Category: Kids Poems

Poems that are geared toward kids

Crossword Poem

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T C R O S S W O R D F S A M
H N A W U
S M I L E S W R I T I N G L I M
N K A A N E S S B
Y B A C O N T H E H L
C L R D D L I
R A O O E O O N
P O E M S M U M B L I N G S G
S I S A T H I S
A T H I S A N D S
C H S W I S H D O N T L
R A O A A C R O S S
D O N T R M K S
S S A N D G E T T A K E
F A L S E N I H
M D E M A N D P O E M

Note: The following stanzas were constructed using only the words from the crossword above.

Crossword Poem

I.

This is that crossword poem

Swish! Blam!

Bacon Sam.

Random Mumblings on demand.

Don’t take down,

And don’t get lost,

Writing in the false across.

This is that crossword poem.

II.

This is random writing.

Crossword across and down.

Sam is lost.

Bacon is lost.

Take that down the poem.

False swish. BLAM!

This is writing.

Don’t.

III.

Sam is writing on bacon.

Don’t get lost in that crossword.

Writing on bacon is false mumblings.

Random demand: Swish that bacon!

Blam down and get lost.

Sam is writing on bacon.

-M.M.

Snow Sprites {poem}

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Snow Sprites

 

The snow sprites came down the mountain at night.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They danced to the left and they danced to the right.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

The flowers the dipped in caskets of frost.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They sparkled the rivers and sledded across’t.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They nipped at the stars and sang Luna Lu.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They traced on the windows with crystalized dew.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They sprinkled their mischief until it was dawn.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They swooped up the mountain and then they were gone.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

-M.M.

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“It was my crime and I must pay for it”

“You are young and still have life to live; I am old and must soon die.”

“Please Grandfather, you must escape while you still can.”

The sound of a door opening and closing came from below.

“Quick! Give me your cloak! There is a rope just outside the window.”

“But Grandfather. . .”

“I do this because I love you. Go swiftly my son!”

The door creaked open just as the boy swung out the window.

He still had time.

There was still hope.

If only he could find that mango tree, he could

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-M.M.

Miner Discovery

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Miner Discovery

 

The miner was mining (as miners will do)

With a pick in his hand and a foot in each shoe,

Chipping away in the dark at the stone,

Humming a melody, lost and alone,

With naught but the minimal light from his hat,

Searching for anything new to look at—

A flecklet of gold or silver would do,

Or rubies or diamonds or sapphires blue,

Still chipping away in the colorless light,

Which never was day nor ever was night.

 

Then with a swing his pickaxe struck home,

The wall so soft that it might have been foam.

“Hoho!” he cried, “I seem to have struck

My very first underground vein of good luck!”

Then pulling his pickaxe out of the crack,

He saw it was covered in something, not black,

But white—a goopy glue, frothy and slick.

It poured from the crack, clumpy and thick.

It formed a small puddle around his old boots

And came to a stop. He let out three hoots.

 

After tasting the tip of his pick with great care

He knew he had found something yummy to share.

So he scampered away to call the whole crew,

Barefoot, of course, for his boots stuck like glue.

And that is the story of how it was found

That marshmallows come from under the ground.

-M.M.

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Fill in this          .

The Titanic          .

A lemon rind is               .

Hide and          .

Think, then           .

For he’s a jolly-good               .

An apple a        .

Work and          .

Can you hear me        ?

Just goes to          ,

You never            ,

When or Why or          .

 

But let’s give             ,

We can fill in the            .

-M.M.

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