Poetry

Top list kids poems collection  in English language with beautiful funny art pictures we hope, you will enjoy. To please Mr. Finkle was anything but easy He was grumpy and plumpy  and at times a bit weasy A carnival would pass through town with big flashing lights Filled with tigers and lions all ferocious with fright He’d yawn and he’d nod and he’d say it was fine But insist the main attraction was a big waste of time You could juggle with fire and walk on a river Bend over backwards to really deliver The world could stop turning, pause in midflight The sun could wash away turning day into night And old Mr. Finkle would just climb into bed Thankful for the extra few hours to rest his head...!!! Have you seen the big world waiting for you? It’s teeming and beaming with things to do There are moons to see and suns to watch set There are successes  and failures and mistakes to regret There are lessons  to learn and plans to be made ...

Best poem for children with beautiful drawing cartoons   pictures please read it we hope you'll enjoy..  Louder  Than a Dream I tried to dream a dream tonight from the night before, but the harder I tried the louder came the Snore. Louder  than the music from the merry-go-round. Louder than the bear my arms are wrapped around. Louder than the lions Dancing  across the plains. Louder than the whistle of a chocolate choo choo train. So loud that in fact it work me from my dream. That's the last time I'll eat, Cheesy, garlic ice Cream...!!! Silly  Owl Silly owl don't Sleep all day You're missing  all the fun. Silly girl don't Sleep all night The mice are on the run.

Lizzy McBizzy Lizzy McBizzy  was always in a tizzy Her calendar pages would make anyone dizzy She’d arrive at one place and hardly sit down Before she’d be out the door with another leap and bound, She’d always arrive asking, “can we make this fast?" For she warned she’d certainly be off in a flash Her toes and toenails would ache in her shoes Tied far too tightly so they’d never come loose, Her heels felt like cracking beneath the constant pace Of her tick always tocking in endless haste Her shins always whined that the work was too much To keep everything going in such a constant rush, Her feet to her knees were always in protest That the demand of their job was in need of some rest But Lizzy was too busy to hear their complaints She had too much to do to schedule in breaks, Finally one day after months of screaming and yelling About union laws, and lunch breaks, and conditional dwellings Little Lizzy’s feet took a stand against the lack of enjoyment ...