Category: Poems for Children

I love to go to Grandma’s house, Because it has that certain smell. So if you’ve been to Grandma’s house, It isn’t hard for me to tell. I love to walk on Grandma’s floor It’s fun to hear its groans and creaks, But no one sits on Grandma’s chairs Because her chairs are all antiques.

My childhood friend Was good and kind, A better friend No one could find. We never fought Or disagreed, He catered to My ever need He took my side When I’d been bad And played with me When I was sad. For such a friend I often grieve, So what if he Was make-believe.

I came here to visit, With my new friend Victor, Who wanted to show me His boa constrictor. He said that it’s friendly, But if that’s really true, Then just why is Victor Such a bright shade of blue?

Dad’s hammock is a dangerous thing, More dangerous than my brother’s bike. It lets me know when I climb on That I’m one thing it doesn’t like. Just when I think I’m safe on top, It turns and twists and spins around. It gets my legs all tangled up, And then it dumps me on […]

Lord, I know I’ve not been good, Sometimes I’m very bad. Mommy says the things I do Are sure to make you sad. She says that I should pray each night That you would make me good; So if you’ve time to hear my prayer, Please help me do the things I should. I know […]