greens
and cabbage… - By Bert MeyersGo to sleep my daughter
go to sleep my son
once this world was water
without anyone - By Linda Sue ParkFor someone to read a poem
again, and again, and then,
having lifted it from page
to brain—the easy… - By April Halprin WaylandMy sister found them. Read them out loud. She’s so proud, she’s running to our parents waving my poems…