Explore Poems: Children Subjects
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- By Carole GerberCrunch! We walk through fresh new snow
that sparkles on the frozen ground.
It’s peaceful here among the… - 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 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 WeatherfordBig and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling… - By Eileen SpinelliArctic tundra,
Arctic tundra,
How does your garden grow?
With lupine seeds
And fireweeds
And bearberries … - 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 Carole Boston WeatherfordGazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn
A child wonders, Where’s my moon?
Child cries a river like a monsoon… - 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 Christina RossettiBrown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which… - 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 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 WaylandThe best clouds in the business
are right above me
right now.
We’re riding in this teal convertible…