Top 100 Poems About: CHILDREN
Top 100 Poems on / about
- carpe diem
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
2.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
3.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
4.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
5.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
6.Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children
All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joys attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
But with death's parting blow are sure to meet.
The sentence past is most irrevocable, read more »Anne Bradstreet
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
keep this in the place
you have for keeping
always read more »Lucille Clifton
9.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
trucks and cars. read more »C.J. Heck
11.To A Lady And Her Children
O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:
From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.
What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest?
What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent's breast? read more »Phillis Wheatley
12.The Money Tree (Children)
I dreamed I grew a money tree
outside in my yard.
My job was to care for it
and I worked very hard. read more »C.J. Heck