Top 100 Poems About: CHILDREN

In this page, poems on / about “children” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Cry Of The Children

    Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
    Ere the sorrow comes with years?
    They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
    And that cannot stop their tears. read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 2.

    Come to me, O ye children!
    For I hear you at your play,
    And the questions that perplexed me
    Have vanished quite away. read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 3.
    Among School Children

    I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
    A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
    The children learn to cipher and to sing,
    To study reading-books and histories, read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 4.
    Children Of Light

    Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
    And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
    Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
    Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night, read more »

    Robert Lowell
  • 5.
    Night-Night (Children)

    Night-night moon
    Night-night stars
    Night-night noisy
    trucks and cars. read more »

    C.J. Heck
  • 6.
    Listen Children

    listen children
    keep this in the place
    you have for keeping
    always read more »

    Lucille Clifton
  • 7.
    Two Children

    Two children (small), one Four, one Five,
    Once saw a bee go in a hive,
    They'd never seen a bee before!
    So waited there to see some more. read more »

    Spike Milligan
  • 8.
    God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

    God has pity on kindergarten children,
    He pities school children -- less.
    But adults he pities not at all. read more »

    Yehuda Amichai
  • 9.
    In Reference To Her Children

    I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
    Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.
    I nursed them up with pain and care,
    Nor cost, nor labour did I spare, read more »

    Anne Bradstreet
  • 10.
    Dancing Fairies (Children)

    On warm dark nights I think I see
    beneath the weeping willow tree,
    the fairies dancing in the grass
    on tiny feet that fly so fast. read more »

    C.J. Heck
  • 11.
    Among Children

    I walk among the rows of bowed heads--
    the children are sleeping through fourth grade
    so as to be ready for what is ahead,
    the monumental boredom of junior high read more »

    Philip Levine
  • 12.
    Good And Bad Children

    Children, you are very little,
    And your bones are very brittle;
    If you would grow great and stately,
    You must try to walk sedately. read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
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