Poems For Kids

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea, And seen strange lands from …

∼ Khushbu Nanavati

∼ Khushbu Nanavati Hello Friends, I, Khushbu Nanavati, have submitted a lot of poems on this site and fortunately most of them have been published on this site. I have completed writing 100 poems by now and this is a very special occasion for me. I owe my success to 4to40.com because it was the first site that published my poems …

∼ Khushbu Nanavati

∼ Khushbu Nanavati Hello Friends, I, Khushbu Nanavati, have submitted a lot of poems on this site and fortunately most of them have been published on this site. I have completed writing 100 poems by now and this is a very special occasion for me. I owe my success to 4to40.com because it was the first site that published my poems …

In April Spring has really come, The sky is blue, the air is warm, The daisies are scattered on the ground, And bird-song’s a delightful sound. The birds are busy day and night, Building their nests with all their might, And when at last their work is done, The eggs all hatch out, one by one. Then finally wakes the …

Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, Three bags full; One for the master, And one for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane. ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

The meadow and the mountain with desire Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest Surged ‘neath the meadow’s seemingly calm breast, And all the mountain’s fissures ran with fire. A mighty river rolled between them there. What could the mountain do but gaze and burn? What could the meadow do but look and yearn, And gem its bosom to …

Reveal the dragon thro’ the human; coursing swift as fire To the close hall of counsel, where his Angel form renews. In a sweet vale shelter’d with cedars, that eternal stretch Their unmov’d branches, stood the hall; built when the moon shot forth, In that dread night when Urizen call’d the stars round his feet; Then burst the center from …