Fun Poems for children.

 

Some people

by Rachel Field

Isn’t it strange some people

make you feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up

like leaves all brown and dried!

But when you’re with some other ones,

it’s stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies

all shiny in your mind!

 

 

We Could Be Friends

Myra Cohn Livingston

We could be friends

Like friends are supposed to be.

You, picking up the telephone

Calling me

to come over and play

or take a walk,

finding a place

to sit and talk,

Or just goof around

Like friends do,

Me, picking up the telephone

Calling you.

 

 

And the Answer Is…
 by Carol Diggory Shields

Lunch Money and Other Poems About School

Teacher, please don't look at me
The answer is a mystery.
I'm staring into empty air,
I'm sliding underneath my chair.
I'm making myself very small,
I wish I wasn't here at all.
Teacher, teacher, pass me by,
Please pick on some other guy.

Teacher, teacher, call on me
I know the answer, can't you see?
This one's a wrap, a snap, a breeze.
Just look in my direction, please!
I'm almost bouncing off my chair.
I'm waiving both hands in the air.
Teacher, teacher, ask me first,
'Cause it you don't, I think I'll burst.

I Am Tired of Being Little

By Jack Prelutsky

I am tired of being little,

I am sick of being thin,

I wish that I were giant size,

with whiskers on my chin.

No one would dare to tease me,

or to take away my toys,

for I would be much bigger

than the biggest bigger boys.

My folks would pay attention

to everything I said,

they couldn’t make me eat my peas

or tell me, “Go to bed!”

I’d never be afraid again

If I were ten-foot-three,

I wish that I were giant size,

Instead of small like me.