POEM FOR FRIENDS

  On an island of music in a city of drumbeats the drum dream girl dreamed   of pounding tall conga drums tapping small bongó drums and boom boom booming with long, loud sticks on big, round, silvery moon-bright timbales.   But everyone on the island of music in the city of drumbeats believed that only boys should play drums   so the drum dream girl had to keep dreaming quiet secret drumbeat dreams.   At outdoor cafés that looked like gardens she heard drums played by men but when she closed her eyes she could also hear her own imaginary music.   When she walked under wind-wavy palm trees in a flower-bright park she heard the whir of parrot wings the clack of woodpecker beaks the dancing tap of her own footsteps and the comforting pat of her own heartbeat.   At carnivals, she listened to the rattling beat of towering dancers on stilts   and the dragon clang of costumed drummers wearing huge masks.   At home, her fingertips rolled out their ow...

  april is a dog's dream the soft grass is growing the sweet breeze is blowing the air all full of singing feels just right so no excuses now we're going to the park to chase and charge and chew and I will make you see what spring is all about source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147302/april-is-a-dog39s-dream

 Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons.   I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away.   But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face.   I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then?   Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color.   Next to nothing for use, But a crop is a crop, And who’s to say where The harvest shall stop? source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148658/gathering-leaves

  The first story I ever write is a bright crayon picture of a dancing tree, the branches tossed by island wind. I draw myself standing beside the tree, with a colorful parrot soaring above me, and a magical turtle clasped in my hand, and two yellow wings fluttering on the proud shoulders of my ruffled Cuban rumba dancer's fancy dress. In my California kindergarten class, the teacher scolds me: REAL TREES DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT. It's the moment when I first begin to learn that teachers can be wrong. They have never seen the dancing plants of Cuba. source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/141879/turtle-came-to-see-me

The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three, An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. His trunk was wavin' in the air an' spoutin' jets of steam An' he was out to eat me up, but still I didn't scream Or let him see that I was scared - a better thought I had, I just escaped from where I was and crawled in bed with dad. One time there was a giant who was horrible to see, He had three heads and twenty arms, an' he came after me And red hot fire came from his mouths and every hand was red And he declared he'd grind my bones and make them into bread. But I was just too smart for him, I fooled him might bad, Before his hands could collar me I crawled in bed with dad. I ain't scared of nothin that comes pesterin' me at night. Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an' white. An' I just raced 'em round the room an' let 'em think maybe I'd have to stop an' rest awhile, when they could captu...

If we meet and I say, 'Hi,' That's a salutation. If you ask me how I feel, That's a consideration. If we stop and talk a while, That's a conversation. If we understand each other, That's a communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apoligize, That's reconciliation. If we help each other home, That's a cooperation. And all these actions added up Make Civilization. (And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?) BY - SHEL SILVERSTEIN Image Source: Wikipedia

Our teacher gave detention to the fountains in the hall. She handed extra homework to the artwork on the wall.   We saw her point a finger at a banner and a sign. She said their bad behavior was completely out of line.   The principal approached her and said, “What is all this fuss? I heard you tried to punish all the tires on a bus.   “You’ve made the teachers angry by disrupting all their classes, so if you want to keep this job, you have to wear your glasses!”   By Darren Sardelli source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/145940/the-silliest-teacher-in-school

These are some kids favourite poems available on internet. I have selected these poems from different sources. All these poems are written by famous poets. Now We Are Six When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever. By  A. A. Milne Source:  https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/now-we-are-six-by-a-a-milne Sick “I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more--that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I’m sure th...

Recess! Oh, Recess! We love you! You rule! You keep us away from the teachers in school. Your swings are refreshing. Your slides are the best. You give us a break from a really hard test. Recess! Oh, Recess! We want you to know, you’re sweeter than syrup, you’re special like snow. You don’t assign homework. You make the day fun. You let us play kickball and run in the sun. Recess! Oh, Recess! You’re first on our list. We’d be in despair if you didn’t exist. We’re happy we have you. You’re awesome and cool. Recess! Oh, Recess! We love you! You rule!                                                                 BY  DARREN SARDELLI source:https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/145938/recess-oh-recess